Lily - her voice, story and words

Updated: Feb 17

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𝘾𝙤𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙝𝙤𝙢𝙚

I was coming home from a friend’s 30th birthday celebrations at a pub on Victoria St Richmond. It was around midnight when I decided to leave the celebrations and head home. I lived about 6km away in St Kilda so I jumped on a tram city-bound and got off at Punt Road. ⁣

My plan was to either hail a taxi or jump on a bus that would take me to my doorstep. I started walking down Punt Road and was instantly harassed by passing cars with wolf whistles and “show us your tits” kind of comments. It was quite a balmy night, so it was busy with traffic. I ignored the comments and continued on my journey home. ⁣

𝙅𝙪𝙢𝙥 𝙞𝙣 ⁣

A car pulled up beside me with 2 males in the front seats of the car. “Jump in, we can give you a lift anywhere you like,” they said to me. I was drunk and approached the car. I went to put my hand on the car door but then abruptly pulled back; something was warning me not to get in that car! I politely declined their offer of a lift and kept walking towards Swan Street where I knew the bus stop was, fully lit and at a major intersection. ⁣

About 5 minutes later the car approached me again, pulling up on the side of the road. “Hey jump in we can give you a lift, wherever you want to go”. I replied with “no thank you I am fine, l’m just heading home.“ “We can give you a lift home, jump in” was their reply. Again, I declined the offer of a lift and kept walking. I was starting to freak out, adrenalin ran through my veins, l was being stalked by 2 guys in a car down Punt Road. ⁣

Punt Road is divided down the middle with nature strips and these guys were driving in circles trying to convince me to get in the car with them. I kept walking; my senses heightened. The car approached me for the 3rd time. On this occasion only the driver was in the front seat, “jump in, my mate has gone, I can drive you home” the driver said to me. I remember I got angry, “I’m not fuc*ing getting the car with you!” I screamed at him, “get the fu*k away from me.” I was starting to get hysterical by now. I was really scared but determined not to get in that car. He drove off again, I was not easy prey. ⁣

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𝙂𝙪𝙩 𝙞𝙣𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙩𝙨

I finally reached the safety of Swan Street intersection; the bus was due in a few minutes. I felt relieved and a sense of safety under the glare of the street lights. As I stood there, I again saw the same car that had circled around me; like a shark getting ready to attack its prey. Both men were back in the car, they were turning right to head into the city. I freaking lost my shit when I saw them again; I screamed, I swore at them, I gave them the finger, I went berserk! I must have looked like a crazy woman and put on quite a show for the cars stopped at the lights. ⁣

I have never felt so relieved when that bus pulled up and I jumped on. I was home about 10 minutes later where I completely broke down, sobbing, crying, and retelling the story to my flatmate. I never went to the police. I didn’t get their car rego. number and because it was dark l couldn’t really see their faces. This night has haunted me ever since as I think what might have happened if l had got into that car. Use your gut instincts. I knew that as soon as I touched that car door handle that night, that I should not get into that car.⁣

Lily⁣ 🕊



Lily, thank you for sharing your story.

Much ❤

Jo x

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