Trapped in a Box
My husband's first love had been trapped in a car for an hour.
After they pulled her out, his rage shifted onto me.
“It’s your fault she got hurt,” he spat, his eyes blazing as he grabbed me. Before I could make sense of what was happening, he forced me into a wooden box, slamming the lid down with a deafening crack.
“You’re going to feel every ounce of the pain she went through,” he hissed, nailing it shut.
I pounded on the walls, my screams tearing through the air. “Please, I didn’t do anything! Let me out!” My throat burned with the effort, my fists aching, but nothing stopped him.
“Stay in there until you’ve figured out how to act like a decent human being,” he said, his voice col