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. I never realized how strong he really was until that morning.

"Get out bitch. You know you kissed Kyle and don't deny it, I saw you." He screamed I could hear the jealousy and rage in his tone of voice. I started to feel fear coming on to me.

He had a strong hold of my arms with his teeth digging through my thin white blouse. It felt like a humongous bulldog that took a chunk of my flesh off my very arm.

"I kissed him because you and I are over. Besides you hooked up with some other girl right in front of my face." I was starting to cry.

"Why should you even care what I do, you fucking asshole?" I cried with pain and frustration.

As soon as I said these words, he grabbed and pulled my hair and probably tried to take a chunk of it. It was painful.

I slammed his door carelessly and I just dropped in the middle of the road with all of my belonging at the same time. I didn't know what to do. I called my friend she wanted to come and pick me up and to comfort me but I insisted that she would stay home. She made me talk to her on the phone until I reached my house so that nothing else would happen. I don't know what would I have done if she weren't there for me. I felt like a fool of being in that position. I guessed I already knew that I would be in this mess. I had it coming, just a matter of time. My friends and family warned me about him all along and I didn't want to listen. I was a selfish person. Altogether, I was lonely, confused and angry all at once. I fell apart.

He was always trying to tell me that he had the power and control of me. His powers were intense. He was emotionally imbalanced