H.U.R.T
Harry the Fucked One

Falling in love is easy, but staying in love is something different, and you and your partner succeed. Happy Anniversary, Elise!! I hope more and more wonderful things happen to you both.🥂

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It was still too late to enjoy the intoxicating illicit drink, but Harry had already finished two bottles of wine to make it stew. Harry asked for the third bottle when it was late at night. I don't know how long he's been there, sitting alone. Austin also had no visible nose. Before getting drunk, Harry contacted the man and it turned out that Austin was out of town.

Harry finished the third bottle, the man really wanted to make himself drunk to unconsciousness. His phone kept ringing and he chose to ignore it, keeping it out of his reach. If it wasn't his father, it would have been Jeff who called him.

Slowly, he sidled. His stomach was wrapped around, under attack from extreme nausea. He also staggered to the toilet. Several times he hit people passing in front of him, some of whom were sane, half sane and even drunk as it seemed. Throwing each other curses as well as rude mockery was not spared.

Instead of finding the toilet, Harry was already in the parking lot. The man immediately vomited out his stomach.

"Where is my car" he drove around the parking lot, checking one by one the cars. His name was also a drunken man, his cleverness was suddenly lost. Instead of pressing the car remote to find out the position of the car, Harry actually passed one by one the car that was there. Drunk indeed.

Some delinquents who were also drunk were watching his movements. Harry's poor condition, making the delinquents seem to find the jackpot.

"Ah, you're here apparently," Harry finally found his car. He opened the steering door and before he could get in, the thugs were by his side holding the car door and one of them pressed the knife in his ribs.

"Give me your keys and valuables, Dude. You won't survive if you can't cooperate well."

Harry looked down at the knife that posed a threat to him. He snorted, showing no fear of the danger that lay in him.

"Am I being robbed?" he asked lightly.

"Yes and your life are on the edge of the horn. Give me your keys, take out your wallet and take off your watch."

"It's not that easy, you son of a bitch!" Harry hissed, pushing the knife away from him.

"If you want money, possessions and wealth, work hard."

"Curtain! He instead lectured," one of the delinquents responded with a scornful tone. "Brush, Drill! Finish him."

Harry's running into those delinquents. He even challenged them to a duel with him. His thinning consciousness made his focus unclear. The punch he took missed repeatedly. Let alone to membogem, just stand up actually he is not strong.

Bugh!

One fist from one of the hoodlums managed to make it fall. He cursed, throwing all the mockery that he knew when the rogue partner began to crawl him to take his wallet. The expensive watch also did not escape the target of the thieves.

"Police office. Yeah, I want to make a report...."

The voice of someone who suddenly appeared stopped the delinquents. They looked back, a girl dressed in all black was standing there, casually crossing over. A cell phone was directed at them, aiming at their photos repeatedly. While in the woman's ear, her shoulder clamped the other phone in the ear.

"Bar Senorita's. There were three half-drunk men who seemed to be a plotter, while the victim was a fairly handsome man with a very severe drunk condition. Yes, I can send his faces to you. Because as I see it looks like this drunk is gonna run away."

The woman continued to speak, presenting her complaint.

"Are you looking to die?!" the man holding the dagger walked up to the woman. The woman shook her head, not retreating at all.

"One of them had a knife. Kitchen knives used by mothers to cut vegetables. Not too sharp, but it can still hurt the stomach. No. gabe... No. gabe... Don't worry about me, Sheriff. I'm a martial arts expert. I mastered some martial arts. Hm, breaking the hands of five village thugs can also be strengthened. Oh, yeah, thank you for sending me your members."

The drunk who was holding the dagger stopped his steps. The men threw gazes at each other. Communicating through telepathy.

"Well, your face is in the hands of the local police. The punishment for a thief is also good. But, I'm sure people like you aren't cowardly delinquents, right? So, who's gonna face me first?" the woman relaxed her neck muscles, looking as if she was warming up before a fight.

"Hey, Brother, are you okay?" the woman half-screamed as she saw Harry standing with great difficulty.

Harry did not answer, he was busy rubbing his sore face. It seemed like the man was completely unaware of the situation.

While the three delinquents were still busy discussing. Whether they will continue the action or save themselves from the possibility of police pursuit. The woman before them showed no fear at all.

"Gosh, hey, drunks, why are you guys having a discussion. Come on, face me."

"Hey, leave the things you've taken!"

With a heavy heart the drunkards put the goods they took, wallets, watches and car keys. They floated a rude swearing at the woman. The woman just shrugged her shoulders no matter what.

After the delinquents were away and nowhere to be seen, the rescue woman approached Harry. He handed Harry a cell phone that was left in the bar.

Harry received his phone and suddenly collapsed into the woman's arms, spewing out his guts on the woman's body. The girl screamed, scolded, and Harry didn't care. After spewing out his guts, Harry was unconscious.

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"Close the curtain" Harry's voice was heavy and hoarse. The sunlight disturbed his sleep. He still doesn't want to wake up. His head was dizzy amazingly. Unmerciful jerking and this kind of thing he had been used to feeling for the past few months.

"Close the curtain, Jeff!" he pulled out a blanket, covering his entire body.

"Give me some water, God damn it! Are you crazy, Jeff..." Harry immediately sat down, revealing a blanket that had been wet from being watered on purpose.

"Who are you?!" Harry panned the figure of the woman before him from top to bottom without hiding his frustration, anger and shock.

He looked at every corner of the room. This was definitely not the hotel room he used to occupy and this room was also not one of the rooms in the star hotel. As he moved, the bed he occupied even creaked out a sound.

"Why did you water me?"

"You asked for water."

"Where is this?"

"Little motel."

"Why are you wearing my shirt?"

"My book is being dried because you're pulling your disgusting guts out on my clothes. You remember me?"

"Yes. Did something happen last night, here?" Harry did not dare to reveal the blanket covering his lower body as he watched his pants stare on the floor.

"Something like what?"

"Yes, something... Hm, something... I'm married."

The woman nosedived an eyebrow, "Did I ask about your status, Mister?"

"I deliberately told."

The woman snorted, she turned around, sitting by the window. The only seat there.

Realizing that, Harry's mind drifted everywhere. Do they sleep in the same bed? To ask, Harry did not have the courage to hear the answer.

The knock on the door broke the silence. The woman moved, crossing the room to open the door. Harry's gaze was fixed on the woman's butt. His shirt has a thin material that makes the woman's interior bright. The shirt was also not long enough, only able to cover half his thighs.

Realizing the mischief of his eyes, he was ashamed of himself. In a hurry he turned his face.

"I'll change my clothes and return your clothes." The woman went into the toilet.

In just a few minutes, the woman came out of the toilet, putting on her black clothes.

"I think you're aware enough. Please pay the bill below." The woman put Harry's shirt on the edge of the bed. The woman soon passed, crossing the room to the exit.

"Tu-wait..."

The woman stopped, turned her body back, looked at Harry.

"Thank you for your help last night. I'm sorry Ms... What's yourname?"

"Odelle, call me Odelle."