“I don't think I can walk on it,” I complained while rubbing my ankle.

I knew I could have hopped or walked really slowly, but I wanted looking after.

“Do you want me to carry you?” He asked with a huge smirk on his face. I did want him to carry me back into the house, and I wanted him to look after me too. At that exact moment in time, everything felt normal again, but I couldn't shake off all of the thoughts going around in my head. I was still angry at him and wanted answers.

“No actually, I don't. I want you to answer a question for...