Mr. and Mrs. Black

Chapter Eighteen

|Ranger|

    Slamming my laptop shut, I ran a hand through my short hair and looked at the ticking clock on the wall as the time kept going by. I hated that f.ucking clock. It just kept on tick-tick-ticking as every second, every minute, every damned hour went by that Abigail was over there with that boy. He was probably buttering her up the whole night... sweet talking her...looking at her...smiling at her...touching her... Touching her.

    "F.uck!" I placed my laptop beside me and abruptly stood from my seat to hurry out of the living room feeling myself losing it. I couldn't stand sitting here, hearing that f.ucking clock on the wall continue to tick-tick-tick, while that frat boy was probably trying all kinds of shit with Abigail.

    I opened the front door only to slam it shut behind me so I could quickly run down the steps and start briskly walking down the sidewalk feeling waves of hot anger and jealo--

    "F.ucking hell." I gritted out through clenched teeth and ran a hand roughly through my hair as I continued to walk on the sidewalk towards f.ucking Jack's house. I didn't know what I planned on doing when I would get there, but I wasn't going to let her be there with him any longer.

    "What the hell?" I asked myself and felt the breath catch in my throat when my eyes fell onto the porch in front of me. There they were...there he was with his f.ucking hand tangled in Abigail's hair and his lips on hers.

Something stabbed in my chest making it hard to breath...something clouded my mind and I felt boiling rage fill me entirely. All I could think about in that moment was getting that bastard away from Abigail and wrapping my hands around his f.ucking neck.

    "Jake, no." I heard Abigail speak up when she moved away from that bastard and put her hand on his chest to get away from him. He kissed her. He f.ucking kissed her. I felt my inner restraint completely disappear.

     "I'm a married woma--"

     "WHAT THE F.UCK ARE YOU DOING TO MY WIFE, YOU F.UCKING SON OF A BITCH?!" I lost it and roared so loud I was sure to wake the neighbours. I felt like I was flying towards them because I couldn't feel my feet moving. I felt nothing except pure, unhinged rage as I balled up my fist ready to pound it into that bastard's face.

    "No!" I heard Abigail's voice and saw her body step out in front of me. I went to brush past her when she placed her small hands on my chest. The coolness of her hands seeped through my thin shirt cooling the burning skin that was underneath.

    I glanced down at her wide, frantic eyes and that only seemed to fuel my anger. I needed to kick his ass. I needed to make him bleed and then I would feel better. I moved to step away from her and go at the bastard,  but I halted to a stop when I felt the calming, coolness of Abigail's smooth hands against my burning cheeks that were still sore and aching from the beating I had gotten.

    "Stop!" Abigail begged desperately. I felt her jerk my head to focus my attention down to her and I felt my chest tighten when I looked into her gleaming brown eyes. My eyes drifted down to her slightly parted lips and I felt my anger heighten again.

    His lips had touched hers, the very ones that moved with my own. He. F.ucking. Kissed. Her. I moved my head to get out of her gentle, but firm hold only for her to bring my face back to force me to look into her eyes.

    "Look at me, look at me!" Abigail all but shouted at me and through my rage filled haze I managed to meet her eyes. "Calm. Down." Those two words drilled into my head and for the first time since I saw him all over her, I could focus on something other than smashing that bastard's face in.