Damien's pov

Curious as can be, I really wanted to know what the girl next door was up to. I had noticed her friend left in a blue hybrid a bit ago and a different car took it's place. It was a tan, older modeled car with a few dents here and there. Both the hybrid and old beater were odd contrasts to the silver suv that I assumed was Ella's vehicle.

Off I went to go greet the person, secretly hoping that it was a family member or another friend. As I arrived on the porch, I started to hear a man yelling in rage.

"-you think you are?! A lazy ass mother fucking bitch! That's who you are!" He screamed.

"I'm sorry! I didn't mean to fall asleep!" I heard Ella plead.

"You are fucking worthless! Stupid whore. You're lucky I even let your friend come over when I'm not here!" The stranger said before it went quiet for a bit.

"Come here." The male's voice said, well more so commanded. "Look, I'm sorry. Just had a bad day, okay?"

Yeah, bad day my ass. This fucker was gonna die for treating this precious girl like trash.

"I understand." I heard her say.

My heart fucking dropped. What do you mean she understands?! What the fuck is happening!

Knock knock knock

"Don't you dare move." The man said quietly as I could barely make out what he had said.

The door then opened wide and I looked up at a man much bigger than my stature. Standing around 6 foot, very large, short black hair, wearing a white undershirt, dark blue flannel and black pants.

"Who are you and what do you want?" The douchebag in front of me asked in an annoyed tone.

"Hello there, I stopped by earlier actually. I'm your new neighbor. The name's Damien, Damien Blackwell and you are?" I asked him, putting on my best fake smile...I really just wanted to rip his head off right then and there.

"I'm Brandon, and did you now? Huh, my girlfriend didn't tell me." He said with a vile tone before faking a smile. "I'm sorry to be rude, but I have some things to take care of, so have a nice night."

Oh hell no, girlfriend?! Ha, that's not gonna last long now that I'm here.

"Oh, wait! Is Ella home? I wanted to speak with her."

"She's home, but she's in the shower so you'll have to come back another time, sorry."

This little fucker is lying straight to my face. I know damn well she isn't in the shower.

"Ah, that's too bad then. Alright then, I'll just stop by tomorrow, goodnight!" I said before turning around and walking off.

As soon as the door slammed behind me, I quickly ran back up to the house to listen in on what was happening.

"Baby,-" I heard Brandon say in a soft tone. "-why didn't you tell me that a man stopped by earlier?" His voice started to get louder. "You fucking know how I feel about you talking to strangers, especially men!"

"I-I didn't talk to him! Ross did! He didn't come inside and was only here for a couple of minutes, I swear!" I heard Ella defend herself.

She was telling the truth. I don't recall her speaking a word to me. Her friend did all of the talking and the only time she spoke, it wasn't directed towards me.

"You better hope you're telling the truth because if I find out otherwise, you'll wish you were dead." He threatened. "Oh, and if or when he does come to speak to you tomorrow, you are to tell him exactly this, 'I am sorry, I cannot speak to you. Go away and never return.' You say anything different and I'll have your head for it. Now get your ass in bed, I'll be there soon."

After hearing everything, I almost couldn't believe any of it was real. How could anybody live like that? She must be so scared of him that she won't disobey. Oh god, what would happen if she did? It might be better if I didn't go over tomorrow...But, perhaps I could save her from that asshole.

Right before taking my leave I hear her sobbing quietly before sniffling, trying to stop.

"I love you my little princess. I'm sorry, you know how I get. I just don't want anyone to ever take you away from me. You're mine."

What kind of twisted psychopath says that? She's practically brainwashed to believe that the way he's treating her is normal and okay.

I clench my fist and walk right over to my house, slamming the door after entering. How the hell am I going to save her from this fucker? I can't just kill him...even though the thought of doing just that hasn't left me ever since I heard vile words spew from his cursed lips.

Hmm, what to do, what to do.