H&M

Chapter 23

"You, you don't mean no harm, but you're stringin' me along and I don't have the time to spare."

Harry • • •

"Do you hear that?" I asked Bree.

"Hear what?" She continued dancing. At least, that's what she called it. It looked more like awkward swaying to me.

"Car alarm." I said to her. "Those fuckers better not be messing with my car, again."

I walked towards the front door, beer in hand.

As I reached the end of the driveway, my eye catches Maya and her evenings date showing excessive PDA against her car. It was her car alarm, not mine.

Envy rose in my chest, I knew I didn't deserve her attention but I couldn't stop it. I attempted to cut across the lawn to avoid them.

"Stop it." She whimpered as he violently shoved her against the car.

"Hey." I immediately ran to their direction. Adrenaline rushed through my veins.

I grabbed him by his shoulders, ripping him from her. "Fuck off."

"This doesn't concern you." He shoved me.

A second later my right fist collided with his nose. "This doesn't fucking concern me?"

I picked him up off the floor by his shirt collar. "Who does it concern then?"

I punched him in the nose again. Blood gushed from his nostrils, I still was not satisfied.

Heat continued to rise in my face, I could still hear Maya in the background.

He caught me by surprise and uppercutted me in the jaw. I wrapped my hands around his neck.

"All this for a whore." He muttered between breaths.

My vision went red as my grip tightened around his neck. I never thought about killing someone until that very moment. I felt that I would have no remorse it it were to end that way, I really wouldn't.

"I can't breathe." He struggled between breaths. His cold eyes bulged from his skull.

"Harry, please." She gripped my shoulders, pulling me away.

My grip around his neck loosened, just quick enough to punch him, knocking him to the concrete.

I hovered over his body, punching him repeatedly. My vision was blurred, but I saw just enough to continuously hit his face.

Her voice echoed through my head. She sounded so lonely and fearful, feelings I once promised she would never feel again.

"Harry." Maya's voice seemed far away, very far away.

She successfully pried me from this half unconscious stranger.

"Are you okay?" I furrowed my brows. I take her face in both my bloodied hands.

"Maya?"

She nodded showily, tears collecting in her eyes.