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Pick Me Up! Special - - Real Life Harrowing -

‘Noth­ing, I’ ll be fine,’ I said.

I didn’t want to ad­mit I’d been raped.

But I was any­thing but fine – when David left, I col­lapsed on the floor sob­bing. Then I called the po­lice. ‘I’ve just been raped,’ I cried.

Two fe­male po­lice of­fi­cers ar­rived shortly after­wards and I gave a state­ment.

‘I think he took some pic­tures,’ I said, feel­ing sick as I re­called the bright light.

Next morn­ing, Fin­ley’s grandma col­lected him and a fam­ily friend took me to a clinic, where I was ex­am­ined and had swabs taken.

I was em­bar­rassed, ashamed, an­gry – how had this hap­pened? No means no. That same day, Glen was ar­rested, but re­leased on bail.

I didn’t feel safe, and was ter­ri­fied I’d bump into him.

I didn’t go out alone, and had ter­ri­ble flash­backs.

The po­lice kept in touch dur­ing the in­ves­ti­ga­tion and, in 2015 Jan­uary, my li­ai­son of­fi­cer vis­ited.

‘I need to speak to you about Mr Mills’ phone,’ she said, ex­plain­ing to me that of­fi­cers had found not only pho­tos – but a few short videos of Glen rap­ing me, as well.

‘I had no idea,’ I said to her, ut­terly hor­ri­fied.

When the of­fi­cer left, I ran to the bath­room to be sick.

The at­tack was bad enough, but to film it, too? It was sick.

I felt so alone – so fright­ened.

Thank­fully, my mum and dad were both re­ally sup­port­ive. I was hav­ing coun­selling, which helped – yet it didn’t stop me hav­ing the night­mares.

Fi­nally, at New­cas­tle Crown Court in Septem­ber 2015, Glen Mills, 31, pleaded guilty to two counts of rape.

I went to court for the sen­tenc­ing, to see jus­tice done.

But, see­ing him again, I felt as if I could barely breathe.

Mills didn’t look at me, though, the cow­ard.

He was sen­tenced to six years in prison, or­dered to sign the sex of­fend­ers reg­is­ter and given a re­strain­ing or­der.

It was a huge relief – the best pos­si­ble out­come.

But what hap­pened has changed me. I don’t go out as much, do as many things as I can on­line.

I’m even more pro­tec­tive of my lit­tle boy, too.

Though I’m de­ter­mined to move on, I still get flash­backs.

And, even though he’s locked up, I’m still scared of Mills.

I only wish I’d lis­tened when I was warned that he was trou­ble.

When I came round, Glen was on top of me

I HAD NIGHT­MARES AF­TER THE AT­TACK

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