“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.