One Fateful Night

The week after I graduated from college a group of us were celebrating at a bar before packing up and leaving for good. The guy I was with was drinking heavily and he wanted to leave. Another guy at the bar I didn't know grabbed me by the arm and wouldn't let me go, telling me I wasn't getting in the pickup with my date. He walked and dragged me to his car and locked me in. My date left cursing him and me and telling me I was going to be laid. His last words to me, he ran the stoplight at the end of the block and was killed.

This guy wouldn't let me go to the scene, he strapped me in and made me tell him where I lived and took me to my apartment. He didn't leave, not till the next day when I was sober, not till he made sure I had a friend with me. I never made it to my job, I never made it out of town. I got laid, and a lot more, I got set up in a house and after a short engagement I got married.

For a very long time I was angry with him, I'm settled down about it now. I had a career planned, a life of my choice. My life took a sharp turn that night, I live in my college town, raising kids and working in the family business. My husband isn't one for words, I found that out on that fateful night.