The first time

I should be writing a poem for Higgins class, but all I can think about it Caitlin. I thought that writing about football would be an easy subject, but it’s not. She’s in my head and all I could do was write about her in my journal.

It was the first time I slapped her. We were driving back from Key West and she decided to bring up the bar incident. “I feel like you don’t trust me,” she said… and that was enough to set me off. “You don’t trust me?” I yelled back. I began driving recklessly, swerving back and forth between the two lanes on the bridge and I could tell Cat was scared, but I needed to show her.

There were only two lanes on the bridge and I swerved into the left lane, towards oncoming traffic… she needed to trust me. A bronco with a boat towed behind it was heading directly towards us and she wouldn’t stop screaming. God! She just needed to shut up.

Next thing I remember we were on dry land and my hand was throbbing. I knew I had hit her, but she needed to stop screaming, she needed to trust me.