On The Toilet ~ L.S

18

Another day later, my pillow was wet from the tears that fell out. His sweater was all crumpled up and the Harry scent was gone. I just laid in my bed, thinking about my little Hazza. I hope he's okay. I had called him for another twenty times, but it always went directly to voicemail. He didn't want to talk to me or someone else declined my call everytime.

I went to call him again, but my phone went off before I could call myself. It was Harry! He called me back! "Hazza baby! Are you alright? Where were you?" I asked franticly.

"You corrupted my son, you pervert!" A woman's voice yelled through my phone. I just kept quiet. She yelled and yelled, with no end coming to it. But one thing she said made me widen my eyes. "He's fucking touching himself, on the toilet, you asshole!" I gulped loudly and she ended the call after.