Another argument escalated.

Even in down pour, you retreated to the only person who would shelter you in midst of another altercation.

Soaked, battered and desperate you bang on Gaz front door. It didn’t take long for Gaz to swing the door open.

“We’ll look who- “Gaz’s smile fades as he noticed your busted lip and the tears that fell from your reddened eyes. He instantly knew.

“Bloody hell…”