George picked up the bottle and chugged. Ava and Asia left him and now he had nobody. He slammed it down on the table and rubbed his face. His new neighbor was fighting with his girlfriend again. He heard slapping and his eyes widened in horror when he heard her screaming for help. He picked up the phone and called the police.
"9-1-1. What's your emergency?"
"Yes. I'd like to call in a report for domestic abuse." he said, head throbbing.
"Can you please tell me where it is taking place?" the lady said.
"1422 Hollywood Boulevard Apartment 3A." he said.
"We'll send reinforcements in ten minutes."
"Thank you." George said.
He heard the girl next door sobbing and then he heard another slap.
"Please stop." said a quiet voice.
There was another slap and a screaming voice.
"YOU'RE A FUCKING SLUT, Y/N!" said the boyfriend.
George heard sirens and jumped out of his seat. He ran out into the hall and saw three policemen running down the hall.
"Over here." he said, pointing at the door as another scream reached his ears.
They busted down the door, tazed the boyfriend, and dragged him out in handcuffs. A tall man walked out into the hall with his arm wrapped around y/n's shoulder, her h/c hair covering her face.
"We need you to stay with this man. He saved your life." the man said gently, looking at George.
George held out his hand and she took it in hers. He led her into his apartment and shut the door.
"You can take my room. I'll sleep on the couch." he said.
He led her down the hallway and opened the bedroom door, revealing how messy it was. He grabbed a random basket and threw clothes into it. He turned around and saw y/n passed out in his bed. He pulled the blanket over her small body and pushed a strand of hair out of her face. Keeping his promise, he walked into the living room and passed out on the couch.
