Anya had no idea of the horror behind Joe’s outburst as he tore into the cabin, though she knew plenty about the moods of men, none of it good. She covered her head and cowered on the far side of the bed, expecting a beating or rape, the way men had most often dealt with her. His previous kindnesses were forgotten in her shock.
“What’s going on here? Who the Hell are you and how did you get here? I thought you were my wife! Who are these kids?” He crossed the room shaking her by the shoulders as she waited for the blows to rain down. “
Despite her confusion, with him shouting directly into her face, there was no mistaking, “I THOUGHT YOU WERE MY WIFE!”
He was insane! Bracing for what was sure to come next, she covered her head with her good arm. God help me! Distraught and overwrought he fled the cabin, slamming the door before the boy could get out behind him.
The boy wailed and tore at the door. The baby cried and clung to her. The shock of the man’s outburst cleared her confusion a bit. She rushed to the door, and slid the wooden bar to lock the man out. At least that would give her a moment to think. She’d hoped to have a few more days to rest. In her clouded mind, the baby girl had become the little sister she’d so loved. She to figure a way to get herself and the girl away. The man might burn them in their beds tonight, but if they survived, she’d have to figure out a way to get them out of here in the morning.