My sister Suzie's post has me thinking. We talked about a time my mom was gone out of state to her mothers funeral and the night I didn't come home.
I got to remembering that night and how I got there and the memory isn't pretty. I was walking home and a man I kind of knew and my old first love, lost my virginity to, was riding with him. Being 16 and still madly in love with said boyfriend they offered me a ride home and I took it. Only they didn't take me home. They picked up my old boyfriends new girfriend and drove to a town about 20 miles away. They would not take me home they said until morning or I slept with said older man. CRAP! We are in a horrible side of town but I take off walking and they let me.........the love of my life lets me just walk away. I find a phone booth and call my sister and her and her then boyfriend try to find me drive all over but since I wasn't sure where I was I didn't help much.
Needless to say they didn't find me the only way I could get home was to sleep with this asshole and then he still wouldn't take me home until morning. While my true love is getting it on with his new girlfriend in another room.
After this, still stupid, I wanted my love back and he finally sat me down and said when you first moved here we drew straws to see who could lay you first and well I won and he walked away. Talk about cold, crap I still remember how I felt ,like I had been slapped.
Years later he came back twice after I was married and said he was sorry and that he wanted me back I pretty much said Fuck you and he left. I also told his older brother and he kicked the old guys ass for what he had done so I felt better about that but I wish I could have watched!
Anyway that is my remembering about the horrible night I couldn't get home and was betrayed by the love of my life at 16 years of age.