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.