A Cold Winter Night

  Walking in this -5-degree weather is unbearable. I can't believe Jerry is making me walk in this shit with no coat, gloves, scarf, or hat. My feet hurt so bad because they're cold; I can feel the burning sensation as I  walk down the dark streets. Hopeful to make it home soon.

 I feel the tears starting to well in the corners of my eyes, but I catch them before they cascade down my face. I place my hands in my jeans pockets to try and keep them warm. However, my hands are starting to burn like my feet. I know I have to get warm soon, or frostbite will begin to form if it hasn't already.

I wish I could call someone to come and pick me up, but he took my cell phone, and most of my relationships are strained because of him. I love Jerry despite his faults, but I don't know how much more of this I can take. His latest temper tantrum was totally uncalled for. Well, all his temper tantrums are uncalled for if you ask me, but according to him, I'm always doing something to piss him off and make him react the way he does.

I try my best to be perfect, but nothing I do is ever good enough to please him, and I'm starting to run out of ideas. I increase my pace and say a silent prayer: Lord, please give me the strength I need to make it home safely in Jesus' name. Amen!  My face starts to burn, and I keep telling myself to keep pushing Toni. You're almost there, but these blocks are so long. And I'm cold! I can no longer feel my feet, and my hands are numb.

 Girl, how much more of his crap are you going to take? I ask myself.  As I'm about to answer my question, I see headlights from a car behind me, and the car slowly pulls alongside me. Scared and cold, I slowly turn to the side to see who it is.