Suspicion

The woman felt a bolt of panic rise up her throat when he started stalking towards her with- what she assumed- intention of ripping her apart.

"Where the fuck were you?" he thundered, sounding as baleful as death, his unwavering glare pinning her to the spot. His fists were clenched tight as if he was controling himself from throwing fists on her. Angela swallowed.

"I..I...am sorry.. I wandered off.... I had no inte..."

"Are you dense? Why the fuck did you go out when you know nothing about this damn place?" he spat harshly, making her go silent. Hot tears brimmed her eyes as she gaped at him in shock.

"But I came back," she replied, trying to hold back her tears. Her answer seemed to have stoked his rage for his glare became deadlier.

"What if you didn't? What if something had happened to you? Who would have told your uncle that it was all your fucking fault?" he seethed loudly. Angela flinched and stared at him in silent horror. He was more concerned about his reputation. A warm