Miserably, the girls nodded. They understood, only too well.
Amy and April were thrown out of the van at almost the exact point where they had been snatched from the street. They had been allowed to put their skirts and tops on, but the rape gang had kept their underwear as a souvenir. Wretchedly, barely able to stand on their trembling legs, the girls stumbled away from the van, not looking back. Sore, bruised, not speaking to each other – for what was there to say? – they made their way toward home.
But before they got there, they saw some familiar faces – a group of the friends they had been due to meet. “April! Amy!” they cried. “Where have you been? You missed a great party – you’d never forget it!”
Amy and April looked at each other, seeing the despair in each other’s eyes. It had, indeed, been a party they would never forget!