His Name Was Damian

fourteen

Very mature topics in this chapter.

Naomi

This isn't the first time I'm getting this phone call; It was the third. I could always hear the cursing behind her shaking voice as she tried to escape the house.

But she couldn't get out this time.

Damian and I pull up in front of Melanie's house and I grab the bat I threw into the back seat.

"Naomi, what is going on?"

Damian has a confused look on his face, but I ignore it. I don't have time to answer questions; I need to get Melanie out of this abusive home.

I didn't need to answer Damian's question though, because unfortunately, Melanie comes running out of the house - her dad following her.

"Get back here you whore," Melanie's dad screams, grabbing her by her hair. "I don't give a fuck if your friends see what I do too you."

She fights against him, attempting to pull away from his hands. Her tears hit against his dirty his hands and in that time I run over to where they're standing.

"Get off of me!" She cried, banging against him.

It all happened in slow motion as I ran towards Melanie, bat in hand and Damian right behind me. I took the bat and slammed it into his body- he immediately toppled over. Damian takes Melanie's father and knocks him out cold hitting him and hitting him again.

Again.

Again.

and Again.

After getting Melanie in the car, I run back to Damian and pull him off of Tony, "I think he's had enough."

Damian looked in between me and Tony before walking off. Looking at Tony one last time, I saw the damage that Damian had done. His face was already bruising that nasty blue- purplish color. When I got back to the car, Damian was in control and in the drivers seat and I sat in the back seat with Melanie.

"You're not going back to that house Melanie," I say, wrapping my arms around her.

She nuzzles in closer to me and takes a deep breath, "I have no where else to go." A tear escapes her eye. "And I have no family left-."

"No don't give me that," I say, making eye contact with Damian through the mirror. "You're family to me and I love you and I'm going to take care of you okay?"

Melanie only nuzzled into me further and began to let the tears fall and my heart broke once more. I made eye contact with Damian once more and tried to put on a smile. Instead of responding with one himself he reached back and took my hand, rubbing circles into my skin.

It was weird how an absence of words could convey feelings speaking couldn't do.

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When we got home, Melanie immediately went upstairs to my room, hoping to sleep away the day. My mom gave both, me and Damian a look and told us to come talk to her on the couch. I don't know why, but suddenly I became anxious. My stomach began to turn and my heart began to beat faster.

Damian sat there and didn't say a thing, to deep in his thoughts; I could tell from the biting of his bottom lip.

My mom has her legs crossed and her eyes cast down, "Does Melanie have any injuries that we need to get checked out?"

I shake my head, "Not that I know of- she didn't tell me anything."

"She's in bed now?"

I nod.

"Good, that poor girl needs to rest. Is she going to be okay sleeping with you or do I need to get the guest room made up?"

"She probably wants to be alone so yeah I'll make up the guest room. Is it okay that she stays here?"

My mom gives me a look of disbelief, "Of course she can stay here, she's in need of help."

I nod and was about to get up when Damian stopped me. I gave him a confused look before sitting back down.

"Is Melanie eighteen yet," he asks staring at me. His body was fully turned in my direction - waiting for my answer.

"No," I reply.

"Okay," And he leaves the room and heads upstairs.

I smile at my mom before leaving the room. I round the corner and open the door quietly. There lies Melanie, snoring her pain away, but no Damian. I close the door back behind me and head to the bathroom, prepared to take my contacts out after the long day.

Damian sits on the counter eyes closed. His eyes open to me when he becomes aware of my presence.

"Hey," I whisper.

"Hi," he replies, careful not to wake Melanie next door.

I sit on the counter next to him and we fall into a comfortable silence. Damian shifts his hands onto my right thigh before going to grab my hand.

"It just brings back a lot of bad memories, you know?"

No I don't know.

"What happened," I ask slowly.

His voice sounds like grovel when he replies, "When I was nine, my dad used to do the same things to me. It started with my mom and then when he realized she could take it, he started hitting me."

A tear rolls down his check, but he was quick to wipe it away.

"I didn't always live here you know? My mom decided that we've had enough and packed bags full of clothes. We ran away, obviously but after that we didn't have anyone to run too. We slept in our car before mom had the money to buy a house."

"Damian, I'm so sorry," I spit out, choking on tears of my own.

He laughs softly before using his hands to wipe my tears away, "Why are you crying? It's my sob story."

I match his laugh, "Because you've been through so much and I didn't know."

"Well I don't go around telling everybody."

I nod my head, "Understandable."

He shakes his head, "But back to what I was saying. Melanie is so lucky to have a friend like you, hell, I'm lucky to have you."

I hug him and put my arms around him.

"It's totally the other way around."

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Ah heavy chapter I know, but I think it was a situation I wanted to cover and that we need to spread awareness of.

So until next time.

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