My head throbbed and my mouth was dry. I could feel something heavy over my waist. I looked down it was his arm—and I was completely bare. I don’t remember screaming as much as I remember the sound of it. I scrambled, stumbled, tripped and tumbled away from the bed in a panic. He sat up, telling me to calm down, but I ran for the bathroom and slammed the door. Thank God my robe was hanging there. I slipped it on shaking violently, trying to remember what happened. “Leese, open the door, please.” “N-n-no,” I shuddered. Then I was screaming and crying again. “Please, Baby, please open the door.” “What did you—(I choked on a sob)—what did you do to me?” “Please believe me; I didn’t do anything to you. You’ve got to believe me. David gave you a lot of ecstasy in your coke last night. Please, open the door.” It was becoming clearer: the restaurant, his family, dinner, singing, talking about my step-father. The memories rushed back into my mind and the throbbing increased.
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