The Soldier Next Door

…Matt POV…

Now, I have been wanting to make this walk for a while. I don’t quite know if it was to give Ana a piece of my mind or if I wanted to give James what he deserves. Guess I will find out.

As I step onto the porch, I need not even have to knock for James swings the door wide open, “What can I do for you, Hunter?”

“You can start by calling me by my name.”

“I don’t need to call you anything. What do you want?”

“I am here to see Ana.”

“Well, she is not here.”

Just the sight of this man makes me want to punch that goddamn ugly face of his in. I know full well she is here, and I am not going to stand here and play games with him.

“I want to see Ana.”

Just then, Ana steps out from behind him. It seems that she has been crying for his makeup has run down black over her cheeks. As I try to reach out for her, the asshole slaps my hand away.NôvelDrama.Org owns this.

“Oh, no, you did not just do that.”

“What are you going to do?”

I smash my fist square into his jaw, his face jolts back, and he falls back onto his ass. As I step over him to jab him once again, he knocks me off my feet. I find myself being dragged by the collar as he lifts me from the floor.

At his attempt to pull me from the floor, I grab him by his shirt with so much force that it rips from his body; the buttons pop off one by one and drop like little peas to the floor. He immediately spins around and rids himself from his now shredded shirt. He is now from mid to top bare in front of Ana and me.

She tries to step in the way but James only but pushes her to the side.

Now, I would think that this man shall stop and realize his foolish mistake, but I am somewhat sadly mistaken. He only but advances for me again; this time, though, he is moving rather slow, ominous, he is taunting me. James seems like he wants to play a little game; well, by all means, let us do.

I see as he patiently waits for me to remove my shirt as well. Now unlike the beast that he has just turned into, I slowly, just to annoy the man even further, I take my time in popping each of my shirt buttons open with but a few flicks of my fingers. I fold it up neatly and place it on the chair; then, I take my stance.

But before a single move is being made, I hear Ana shouting in the far corner of the lounge.

“Please stop it! Both of you!”

It only falls on ears that are not about to listen. Does this man for one moment think that I shall let this go? Well, he is sadly mistaken

“You are making a fateful mistake, James. I need you to think of what it is that you are about to set into motion.”

“The only thing that needs to be set in motion is for you to leave this home.”

“No, I think you have it wrong; you need to leave.”

“Save your warning Matt.”

With his words not yet from his lips, he shifts his feet at an incredible pace towards mine and reached his fist for my face. With one snap of his arm, he smashes it into my cheek. He retracts his arm to launch at me once again, but I grab it in midair. I twist it behind his back; I step closer.

“You are going to regret that.”

My grip goes firmer, and I push him off from his feet; he slides across the length of the table in the middle of the lounge and crashes over the side with a loud thud on the floor.

I make my way to where he finds himself and yank him up by the shoulder; with utmost ease, I lift him in the air and toss his body to the other side of the room.

He rises to his feet and reaches me in less than an inch of the second; as he looks to the side for a brief second, he fools me to do as well. Then he slams his hands around my shoulders and tosses me into the kitchen.

“Stop it, Matt; what are you doing here?”

“Oh, I am killing him, Ana. He won’t have the chance to ever lift a hand to you again.”

She only but shakes her head.

But besides that. This has now moved to the kitchen, and he is moving at me from around the kitchen counter. It seems that he wants to play a game of dance, well we shall dance.

“James, I will not ask you again. Just leave.”

“No, Matt, I am not going anywhere. You seem to forget that Ana is mine.”

“Ana is not yours. She does not belong to anyone. Yes, she belongs with Ethan, but definitely not with you.”

Now, if he was not enraged before, then he truly is now. “I want you out. Get out!”

“You are a fool if you think I am going anywhere, James.”

I slam my fist hard into the square of his jaw. He screams out of horror, and he sees his skin is being split open slowly, bit by bit. Without even flinching, he draws his own fist and slams it into my stomach. Driving it with utmost force, piercing deep, and as he slowly pulls it out again, he drives it back in even further with his next punch.

The agony makes me topple over in pain, but this is not a pain that I will show him. As I rise, I rip him by his feet and rise his body in the air. “Today, I will see you in hell.”

“Oh, my dear friend, you will be going there first.”

“Ha! You think I am your friend?”

I rise him even further into the air, with only but one hand. I watch as he squirms, I ram my fist into the bridge of his nose. Then I drop him and toss him toss him in his own pool of mess.

“Leave this house.”

But the man is a fool, for her slams his fist in my chest and drags me back just as I am about to walk away.

Death is thy ears, I may say; I slam my fist in my chest and drive his body straight into the far side wall.

Then I look at him, “Now, for the last time, leave this house.”

As he stumbles to his feet, bloody and battered, Ana only but looks at me, “Matty, what have you done?”

“Teaching a man a lesson, Ana, he will never lift a hand to you again.”

“Matty, he never did, he…”

Then see as James comes to stand by her side and squeeze her arm with what is too much force for my liking. I launch my hand forward and close it around his throat; I snap him off his feet and spin his body around.

“Ana, don’t stand up for this filth.”

With that, I shove James out the door and slam it shut behind him. Ana looks at me in disbelief, somewhat amused but yet scared.

As I slowly lead her to a chair in the lounge, I can feel her body tremble. James is furiously standing and banging on the front door, and I fear that he might even break it down. For several minutes he stands there trying to force himself in. Yes, I might have perhaps have made this worse, but I will not hesitate to call for him to be locked up. What concerns me the most is Ana.

“Ana, are you okay?”

“What are you doing here, Matty?”

“Ethan sent me to come to check up on you. He could not get hold of you.”

“James smashed my phone when he heard I was speaking to him.”

“But how can you say that he has not hurt you when it clearly seems like he has. The man is a damn monster. Do not stand up for him. He can be glad that I did not fucking kill him.”

“Matty, it is complicated.”

“Complicated how?”

She goes silent for but a brief moment, and then she looks at me even more concerned than before. There is something that she is not telling me. So I take my phone from my pocket and dial a very nervous man that is probably dying on the other side.

It does not even take but a second, and he answers the phone. “Thank god, Matty, is she okay?”

“Hey, bro. She is a little shaken, but ya, I have given the man a good beating. I am scared he is going to come back, though.”

“Fuck, can I speak to her?”

I hand the phone to Ana, who seems a lot more calmer now; I knew that just hearing his voice that she will feel better. But what she says next does shock me to the core.

“Ethan, James, well, he…”