Sara’s dad was screaming in anger at his daughter, his harsh voice making me come back to reality. He was calling Amy a *****, and he said that she’d forced his daughter into that relationship. He was so unreasonable, why didn’t he just see how happy Sara was? These past couple of months had been so great, she had changed so much in every aspect. Then he started to mention Paul, and their so-called perfect marriage according to her dad. Sara just blew up I could see the anger in her eyes. The clenching of her jaw and her knuckles were white just emphasised the control she was keeping over her anger. Her dad started talking about the way that she screwed things up. Sara couldn’t take it any more, she jumped up and gave her dad a dead glare. Then she walked out of the room; her reaction blew me away. It took me a while to come to senses.

I stood up; “Apparently some things never change!”

I slammed the door behind me and walked towards the car. Sara was sitting behind the steering wheel gazing straight ahead down the street. I walked around the car and opened the door. “Sara, please give me the keys, I don’t want you driving like this.” I pleaded with her as I tried to get some sort of a response. But she didn’t move, she didn’t do anything. I gently touched her shoulder and pleaded once more. She finally got up and handed me the keys. I knew at this point that Sara had made up her mind; whatever happened in the future would be up to Sara’s parents.

I drove off as soon as we where both buckled up. Only to stop at a hotel once we where back in San Francisco. I parked the car and we walked into the hotel lobby.

We were waiting at the desk for a clerk. Finally, one came up to us.

“Can I have one room please?” I said while I handed him my credit card.

“One room?” He asked in surprise, watching Sara and me intently.

“One room, I believe that I asked for one, and make that one with a king-size bed.” The clerk looked shocked, which made me smile. He blushed when he gave me my credit card back.