He stopped and looked at me seriously. I panicked thinking I had just taken the piss out of him, but in fact had hit the nail on the head and really o...fended him. His serious expression held and the look on my face must have shown what was going through my head. I was just about to apologise when he broke into laughter. I playfully punched his arm. We shared a laugh at his prank, while we ascended the small spiral stairs. When we reached the top the room opened out. It had large wooden roof. He stared at the letters for a second before pressing Search. He wanted to know more about the feelings that had overcome him that afternoon. He wanted to understand the force that had come from so deep within him, driving him to action. As the search results arrived he chose the first one, which opened a page full of images. He saw women bound to tables, hanging from chains, ropes tightly wound around their bodies, images of women bent over, black and purple bruises spreading across their. I got into my car which was parked in one of the resident's spaces and reluctantly headed home. I was now very angry with the way she had treated me, I really had not done anything wrong.I was in a foul mood when I got home and went round the house, carelessly stuffing any of Sarah's things into a black bin liner. It was a damp, grey day and I didn't feel like doing anything so I vegged out on the settee and started to watch the cricket on TV. The match was in Leeds but was rained off after. She stilled and I stared to her eyes. Her eyes were sparkling with tears, I could see a sad look in those beautiful eyes and I wanted to do something. I did something I never thought of doing, I put my arms around her and pull her closer. She was hurt inside and doing that it felt like was the only way to cease her pain. We sat there quietly for a moment holding hands with my arm around her.It was 8.00 pm when I told her I had to go. “Don’t leave me alone Evans, spent the night here with me.