What happens after...

Chapter 8

Having a steady pace driving,i finally arrived at the neighborhood she lives in.

It was awfully quiet,last time i was here kids were playing in the garden,and generally there were more people moving around.

Now,silence and signs in front of the houses that read 'For Sale'.

I pressed lightly the break when my eye noticed the familiar house,almost making me smile.

"Hey guys!Grab a blanket and a beer!"

"Mike this is your third beer and our night hasn't even started yet!"

"Jeremy!I need help with the chairs outside the garden!"

"Vincent,get your lazy ass to help Fritz!Wait,is something burning!?"

I couln't help but laugh at those memories.

One look at that house and one of the best nights came back in my head.

Exiting the car,i stared at the garden at the front of the house.

It was dead,not a single glimpse of green.

Making my way towards the front door,a tight knot formed inside my neck,cold sweat running down my spine.

I didn't have the best feeling about this,but i was so worried for (Y/N).

Slightly clearing my throat,i raised my hand to knock on the door.

"I wouldn't knock if i was you,son."

I raised an eyebrow,looking around until i noticed an eldery woman next door.

"Excuse me?"

"Are you deaf son?I wouldn't knock if i was you,unless you want to die."

The African-American woman was watering the dead plants that had in front of her house,slightly lifting her eyes to gaze at me.

Within seconds i was standing in front of her,watching her still holding the watering pot pouring on the dead leaves.

"You know the girl that lives there?"

"Yes,she is my friend."

She seized me with her eyes,looking me up and down."A true friend would know what this poor girl is going through with that boyfriend of hers."

My fists clenched,feeling disgust about him. 

"That boyfriend of hers,doesn't even deserve that title."I huffed,and noticed her placing the watering pot down.

"Go knock.If he gets aggressive,prepare yourself."

"Wait,i need you to tell me what is going in there,is she in danger?"

She sighed,taking a seat on a rocking chair that was outside.

"That boy,i don't know if he is just a crazy guy or an asshole.It is so sad hearing those poor girl's screams almost every night,dragging her by the hair inside the house.Heck,she tried to fight back and leave many times,but that bastard always got her back.I just hope she is okay,i haven't seen her in days."

"Days?" My voice cracking,swallowing hard as she shook her head exhaling deeply.

I turned around and walked fast towards her house again.

"He is armed,you can't just-!"

It was too late,my fist was already banging on the door,i was feeling the rage inside me boiling.

I knew you were bad news from the very first moment i saw you.

Footsteps could be heard from inside,some swear mumbling as the door swung open.