Start at the beginning... You want to know how it all began. How I fell for her? How I started to love...? You want to know how I met Oliver Weston. How I grew to hate him? Why I did what I did? You want to know how it all began? Because every story has a beginning, doesn't it? Even mine. Especially mine. I loved her. I still do. And I hated him. Still do. So this is it. The start. My 'in the beginning'. This is how an average guy from Oklahoma ended up here... talking to you. It all started innocently enough. I needed a place to live. Jordan needed a roommate. It hit me out of the blue. I only wish it had ended differently. But we will get to that later. Start at the beginning... are you sure you are ready?

I've told you the beginning, and it nearly killed me. I told you how I met Jordan—J— about how I fell for her, even though I hadn't planned on it. Now you want to know about him? About Oliver Weston? The guy with the blackest heart of any man I've ever met? Fine, I'll tell you. It's what I'm paying you for, isn't it? Doesn't mean I have to like it. Doesn't mean I have to spill my guts. Except... I guess it does. The middle isn't so hard to talk about. I'll tell you how I defended J's honor, how I went to jail for her, our time in the women's room at the jailhouse—we'll get to that. I'll tell you what kind of man Oliver Weston really is... what sort of idiot I truly am. I loved her. He knew it. He used it to blackmail me into one of the worst decisions of my life. I trusted him. I trusted the Devil. And J paid.