Hessa Short Stories

TESSA POV STOPPING HARRY

I was laying in my bed, reading a book when I saw my phone buzzing. It was Harry's number. "Hello?" I asked. "Hey, it's Christian. I'm calling from Harry's phone. Harry has been drinking and is threatning to drive home and I told him no and he has a knife in his hand. Come quick." He said. "Okay I'll be over.".

Harry needs to stop drinking. I'm going to have to talk to him about this. I drove to Cristian's house in my car. I ran into the house and saw Harry by the table. His eyes were blood shot and he looked confused. "Harry out the knife down." Cristian instructed. "Harry! Please put the knife down." I said. I hurried up to him, trying to take it from his hand.

"Give it to me!" I yelled, tugging at the sharp blade. The knife cut across my hand and flew to the floor. "Ouch!" I winced, holding my hand.

"Are you okay?" Cristian asked, "Yeah, I need to take Harry home though." I sighed. "Come on Harry." I said. I took his hand and lead him to my car. He sat down and closed his eyes and slept.

I would rather have a cut hand and sleeping Harry then a drunk crazy one. When we got home, I woke up Harry and we went inside the apartment.

I lied him on our bed to go back to sleep. I went to the bathroom to clean my cut when the door opened. "Is you hand okay?" He asked, sitting next to me. "Yeah, I just need to clean it." I smiled. "I'm sorry. You know I would never do that to hurt you." He looked at my hand. "I know." I said softly.

He kissed my hand and took the rag out of my hand and cleaned up the cut,

"Well that's done. Let's go to sleep." He smiled crookedly. He wasn't fully sober, but sober enough to walk to the bed and collaspe on it.