This is a fascinating narrative that reads more like a novel than nonfiction. It's another story of man's inhumanity to woman, as the poor girl, a born and bred Briton with Bangladeshi ethnicity, begs to be taken from her home because she's being abused. It turns out that her family has been treating her like a slave, forcing her to cook all the meals, get her four younger siblings into bed at night and out of bed in the morning. But that's not the worst of her abuse.
It turns out that when the family went to Bangladesh for a vacation when she was nine, she was raped by a much older and more powerful cousin. Strangely, in that particular part of that culture, the girl is blamed if she's raped and is considered a whore who has dishonored the family. Thus she becomes the household slave. But there's something much worse that she is terrified of telling her British caregiver.
It turns out that her father and uncle have been prostituting her out in her British neighborhood, and collecting the profits. She and a classmate at her school are forced to service numerous men, God knows how many times a day, and she is told that she will be killed if she tells anyone.
One day her mother tells her that just the two of them are going back to Bangladesh for her birthday. It turns out the whole trip was a setup for her being forced to marry the uncle of the boy who raped her, and the uncle is in his 50s. She unwillingly marries him and he rapes her again on her wedding night. She asks her mother why she couldn't have married the boy who raped her, who was at least within a few years of her own age, but it turns out the uncle couldn't find a wife, and it was his turn to marry someone next.
Her mother takes her back to the UK, where she finds that her new husband will be able to join her in three years. He gives her a phone through which he harasses her every day, and she keeps telling him she doesn't want him and he shouldn't come to the UK. All of this is very secret, and the foster mother thinks she has a boyfriend who is always calling her. The carer takes her to the doctor, where she finds that the girl has both herpes and chlamydia, and she doesn't know which "client" she got it from, so they can't medicate him also.
The whole sordid story comes out in dribs and drabs until she finally tells the author what has really happened to her. Her father and another uncle drive to her school to harass her, and she feels she has to take the bus to and from school, or else the father and uncle will see the carer's license plate and know where she's living.
Finally, a police protection officer and a social worker get her out of the carer's house out of fear the father and uncle have found out where the carer and the daughter live. They find a nonposted card shoved through her mail slot that is a veiled threat from the father, and she has to move again to a safe house.
In the end, the police nail both the father and the uncle and imprison them, and the girl is allowed to go back to live with her mother and adoring siblings. So it ends on a happy note.
I couldn't stop reading this and read it until 3 a.m. last night because it was that good and also scary. It's a fabulous book. I'd recommend it to anyone who loves a good story, anyone who has done work with abused children. The story is so poignant and tragic that it just grabs you and doesn't let go. Anybody would love this book.