had waited up for me. He was furious. He beat me. He said I was filth, had disgraced him, that heâd never be able to hold up his head in the community if it got out that Iâd had sex in public at a party. My mother wept. She did suggest I see a doctor, but he wouldnât have it, because then everyone would have known what a slut I was.â
âA doctor wouldnât have told on you,â said Thomas, âand he would have arranged for you to be seen by the police.â
Vera covered her eyes with one hand. âI was so ashamed. That was the last thing I wanted, believe me. Or my father. But, what with the beating he gave me and all, I donât think I was in my right mind for a while. Several days. During that time the news broke that Danâs father, the doctor, had been killed by an intruder at the party.
âI crawled to the phone with the intention of ringing Dan, just to say ⦠I didnât know what I was going to say, but I wanted ⦠I hoped ⦠I was desperate to hear his voice, but I knew we could never go back to what weâd had before. I was no longer fit for purpose. Dan was out. I left a message with his mother and she said sheâd give it to him, but he didnât ring me back. He must have thought Iâd cheated on him, that Iâd consented to have sex with his friends. I had to accept that he didnât want to know me any more.â
âYou still didnât go to the police?â
âMy father said I must keep quiet, that no one would ever want to marry me if the news got out. He said the police would say I was drunk and asking for trouble. He said the best thing to do was to put it behind me and get down to the shop to help out. So I did. I worked at the chippy all through the holidays, evenings as well. I didnât see any of the old crowd. I read the papers for news of the murder. First they were asking for anybody whoâd been at the party to come forward. I suppose some of them did. I didnât. They took in a known drug-dealer for questioning. My father said that would be it. Case solved. But the police let him go without charging him. The following week they questioned another man ⦠and let him go, too. So far as I know, nobody has ever been charged with the murder.
âThe only thing that kept me sane was looking forward to October when I could get away to university, where nobody knew my story. And then ⦠I discovered I was pregnant. I phoned a girl I knew from school, someone I thought might not judge me too harshly, to ask for news. She was embarrassed, said that Iâd gone and done it good and proper, brazenly entertaining so many men in the open like that, and she thought Iâd do best to keep my mouth shut and move away. That was the first Iâd heard that there was more than one man involved. The idea that when Iâd lain there, helpless, several men had used me â¦!â
Mikey shuddered. He lowered his head to his knees and stayed like that.
Thomas said, âShe gave you names?â
âI asked if one of them had been Dan, and she thought that was a hoot. She said it wasnât. She said she didnât know who it was for sure and if I were wise, Iâd not ask. Forget it, she said. Every time I went out of doors I imagined people were looking at me, knowing what had happened. I tried not to look into menâs faces, in case one of them might have taken part in the rape. I told myself it had to be someone whoâd been invited to the party, but that didnât make sense. I couldnât imagine any of them doing ⦠that.
âIt became easier after a while as I realized that all the old crowd had scattered to university or taken a gap year, and that I wasnât likely to meet up with any of them in the street. In the end I had to tell my parents that I was pregnant. My father â¦â She closed her eyes for a second. âI canât blame him, really. Mum had