Chapter two

Driving home was usually relaxing, it wasn't a long drive and I was usually unwound by the time we arrived back in Forks, WA. About half way there we stopped for gas and some young guy was at the register. I paid him and left, giving a little wave and that was all it took to set Kevyn off. Wow, I thought to myself, maybe he had more than a couple beers already. As we set off driving again I could tell he was just fuming and I waited for what was sure to be a list of profanities to come out his mouth. As I looked over at him he had tears in his eyes and I became scared, he never cried unless he was apologizing. Suddenly, my car veered to the right as he grabbed my steering wheel, causing other cars to slam on their brakes and honk their horns. I screamed, thanking myself silently for putting my seat belt on. He began yelling how if he couldn't have me no one could and that we could crash and he would be happy knowing at least we died together. I immediately became focused and slowly lifted my foot off the gas and onto the brake, gaining control of my steering wheel again. I stopped and asked him to get out the car. When he didn't I told him that I am sure someone probably called the cops and he slapped me. The pain didn't register immediately, not until I realized that this was the first time that he actually hit me. The tears began to flow and I realized that it hurt, more than just the pain, but the realization that someone who supposedly loved me could possibly hurt me this way. Why and how could he do that to me?

After a few minutes of feeling sorry for myself I stopped crying and pulled back onto the freeway. The rest of the drive was relatively quiet and by the time we pulled up into his parent's driveway we had both decided to pretend everything was fine for the night. I almost believed it.