New Year's Eve 1992 - Not the best for Rachel. Warning: This chapter contains domestic violence. Reader advised.
CHAPTER 8
December 31, 1992
After a long shift at work, Rachel pulled up to the small, two-bedroom home she and her husband had moved into four months earlier. As a wedding anniversary gift, Byron’s parents paid the down payment on the house. All they had to do was pay the mortgage, which they could afford.
The lights were on in the house, and music blared. She could hear the thumping bass down the street. In the driveway, Byron’s buddies’ cars took her spot. She had asked them before to park on the street, not in the driveway. It irritated her to no end.
Because it was New Year’s Eve, cars from various parties lined the street. She had to park two houses down and walk back to her house. Luckily, it wasn’t raining yet.
As she walked through the backdoor, she saw the mess. Byron and his friends had completely trashed the house. There were empty cans of beer everywhere. Bags of chips thrown about. She only had to stand in the doorway to know she had her work cut out for her.
She tossed her purse on one of the kitchen chairs and walked out into the living room to find the guys huddled around the coffee table. One guy snorted a line of coke right off the table she used daily.
“Byron!” She hollered out.
He waved her off as he tied a yellow strap around his arm and stuck a needle in his arm. “Byron! Seriously!”
With fury in his eyes, Nick withdrew the syringe and threw it across the room, getting up from the floor. He grabbed her by the arms and hollered in her face. “Stop yelling at me, woman!”
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