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Family Friend

... ticking clock. It was one of those larger taxi’s, that was more appropriate for transporting a large group of drunk males on a stag party weekend than it was for picking up a lone seventeen year old girl. It stopped by the curb and without hesitation I walked towards the back, sliding open the door. “Amy?” I heard the driver ask, querying his own question. I paused, one foot already raised two feet off the floor, poised and ready to lift myself into the back seats. “Yeah...?” “It’s me, Ben!” Ben was a family friend, and a close pal to my dad who I had known for at least five years. He wasn’t quite as old as my dad, being thirty. He was a really lovely guy and would always make sure he said hello whenever he came round, which unfortunately in recent years, wasn’t very often. “Oh my God! Hi, Ben! How are you?” I asked with delight as I took my foot off the taxi and closed the door shut. I scurried around the front of the car and hoped into the front seat, which took a little bit of a climb. “I’m good thanks Amy!” he replied, chuckling at my excitement. “I should have thought when I was ordering the taxi that you might have been on duty!” of course that was the last thing on my mind at the time. “You’re my first fare of the night actually, I’ve only just clocked on for the night! I’ll be on until about five or six in the morning.” “Oh poor you!” I said earnestly as I buckled the seat belt and placed my handbag between my ankles. We drove off and continued our catch up session, ...

... it was only brief however, and was cut premature by a tension in the air that was triggered when Ben asked me what I had been doing that night. “… I just saw my boyfriend, he’d just finished work.” “Oh right, you not staying there tonight then?” “No, not tonight…” It was hard to mask my disappointment. That was clear to Ben, who didn’t press the matter further, instead opting to concentrate on the road, letting silence fill the conversation. After a few minutes of silence with nothing but the sound of the tyres humming against the road. I could feel my upset begin to seep in, as if I was being slowly stripped of my clothes, leaving me bare for him to see how I really felt at that moment. I turned my face away from the windscreen and looked out of the side window as everything passed by my eyes in the darkness, houses, street lights, field after field, and then more houses and street lights. I must have had my face turned away from Ben for only a couple of minutes, but the feeling of discontent was excruciating and made the minutes feel like hours. Then he finally spoke again. “Are you sure you’re alright Amy?” with that, I felt the tears welling up once again and infiltrate my vision, making everything blurry. My throat tightened and I gave a choked response. “Yeah, I’m okay.” I didn’t look at him, I had made it very obvious that I was not okay at all and sniffled the moisture from my sinuses. “Hey, hey don’t cry! What’s the matter?” “Oh nothing!” I still didn’t look. “You ...