Beth's Rage

Axel watched as Beth paced the kitchenette of her house, barely minding the cup of brew in her hands as its content spilled with every pace. Her bathrobe swished as it scraped the floor, her reddish hair cascading down her back like a fiery waterfall. At intervals she would roll her eyes and mutter murderously.

"Stop it." He said "You're driving me nuts."

She let out a groan and slammed the cup on the kitchen island. "No. Lauren is driving both of us nuts!"

"Not me." Axel quipped. "I am perfectly calm. And I think you should take a break." He added. "Besides, what if she's just out with friends, doing normal human stuff? She's a teenager, you know. Try to calm down."

Beth gritted her teeth, her hair like strands of flames "I am calm. This is me being calm."

Axel smiled to himself as he watched her resume her pacing. He couldn't help but admit—to himself of course—that Beth was one attractive woman when she got all worked up like this. He remembered four years ago when he'd c