I banged on the window as Harry approached my dad. Wham! Harry was hit. My dad was winning. Harry was mad. He jumped on my dads back and hit him in the face several times. My dad flipped Harry over and climbed on him. Harry's face was bleeding. My dad didn't care. He wanted Harry dead. Harry slid out from under him and elbowed his back. Tears streamed down my face.
"NO!" I hit the window with my fists. I needed to save Harry.
I climbed to the trunk. I felt around for a latch. "Click" The trunk opened. I ran outside.
I ran right in between Harry and my father. My dad didn't bother to stop. He scraped my back with his nails and kneed my face. This made Harry furious. He lunged toward my dad.
"Harry STOP!"
My dad hit him in the jaw and Harry hit the ground.
I sat in the Police station and watched as a nurse cleaned Harry's cuts and bruises. I caught his eyes. They softened and we stared at each other for a long time. Then, i looked away. I bit my bruised lip. I hoped nothing happened to him. I would never survive being without him.
Harry moved onto the bench next to me. I turned away. I didn't want to see his face. It hurt seeing him like this.
"I love you babe." He said. " and I would do anything to protect you, I will hurt anybody who hurts you like he did."
I looked into Harry's eyes. Then I kissed him. Hard.
He pulled away.
"My lip." He said, wincing.
I sighed.
A police man came out of a nearby room.
"You can go." He said.
