APRIL 21, 2003 I wake up at noon. I was up late listening to Eminem. Mom pushes my door open. “Mandy, I’m off. Love you!” I started at Burger King a year ago when I turned 16. I need money because one day I’m going to go to college. Tomorrow is my birthday, and a few friends are coming over to celebrate. My shift ends. I see a van blocking the sidewalk ahead. Because I’m still on the phone to my sister, Beth, I’m not paying attention, but I notice the girl in the passenger seat. I’m sure she used to work at Burger King. The driver — it must be her father — is looking at me and smiling. “Hey, you need a ride home?” I can definitely remember seeing him before. Still talking to Beth I nod “yes”. When he reaches over and opens the front passenger door, I notice she isn’t in the car anymore. “Where is your daughter?” I ask. I am alone in a car with a guy I don’t really know. APRIL 25 He has moved me into the bedroom where he first raped me. It’s not pitch black li...