Harry's POV
It’s been over a month since I've seen my dad. The flashes of me pounding his face in after he called my girlfriend a w***e replay over like it was just yesterday. When Savannah pulled me off him her touch alone was enough to calm me down. Until he called her that fowl name once again. She is nothing Nor every will be anything like that.
I heard the door open slowly knowing it was her to come and check and see if I was okay. I was nowhere near okay. My f*****g father had showed up here drunk and claimed he wanted to see his son. I watch as the blood from my busted up knuckles runs down the drain, washing off every bit of disgust and hate I have for that man. If he comes back here who knows what I will do next. The door to the shower opens and cold hands wrap around my torso.
