a past will haunt me

My lungs filled with thick, sticky fog at three o’clock in the morning. It made the morning look vile and shivering. My hands were cold as ice. I am just about to get in my boyfriend’s blue jetta. I had a feeling in my stomach that I shouldn’t have got in his car. Of coarse I denied my self-conscious. Drugs and alcohol are flowing through our tired bodies. I was so eager to get into my warm bed. My friend Kyle had to work in a couple of hours so I told him that we would give him a ride home. I sensed his jealousy escalating as soon as he started to drive. I decided to ignore him and that seemed to make the moment worst. As soon as we dropped off our friend Kyle he accelerated at full speed toward our next destination. At one point I became a victim of his anxiety. I didn’t know what to expect next. As he parked his car on the side of the road he yelled at me to leave his car at once. I refused.

“Get out of my fucking car” he shouted with his eyes bulging out of his small head.

“No, why? What is wrong with you? Are you sick or something?” I replied showing confusion on my face.

With great speed, he reaches the handle of my door and tried to force me out of his car. I tried to show my strength so I decided to sit still and to manipulate him to tell me what was on his mind.

“If you don’t get out, I will go home and you’ll walk home in the dark in the cold alone.” He shouted angrily

Unsuccessful in trying to get me out of his car; he began to drive mystically and made a sharp left turn. My reaction was to reach and grab the wheel and turn left. Big mistake. This day will always haunt my memories.

“You fucking bitch. This is my car so get out” he punched the side of my head with great force.

“ No, not until you tell me what I did wrong” I screamed with tears building up in my eyes.

I saw his fist once again heading toward my head. I was taut to never let the enemy away with victory so this time I did the same thing back to him as he has done to me.