He cannot keep it up. He gets frustrated. Angry. He jumps of the bed and start storming around the room, demanding answers to questions she is unable to answer. He throws himself on the bed and the pillow flips up and hits the side of a girls face. The tension is building and the girl is unable to handle it. She does not like arguments, she cannot cope with anger. She curls up onto the side of the bed and cries. He begins to cool down, and after a few minutes realizes he has upset her.

She cries out of frustration and she is scared it is her fault. He strokes her hair and rubs her back, whispering quietly into her ear and declares how he finds her attractive, how he likes her, and how it is definitely not her fault. On the lives of his mother, his brothers, his friends. She does not believe him. The crying continues for a small period of time till she is too tired. She is sullen and sulky and he senses it. The atmosphere is tense.

He turns on the television and begins to watch a film on channel 3. She is not interested. She cuddles up to him and he places his hand on the small of her back. She takes in her surroundings : she adores his room, the lived in clutter, the creaky double bed and the cream and brown duvet that spells delicious, like washing conditioner. She wants to cuddle in the bed and never leave, she wants him to want her there.

She tried to speak : stuttering. She can sense him getting frustrated as she can never get the words out, and if she does, they always come out wrong. He threatens to tickle her if she does not tell him, he runs his fingers down her arms to reinforced this threat. She does not believe him. He climbs on top of her, pinning her arms and hands above her head, using his legs to hold hers down and tickles her until she is begging, screaming for him to stop.