Chapter 4 David's Arrival

• It took David about 10 minutes to get to our house, but he rushed over after Peyton called. When he entered the room his six-foot one frame towered above me. I sat trembling in my chair. David had been awful to me when we were younger, and now he took pleasure in occasionally being awful to me with my husband. Peyton had hated him for what he had done to me when we first got together, but they met one day at Peyton’s favorite bar and connected over a mutual “dislike” of me. They had made some sadistic deal and now he appeared in our lives frequently. Seeing him again reminded me of the worst day I had ever had, and I couldn’t help the images that began to flood my mind. My skin crawled in disgust as I was forced to relive the memory…
• I met David through my dad. They were drug buddies. I had just turned 15 when I met him at his 20th birthday party. He took to me immediately and I was just amazed that an older guy would be into me. After cake and ice cream everyone went swimming in his mom’s pool, and he asked me if I wanted to hang out in his room. He said we could talk and get to know each other better if there wasn’t so much noise. I followed him naively believing he just wanted to talk. When we got to his room, he offered me a shot of whiskey and I gladly took it to calm my nerves. He said we could sit on his bed, so we did. I didn’t know why I was so nervous, but it was probably because I had never been alone with a boy, let alone a man. He pulled out a joint and lit it.
• “You ever smoke weed before?” he drawled in his southern accent.