"What the fuck were you doing!" A voice shouts.

I jump off my bed to where all the shouting is coming from.

Finding my way to Derek's room I open the door to see Derek on his bed and Damon on top of him grabbing him by his t-shirt.

"I didn't do anything to her," Derek say's holding his hands out in surrender.

Why is he lying for?

"I heard you on the phone, what was it that you said again?" Damon say's angrily.

"You wanted to fuck her so bad last night" Damon repeats Derek's words he said to me.

I gulp.

"Well-what the fuck did you expect, she crawled into my bed practically naked," Derek say's trying get Damon's hands off his shirt.

"It's like she's asking to be fucked, the way she's walking around like that with her tits and ass out like a slut," Derek say's disgustingly.

Damon smashes his fist into Derek's face causing his skin below his eyebrow gash open as blood seep from it.

I jump as I flinch away from them.

Derek's eyes catch mines from behind Damon.

Damon notices Derek's attention is else where and turns around to see me standing behind him.

Damon releases Derek and gets up off from him. Walking towards me grabs my wrist pulling me out of Derek's room and into mine.

He closes my door and stalks towards me, I take a couple steps back.

"From now on stop fucking wearing your underwear to bed you understand!" He shouts at me.

My bottom lip quivers trying to hold back my cries.

"You can't fucking be walking around the house in your underwear! Are you wanting to be fucked or what!?" He shouts aggressively.

My cries breakout as tears stream down my face, I look down at my feet hiding my face.

"I-I wo-won't ever d-do it again," I hiccup as I look up at Damon.

Damon brushes his hand through his already messy hair "just wear some fucking clothes around the house then this wouldn't have had happened," he say's staring at me.

Wiping my tears away I nod my head "o-okay," I say hiccuping.

"I'll sort Derek out so don't worry," he say's a bit softer and pats my head.

"Okay," I say sniffling.

"Why was he in your room anyways?" He asks.

"He-he was looking for his phone," I say.

"That fucking dick head. Devon accidentally took his phone with him that's why I was calling you to let Derek know that Devon had his phone," he explains.

"Oh..." I say.

"I told him I-I didn't have his phone but he wouldn't believe me cause he said he's checked everywhere for it," I tell Damon.

"I see. Well I have some things I need to take care of so I need to go and I'll take Derek with me," he say's and leaves my room.

Not knowing what else to do I grab my laptop and decide on a movie to watch to take my mind of things.