Her Savior

"Argh! I'm so messed up." Harry bang his head on his steering before he took out his phone. Dialing Lisa's number.

A few times after the ringing, her phone was picked up. "B..I'm sorry I-" He started.

"She's in the shower. You want me to relay your message?" A man's voice said through the line and made Harry scrunched his eyebrow.

"Who are you?" He asked.

Chuckles, the man says, "Me? I'm her..Boy..friend?"

Bam! Harry smacks his hand on his steering. "Put her on the phone." He requests, and the man smirked. "She's in the shower man..you want me to get in there? Or do you want to listen when I do her in the shower?"

"Touch her, and I'd fucking killing you!" Harry ended the call and threw it away to the passenger seat beside him. He never felt this rage before. Harry then hit the road and back to New York. He drowned himself with alcohol at the night club until Henry gets him back to his penthouse.