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 Soap’s front door. It didn’t take long for Soap to swing the door open.

“You know it’s raining…“ Soap’s smile fades as he noticed your busted lip and the tears that fell from your reddened eyes. He instantly knew.

“Steamin’ bloody Jesus…”