Sarah's mother's voice thundered through the room, freezing me in mid-step as I attempted to make my escape. "Why have you gone to pick her up?" she shouted, her tone filled with anger and concern. Her words hung heavy in the air, leaving a trail of tension in their wake.
"She's in need," I managed to reply, my voice barely above a whisper. "I couldn't resist helping her."
My mother's face contorted with frustration. "Whatever the reason, you shouldn't have gone to rescue her," she admonished. "Do you have any idea what kind of trouble you could have gotten yourself into? Have you even considered the consequences?"
"But Mum, nothing happened. I managed to safely get her out of that... that hell," I stammered, desperately trying to defend my actions.
