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Melissa paused just behind the last of the shrubs of Greenwich park. Listening intently for the slightest noise, she quickly put on her blouse and trousers. She had no underwear or shoes, she looked disheveled, but she was covered. As soon as she was dressed, she stepped out onto the Walk and headed for Greenwich Pier. Fortunately, she had carried her money and identification in her trouser pocket that day. Even her return ticket on the tour boat was in her pocket.
She noticed that there were still several people walking about in singles, couples and small groups. That gave her a small feeling of safety. Even if the three Americans caught up with her, they wouldn't dare to try anything in public.
Melissa saw two uniformed Bobbies talking under a street light. For an instant, she thought of stopping them and reporting what had happened. She could make sure that the American sailors were punished.
But then she would have to testify. She would have to tell everything that had happened to her. Everything that had been done to her by the three sailors and the stranger. They would want to know why she was in Greenwich. Yesterday (was it only yesterday?) with Sebastian and his four friends would come out. She would have to go into court and publicly admit that she had been used repeatedly by nine different men over a period of roughly thirty hours.
Melissa walked past the two Bobbies without stopping. As she reached the pier, she began to tremble. Everything that had happened, everything that had been done to her, began closing in on her. Her legs felt weak. She was afraid she would collapse if she didn't sit down. She saw a Pub nearby and made her way to the door. Entering, she found a small, empty table near the window. Gratefully, she slid into the seat.
"What can I get you, luv?" Melissa nearly jumped out of her chair when the barmaid spoke to her. Her hand to her chest, her heart racing, Melissa closed her eyes and took a deep breath to compose herself.
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"Are you alright?" the barmaid asked worriedly. " Yes, yes I'm fine, thank you. I... I just... uh... nothing. It's nothing. Vodka please. A large vodka." Melissa wasn't a heavy drinker, but tonight, tonight she felt a real need for it.
As she sat there looking out the window, her heart skipped a beat. The two Bobbies she had seen earlier were walking along with three disheveled American sailors. Probably pinching them for being drunk or something. Well, at least Melissa could relax, now. She would be back in London before those three were released. She didn't have to worry about them anymore.
The barmaid came with her drink. Melissa picked it up and sipped it gratefully. What an ungodly two days this had been. But at least it's over, Melissa thought as her trembling hand lifted the glass to her lips. At least now it's over.
Melissa was sitting alone in the Red Lion Pub in Greenwich. She took a sip of the vodka she had ordered and gazed out the window. Her body ached terribly from the abuse she had suffered over the last two days. It was hard for even Melissa to comprehend what had actually happened to her.
Yesterday, she had been repeatedly raped by her own brother and four of his friends in London. As a result of that, she had come to Greenwich today to clear her head and think. Unfortunately, she ran into three American sailors who had other ideas for her. After they had each raped her, they had tied her down and gagged her, leaving her in the woods while they went to a pub. During the time that they were gone, a stranger had come across Melissa, and instead of helping her, he had also raped her and left her as he had found her. When the sailors returned, she was raped twice more before managing to escape.