Biting Her

"Get lost!" Terence yelled again.

Esther shook her head in tears. "Don't be like this. I'm afraid ... Terence, you're sick. You must open the door and take the medicine, or you will be in danger."

Esther ran back to the cabinet in the living room. She replaced the cold medicine with a sedative Ross had given her and clutched it in her hand.

"I'm not sick! I'm not...!" Terence's voice clearly trailed off.

Terence must be sick. Esther thumped the door and bellowed at the risk of hurting his pride, "Terence! I am your wife. I don't care if you're sick and I don't care what you're going to do to me! If you can't face me, then how are you going to face anyone else? Terence, open the door. Do you hear me? I'm gonna break in if you don't open it!"

Unfortunately, no matter how much Esther tried to persuade Terence, he would not open the door.

Terence was not quite out of his mind. He knew what it was like when he was ill, and how horrible he could be when he hurt others.