I know this world. I was a little blond girl, all on my own. I learnt the world of predators; amonst other things. I went from boarding school in South Africa to the streets of Toronto, Canada in about 1 1/2 years. Emotions do not serve you well under these circumstances so I kept them to myself.
When I left home at age 13, innocent to the world, I had no idea that things could indeed be worse than living in an abusive home.
I met a woman who said she could help me. Yes, help me, that is right, oh yeah! She took me to an exclusive men’s club and I sold my body to two “well-known” men who paid me a lot of money. I was naive, frightened and hungry. That night I learnt how to survive. I grew up very very fast.
Predators are not always men. Predators don’t always look like the bad guy. Predators come with promises of better days. I know these people I can spot them a mile away. But when I see the face of a predator I also see the face of family.