I have many good memories but the bad still surface even today. The last thing I remember after making love to Wesley was falling asleep not long after in his arms. His arms make me feel safe but not even the safety of his arms can keep the bad memories away. It feels just like it was yesterday. Karlee and I had a blast at the rodeo; I made a mental note to thank Brad when I got home for agreeing to let me go with her on our anniversary. I can still smell the arena and the food coming from the concession. I can see the contagious smile on her face as we climb into the car getting ready to head home. I see her telling me it’s ok to go to sleep, that we’ll be home soon. Little did I know, I’d be going home alone. “No!” I scream. I can feel my arms flailing around but my eyes stay shut. “No, no, no!” “Hope, baby I got you. You’re ok. Open your eyes for me.” Wesley says quietly. My eyes jerk open, tears immediately spill down my face.
