Chapter 0

• “He’s going to hurt me.” She cries over the phone as I hear a muffled sound of a door banging from her background. “Please help me. Please. She going to kill us.”
• Us. My child. He’s going to kill him.
• “Please help us.” She pleads and screams at him to the other side of the door, “Leave me the fuck alone!!” She cries louder, wheezing and helplessly asking for help.
• I didn’t know what to say, this was a mistake. She was a mistake to begin with. I never should have done that. I never should have done it with her in the first place.
• She was hiding again in her bedroom, crying over the phone and asking for my help. It has always been like that and I hated getting this voice mails from her. She’s hurt. She’s badly hurt and she’s been fucking up my state of mind with these calls.
• But I was frozen when I hear a door banging open followed by her dreadful scream. They sounded like they were fighting and he was hurting her again. I can hear her being dragged around the floor as she keeps crying and screaming, “Get the fuck away from me! Get off me!!”
• I lowered my head and cried as I listen to it. I couldn’t do anything. I was too late to take this call. I could have helped her and drove to her place to save her at least.
• The voicemail ends with a loud banging sound which made me flinch again as I listened to it the second time. It was then followed by a very deep voice which terrorized me, “I’m coming for you Harry Styles.”
• I stare at my sweaty palms before pulling them up close to my lips.
• “This is going to ruin you! Do you hear me?!” Ricky’s voice echoed loudly throughout the room.
• My hands were shaking as I stare at my iPhone as my mind thinks about the most horrible things that happened after the voicemail was cut off. In my ears, I still hear her screaming for help as she constantly calls out my name. He was hurting her but I couldn’t do anything. I can’t do anything to help her and I feel so pathetic.
• I’m so pathetic.
• I’m such a coward.
• I’m so selfish.
• Too selfish that I am only thinking about myself.
• Who am I? What happened to me?
• I was never like this.
• Never like this.
• Never at all.
• “You better not tell anyone about what you heard, do you understand?!” His voice roared.
• “You want me to ignore that phone call?” I asked, trying to suppress my shaky hands.
• “That woman is crazy!”
• “That woman needed help!” I screamed.
• “It’s out of your hands! Swallow it down the deepest pits of your gut and never tell a single soul because he is bad bad news. He was implying you a warning and you must heed it. Or I swear to God.” He warns me viciously.
• “I have to see her. Please Ricky.” I begged.
• “It has nothing to do with you!”
• “It has everything to do with me!”
• “And why do you have to go and see her?!”
• “She’s carrying my child!” I roared.