Where did she come from

Before the beginning.

3 months before

A loud crash came from the Blackwells estate as a drunken mess of a man wobbled his way down the steps.

“I don’t want that b***h” Ethan slurred as he staggered to his car. A driver waited with the door open.

“Young Blackwell, do you need help?” Clint, his driver, asked while pinching the bridge of his nose. This is a typical scene that has been happening a lot lately.

Ethan looked up at Clint with faded eyes “Shno ... .I do not” he said before vomiting all over the ground.

“Maybe you should stay home,” Clint suggested, his eyebrow raising but not moving to actually help.

“f**k that I’m getting out of here, my…” Ethan pauses to hiccup and vomit again “my father is trying to set me up with another girl that I don’t want” he breathes through heaves.

Clint rolls his eyes, he had just heard the squelching and moaning of s*x in Ethan’s room only 15 minutes ago. This is how it has been the past 3 months. The big boss Colt Blackwell brings some girl, usually a 10 out of 10, to the house Ethan shows interest he gets them and himself drunk then he f***s them then leaves the poor girl to do the walk of shame.

Clint sighs still standing at the car door watching as Ethan inch worms his way into the car. Clint closes the door behind Ethan, hoping but not sure if he closed it on Ethan's foot. “I don’t get paid enough for this” he says as he gets into the driver seat “Where to?”

Ethan looks over the seat his eyes still dazed “Take me to a bar I’ve never been to before” he says before slumping onto the seat.

“I don’t think you need anymore alcohol” Clint mutters to himself but starts driving. When going over the different bars he knew an idea came to him. “I’ll take him west,” Clint said to himself with a mischievous tone.

The drive was long but Ethan slept through most of it by the time he woke up they had already passed into enemy territory.

“Are we almost there?” Ethan asks impatiently.

“We are almost there,” Clint says blankly while they drive through a small town named Willows Helm. The black car came to a halt outside a bar called The Ravens song. Clint got out of the car and opened the door for Ethan.

Ethan slid out of the car, his suit wrapped around him perfectly. “Where the hell did you take me?” asking with a disgusted look on his face.

“You said take you to a bar you’ve never been to. It took awhile but I found one” Clint responded keeping his smile to himself.

“This place looks disgusting” Ethan says with venom in his voice “Take me back to…” His voice cuts off.

A beautiful, no perfect sound is coming from inside the bar. Ethan's feet seem to be moving on their own, pulled towards the sound. His hand reached out to push open the musty and cracked wooden door. He normally would never touch something so disgusting but that sound made him forget everything. As soon as the door opened it was over and his obsession started.

A woman stood near the corner lights on her as a tall blonde man played an old piano. “Her voice is ... .divine” Ethan said, his voice dripping with desire.

He stood in that bar for hours listening to every song she sang, not drinking just taking in her voice. When she was done and the bar man paid her Ethan glided up to her but the tall blonde man got in the way.

“Well aren’t you just a tall delicious glass of ale” the blonde man coo’d at Ethan.

Ethan recoiled from the man “I don’t swing that way” Ethan replied.

“They never usually do, then they get a taste” the blonde man says his hands sliding down his own body “Names Tristen babycakes, you’ll have to remember it for later” Tristen winks at Ethan.

Ethan shivers “Uhhh no, I was actually interested in talking with the woman who was singing” Ethan says shaking Tristen's hand with his thumb and pointer finger not wanting to fully touch his hand but also not offend him by refusing.

“Oh, you mean Maeve" Tristen says pouting “Maeve girl you got someone who wants you” Tristen calls over his toned shoulders his blonde hair bouncing.

“Who is it Tristen? Another bar man wanting us to play at his place?” the woman asks, coming up behind Tristen. It was a lie when I said the obsession started with her voice. The obsession took complete control when Ethan saw her.

“Her eyes” Ethan whispered to himself a wicked smile and manic eyes taking over his face.