****BEN****
Rage burned in my veins like a wildfire, consuming everything in its path. I threw my fists against the wall, feeling the pain shoot up my arms as I struggled to contain the overwhelming emotion. The red haze clouded my vision, blurring everything except the overwhelming need to release this pent-up anger.
She can’t get married to that bastard. She is mine, only mine; no one but I have the right to be with her. No one but I can make her happy.
“Ahhhh...” I growled as I heard footsteps approaching, and two pairs of legs stopped before me. “What’s going on here?” a voice asked, breaking through the haze of anger that had consumed me. I turned to see the bloody bastard standing with his nasty smirk that I wanted to wipe off his face with my bare hands. “She’s mine,” I snarled,
