Eighty Four

“What’s wrong Marcel? Why are you staring at me in such manner?” Abigail asked frightened by his cold gaze.

“Why did you do that? Why?? She’s a woman just like you and you were okay with what happened to her.” Marcel breathes out in disbelief, he punched the wall next to him driving Abigail into a state of shock. “Just the mere thought of you watching that video and not batting an eyelid makes me wonder who the heck I had fallen in love with, you make me want to puke Abigail!” He screamed at her, his fist having an engagement with the wall repeatedly.

He knew if he did not find a way to tame the building anger inside of him, Abigail might be the recipient of his punches.

“Marcel stop, please stop, you are hurting your hands.. oh my God, you are bleeding.” Abigail panics, she reached out her hand so she could hold his.. taking a step closer towards him.

“Don’t! Don’t, come any more closer. I don’t know what I would do next and who I would be doing it to.” He said calmly, his gaze me