RAPED by my son’s best friend
Mar 31, 2020
4 minutes
WORDS: ANNA MATHESON, CANDICE FERNANDEZ.
A trio of footsteps thundered down the stairs as I called up that dinner was ready, and Matt, then 13, and Dom, 11, sat themselves at the dining table. ‘Is there enough for Gregory?’ Matt asked as his new friend loitered behind him.
It was October 1996 and, luckily, I was used to feeding a crowd of hungry lads as the boys were always bringing someone home to play on the games console or listen to music.
‘He was on top of me, pinning me down’
‘Sure,’ I smiled, loading up another plate of stir-fry. ‘Thanks,’ Gregory, 14, grinned, digging in. I’d been a single mum since the boys were young, and as a special-needs teacher, too, I loved it when my
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