Risk

Chapter Six

Harry's POV:

My lips hurt.

This bitch is insane; she's pressing her mouth against mine like she's trying to swallow me.

Jesus.

Even still, I continue kissing her, only pulling back slightly to retract the pressure on my lips.

We're upstairs, against the wall of the hallway with entrances to dorm rooms everywhere.

I'm about to stop with the making out and cut to the damn chase, but all of a sudden, a shrill scream rings through the hallway.

Confused, I pull away. "Did you hear that?"

The girl rolls her eyes, annoyed. "Yes. It's probably just some girl getting fucked, unlike me. So let's-"

"Wait," I say. The scream sounded so familiar....

I listen closely, and sure enough, a familiar feminine voice, floating from a closed door nearby.

"No, stop," she protests. Then a male voice says something so quietly I can't hear, but I've heard enough.

"I need to go," I tell the girl and she pouts, but I ignore her, dashing over to the door.

A girl whimpers. There's some shuffling and I waste no more time turning the knob and bursting into the dorm.

A guy is on top of Regan, pinning her to the bed while she squirms, and his shirt is off while he tries to remove her dress.

"Harry!" Regan gasps when she sees me. Her eyes are glazed over with tears and her lips tremble as she tries to hold them back.

The guy climbs off of her fragile frame and whirls around to face me.

"What the fuck is it, man?" he demands, clearly drunk as he stumbles over.

"What's going on?" My fists are clenched so tightly, my knuckles are white, and I can feel my body shaking as I try to contain my anger. I know that this tool was going to rape Regan, I can tell by the fearful look in her eyes as she struggles to sit up.

"We were just having some fun, calm the fuck down," the guy tells me, a dopey grin on his face.

With that, I unravel. My blood is on fire and a curtain of red drops over my vision as I imagine him forcefully penetrating her, treating her as a sex toy just to please his drunken needs.

I waste no time whipping out my fist and swinging it in a right hook to his punchable jaw.

The crack I hear when our flesh connects fuels me to continue.

Regan is screaming for me to stop while I throw him to the ground but the sound of my blood rushing in my ears overpowers her voice.

Regan's POV:

Harry relentlessly punches Ethan, mangling his face and grunting with every throw of the fist.

I'm glad he came to save me, but Ethan looks extremely wounded. Blood coats his face and spews from his nose and mouth as Harry beats his still body. The murderous gleam in his darkening eyes makes me experience a whole new wave of fear.

"Harry!" I call frantically. "Stop it!" My vision is better and my mind feels clearer, as if I'm sobering up just from this situation.

Harry doesn't acknowledge me and I can do nothing else but clamber to my feet and hurry over to the bloody mess on the floor.

"Harry!" I yell louder. "Please, stop!"

My heart is racing, making sweat bead on my forehead and my hands tremble. I've never been in a situation like this; I don't know what to do.