Rage - part 2

"He did, didn't he?" Ted was flushed with heat and would not stop pacing.

"No. No. No. He didn't. He didn't. He really didn't." Elma sounded more like a broken record, but she didn't care. She needed to allay his fears as soon as possible.

"You expect me to believe he didn't touch you? That bastard obviously abused you far more than you care to explain. The broken ankle and the bruise on your face? God, it's all starting to make sense now." He jabbed his outstretched hand at his forehead and continued to walk.

Elma had never seen him explode like that before. She was more frightened than she had any idea what to do... Of what she could say to calm his frantic nerves.

Impulsively, she climbed out of her bed and threw herself at him.

Hands gripping his massive arms, she recoiled from the sudden pulse of his boiling temper coursing through his veins.

She saw his hands clenched into fists in anger as she landed on her ass on the bare floor.