As soon as I saw Peter, I recognised him. And I remembered how we met and, more importantly, where we met. I went into his apartment - our apartment? - and felt home, felt secure. I know here - this is Peter's laptop I'm using - I am safe.
But he's right, I can't keep telling everyone what I'm doing, letting people know where I'll be - there are those who are worried about what I know, what I might say. I'm going to have to stop blogging. This will be my last post. So thank you everyone who has helped me to get this far. I wouldn't be here without you.
Peter says I should go to the police but how can I? 'Family' has to mean something, doesn't it? I wish my sister Kim was here - she feels like the last member of my family I can trust, she'd know what to do. I thought about phoning my mother but even if she wanted to, I don't think she could help much.
But Helen, I've been following you. I've been watching you and I watched you go all the way to the club. You pretended to be such an innocent, such a Good Samaritan, rescuing me, and all along you were just covering for him. Weren't you? I'm so hurt. And Anna, you were the first to alert me to Helen. But then you disappeared and I've been left to deal with her alone.
Peter's just come in the room. He says there's a man at the door. One of the men he saw at the club - the man in that photo I found at Helen's. And there's a woman with him. Apparently they won't go away until they've talked to me.
I've got to go and face them. Whatever happens, I have to do this.
And then I'll know everything.
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