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Stefan

I take another hit of my weed, sitting back on my red lounge chair, business had been slow this week and I'm very curious as to why.

I had just moved to this boring town, Mystic Falls, they call it. I'm not sure why because there isn't much to do here. Virginia is a lonely place.

I blow the smoke out in little breaths, watching it float up into the air and evaporate. The reason I had moved was because a buddy of mine was going back to California to reclaim his turf for drug sales.

Naturally, he knew I was still dealing so he called me asking me if I want a job in this cruddy old town. At first, I was reluctant but when he told me how much he made, I packed my bags from L.A and headed down here.

L.A has a lot more entertainment then this town, but it's nice. The cops don't care if you sell, because it's so small, no one's going to know you push drugs, no one cares either, the last news to ever come about this town was some old factory has burned down ten years ago. Other then that news was quiet around this city, gossip however wasn't.

Gossip was the heart of this town, people talking shit about people, getting into others business, I mean what did you expect this is the south.

The only thing good about selling here is the numbers come up in great masses, once every one in the town knows you deal, you get customer's coming from the town next to you, to get some of this action. And it's amazing because even the perfect, social elite soccer mom's want a piece of what you have. And their willing to pay through the nose to get it.

I lean back on my chair, smiling, suddenly I hear a knock on my loft door, the place I live at is huge, a king sized bed, a lounge chair, granite kitchen counter tops, your typical movie drug dealer suite.

I get up, stamping out the last of my joint, I throw on a white t-shirt, fixing my hair.

There's another knock and I roll my eyes annoyed, sometimes my customer's were antsy for their next fix and it was annoying.

I slide out the wooden beam, sliding the metal door open.

My breath catches in my throat.

I see the one person I could very well live without, my brother, Damon.

He's standing there in a black suit, his shoes shined to perfection, his black hair jelled, he looks like your typical douche lawyer, he also holds a brief case.

I cross my arms, still standing in the door way, glaring at him.

"What a nice surprise." I say with a deep hint of sarcasm.

Because it wasn't nice, I didn't need him to be here.

Yes he was my brother, but he was always a pain in my ass.

I'm doing great without him.

I curse my friend, Tom who sold this place to me, he must have told on me, that asshole.

"Hello brother." His deep voice says, and he's so polite and formal to me and I just want to punch him in his stuck up face, I raise my eyebrows at him, a smirk on my lips.

"How did you find me?" I question, curious and he licks his lips in nervousness.

I wait for him to answer, not paying attention to his nervous habits.

Damon was always so nervous, always afraid to take life where he wanted, he never wanted to disappoint our mom and dad, he was always the perfect student, always knowing what he wanted to do, always had a plan. And here I was a drug dealer, who took life as it was everyday, who didn't give a fuck who loved or hated him. I didn't need his pathetic lectures.

"Tom." He says.

I curse under my breath, that son of a bitch.

"Of course." I mutter, sighing, Damon's face begins to blur and his voice sounds less annoying. I smile, knowing my buzz has finally kicked in and I didn't need Damon here to ruin it.

"How you been Stefan?" He asks me, his blue eyes raking over my appearance.

I uncross my arms, shrugging my shoulders, I didn't care what he thought of me, he could call me the most disgusting person on earth and I would just laugh at his face, at this point.

"Can't complain." I say, chuckling softly.

He glances at me, studying my eyes.

"You're high aren't you?" His voice sounds like disappointment but I shrug it off.

"Maybe." I say, moving away from the door, he follows me inside, sighing, running his hand through his hair, another nervous habit of his.

"Look, I don't need a lecture, if you're going to give me one, I suggest you get the fuck out." I say coldly, not even giving him a glance.

"Stefan, I just care about-." He starts to say.

But I whirl around, getting into his face.

"Oh yeah, you care about me? Huh? But where were you Damon, everything went to shit and you just left me." I laugh, feeling my buzz getting killed, I was going to kill my brother if he didn't get out of my face, that's for sure.

Damon and I hadn't always been so cold towards another, we used to be real brothers, telling each other everything, until the day our dad came home and found me with weed, I started smoking earlier then 19, I actually used to be like Damon, used to care what people thought, kind of the keeping up with appearances kind of guy. I graduated with honors, at the top of my class, could of easily made it into a any school of my choice, but one day I woke up and realized that all this didn't matter, so what? You have honors, but everyone dies, I'd rather be this person. So, I starting using, I was into big drugs, cocaine, heroin, you name it I've probably done it. My parents didn't know though, so on the particular day I had some strong weed, we're talking knock you out in two hits type of drug. I remember I had just gotten home from work, interning in my dad's office, and I decided to roll a joint in secret of my room, I got a good hit too when my dad walked in out of nowhere.

Long story short, our dad kicked me out, threw all my shit down the stairs of our luxurious apartment.

And what did Damon do?

He didn't do shit, so I left, swore off my entire family, moved in with my friend Tom, piggybacked off his business a bit, he taught me the ropes of a drug dealer, you think being a drug dealer is easy? No, it's just like school, you gotta learn conversions, money value, you have to have a plan for your supply, I guess it's easier then making that shit, but I could never do that.

Damon faces me now, his face winced in pain.

"Stefan, it's called tough love." He says but I wave my hand at him, forcing a laugh.

Tough love? What kind of bull shit is that?

"I guess blood isn't thicker then water." I sneer, watching his face fall.

"What are you even doing here?" I question, looking at him.

Last time I heard he was in his own business, working in L.A, following in the footsteps of my father.

"They transferred me down here, thirty minutes away, I'm looking at apartments." He says, sitting down on the chair next to me.

I feel my blood boil again at his last comment.

He was looking for an apartment so he could watch over me?

I didn't need his help.

"I don't need your help." I say in an disdain tone, standing up.

"Stefan, please just listen." He says, putting a hand on my shoulder, but I instantly shrug it off.

"Damon, just please leave." I whisper, grabbing a bag of weed from under my bed.

"Stefan, don't." He says, and he actually tries to grab the weed from my hand. And then just angers me more, as my hands ball over the dime bag to get him from snatching away my weed, he had no right to judge me like this.

"Get the fuck out!" I yell, and he winces, I feel a certain sadness in the pit of my stomach as I watch him pull his hand back.

"I'll text you with my address." He says, and I scoff at him. I didn't want to know his address, I didn't want him in my life, I just wanted him to get out so I could breathe again. His presence in this room reminded me of my father, and that's the only person I hate more then Damon.

"I'll make sure to not see you, again." I say, waving him off, as I grab a pinch of weed, putting it on the paper.

He sinks back in disappointment, and I watch as he picks up his brief case again, I see him glance my way with a shake of his head as he shuts the door.

I study the weed I'm rolling, anger boiling inside me.

He had no right to come back here and say those things he said.

I lick the paper and form my makeshift joint, picking it up.

I find the green lighter on the wooden table, lighting it up.

I inhale the joint, closing my eyes and let the weed chase all my blues away.

Elena

I drag my butt out of bed, 6 A.M came to soon on some days. I look over and see my husband fast asleep, I roll my eyes and throw on my robe, heading to our bathroom. I had to get our littlest one up for school today, his first day of fifth grade boy, do they grow up fast.

I look in the mirror, my olive skin reflecting of it, I smile at myself, I look like your typical trophy wife, long brown hair, brown eyes, high cheek bones, unblemished skin.

I've always been told men would die for a wife like you, the way you look. I didn't believe them until I met Matt, blonde hair, blue eyes. He was your typical baseball cap wearing, dip spitting, football playing ,American boy. All the girl's wanted him in our college but I was the one he was always fascinated with.

So, we got married out of college, I studied English as my major and he went to the cop academy.

Now at 30, a proud part of the neighborhood watch group, head soccer mom, and very involved with my child's PTA. You'd think I'd love what I'm doing here, I'd really love my life, but I didn't. I have a dark secret, I occasionally pop prescription pills, I'm very tight with our town's drug dealer, Tom. And my husband doesn't even know I do this. It first happened at an early age, 21. Trying to ace all my exams I picked up Valium and other prescription drugs to calm myself down after exams, unfortunately, I got addicted to that feeling.

I quickly brush my teeth, checking the clock over the our cabinet, shit, he was supposed to be out of bed five minutes ago, actually. I pull up my hair in a long pony tail and check the cabinet for my secret pills, though Tom had made them legitimately in my name, I tried to hide them from Jackson, I never wanted him to know I did this, it would destroy our relationship. I grab the capsule and open it, seeing I have one left. I put the white pill back in the yellow capsule and shove it back in the cabinet.

"That's not enough for today." I mumble, thinking of my crazy schedule, I had to rush Jackson to school, get back in time for the pool cleaner to get here, run the snacks over for his soccer tournament this afternoon.

I sigh deeply, trying to calm myself down while grabbing my phone from the bathroom counter and and texting my friend Caroline, she's not into 'scripts, she prefers more recreational drugs.

"Hey, do you know where Tom is, he hasn't replied to any of my texts and I'm low again."

I re read the text and add a sad emoji, closing my bathroom cabinet.

Suddenly, I feel a pair of strong arms around me waist, I jump a little out of surprise.

"Good morning, babe." Matt whispers in my ear, trailing kisses down it.

I barely feel a tingle at this, but I fake a moan, leaning my head back.

I feel him smile against my skin.

It's not that Matt and I were never passionate, I mean we have a kid for God's sake, it's just.. we haven't done anything in awhile, and mostly it's my fault because I'm so busy with all my crazy activities but I just have no desire to get into bed with my husband, anymore.

"I got to go get Jackson up." I say, my voice out of breath, not because this is simulating pleasure, but because I'm feeling my withdraws kicking back in. Whenever I went through withdraws, they'd kill me until I'd get more, I'd become unfocused and depressed looking for that next pick-me-up, it was a vicious cycle, but once I got more then I was fine.

"Alright." Matt, finally says, pecking my neck and I leave the bathroom, not even looking back.

I tighten my robe and walk down to our son's room.

"Jackson, hey buddy." I walk into his room to see him under his blankets, his foot sticking out, I smile and sit down on his bed.

"Hey, time to wake up!" I yell, smiling as I lift the covers from his body, I see he wore his star war's pajamas as I ruffle his dirty blonde hair between my fingers.

"Mom." He moans, moving his head from side to side.

"Five more minutes." He mumbles, his dark eyelashes fluttering open.

He groans and yawns, his blue eyes staring into mine.

"Good morning, buddy." I smile, looking down at him, he was a handsome kid, with his dirty blond hair, and blue eyes, he was definitely going to be a lady killer.

"Alright, what do you want for breakfast?" I ask, and I laugh as he sits up.

"Pancakes." He grins, I always knew the way to my kid's heart: Food.

"Alright, but go get ready for school." I scold him, smiling as I exit his room, going down the long hallway to the kitchen.

I grab the pancake batter I left in the fridge and turn on the grittle, putting the batter on there.

Matt comes out of our room dressed in his police uniform, I barely glance at him as he kisses the side of my head.

I hand him his morning coffee and offer him a small smile.

"I love you." He whispers, taking the cup from me.

"I love you, too." I nod my head, smiling.

I did love him, just not as much as I did when we first married, he is a great father to Jackson.. and I'm grateful for that. He is the Captain of our police department, a great guy. But I can't explain it, ever since he's been working so much, we lost the passion that our marriage was built on.

I shake my head of these thoughts, as I watch Matt leave with his mug, Jackson comes through the kitchen door, and Matt ruffles his hair, and I smile at the two of them. Jackson as his looks, that's for sure, there was no denying Jackson wasn't his. But he had more my personality and out look on life. He strives to be the best, always the top of his class, even if he is just in 5th grade. Part of the honor's program at the school, very involved in sports.

My phone buzzes from the counter and I pick it up, unlocking it.

Jackson sits down with his wet hair and sports shirt and pants on, his eyes are huge saucer's at the pancakes I just made.

I laugh and set some on a plate for him, going to the fridge and gets his syrup and butter.

"Eat up, we're gonna be late." I warn, pointing a finger at him, he nods and starts cutting into the pancakes.

"Thanks mom." He mumbles in between his first bite. I smile at him and nod and look down at my phone again, unlocking it.

"There's a new guy.. just met up with him yesterday, names Stefan Salvatore, pretty chill guy, knew Tom personally.. here's his address:

462 Wallnut Grove.

I scan over the map's in my head, that was the old loft up next to the bar.

I better make a stop there after I drop Jackson off at school.

I look down at the clock and see Jackson is already out the door, backpack in hand.

I laugh and get into the car in my robe, I could change later, and it wasn't like I was going to be seen out in public in it.

I drive Jackson to school and kiss his head, he wipes it off and I laugh.

He waves bye to me as he quickly rushes to school, and I watch him, smiling.

I drive back to the house in a quick pace, I had thirty minutes to get my drugs and then be back.

I curse silently and run to my room, throwing on some yoga pants and a tank top, I take my hair out of the pony tail it was in, and brush it.

I look into the mirror and quickly apply my makeup, smiling my best housewife smile.

I grab my keys from the counter and the money from my purse, stuffing it into the pockets of my yoga pants, I throw on my sneakers and jog to the car, getting in.

I put the address in my gps and drive there in record time.

"This guy better be fast." I mumble, parking in the abandoned parking lot.

I get out of the car, locking the door as I head to the loft on the right of the bar I used to bar tend at, to pay for school.

I knock on the loft door, tapping my foot against the concrete.

"Hold on!" A voice yells, and I roll my eyes, checking the watch on my hand.

I had twenty minutes to get back to the my house and he wasn't going any faster.

I bang on the door again, feeling annoyance creep under my skin.

"Wait a fucking minute." The voice says, and I scowl, crossing my arms over my chest.

I wait for what seems like five minutes, but I'm sure it's only been two.

Someone slides open the door, and I lose my breath, forgetting about the annoyance I had just harbored not even two minutes ago.

The guy standing in front of me look so young, and he is shirtless, his abs look painted on, his sweat pants are riding low, and his hair is dirty blonde, long, but not too long, it falls over his eyes a little, making him look a mysterious stranger, his green eyes, show impatience as he looks at me, a smirk forming his pink lips. He looks like one of those A&F models!

He raises an eyebrow at me, waiting for me to speak.

I shake my head out of my daze, looking at him.

"Are you Stefan?" I ask, squinting my eyes at him.

"Who's asking?" He says, looking around me to see If I have been followed.

"I.. I used to get drugs from Tom, but I heard you took over the business." I feel my cheeks, heating up, what was going on with me? I think I was having some really bad withdraws from Valium.

"Yeah, so?" He asks, looking at me.

"So, do you have Valium?" I ask, my voice sounds low against my own ears, why was I so nervous? This guy was obviously younger then me. There is nothing I could be afraid of about him, although, he did look a little broody.

"Uh yeah, let me check, got time to come in?" He asks, his voice sounds so deep and masculine.

"Uh, sure." I say, stepping over the line and following him inside.

"You can sit on the couch.." He trails off, looking at me, I notice his eyes scanning my body and I feel my cheeks heat up again, as I sit down, looking around.

His loft is huge, he has tons of posters, mostly of rockbands I never heard of, I notice he has a vinyl record player in the corner, his Mac sits in the corner on a wooden table, he has a bar across the room, bar stools, and the most liquor I've seen in my life, it's a real bachelor pad.

He bends down, and sorts through the boxes, and I watch as the back of his arms flex, I look away, feeling myself blush.

"So, you live here?" He asks,trying to start small talk with me, while he sorts through the brown boxes.

I look down at my feet and then up again to see him looking at me, his green eyes staring into mine, I look up at him, giving him a small smile.

"Uh yeah.." I say, looking at him, he nods, going back to the boxes.

"Nice town." He comments, and I nod.

"Yeah.." I trail off, feeling like an idiot, he was obviously trying to flirt with me but I felt my tongue turn to sand paper, I had been out of the game so long, I look away again.

And he smirks in my direction.

"Am I making you uncomfortable or something?" He asks, standing up, the baggie of white pills in his large hand.

I swallow, forcing myself to look at him.

"No, I'm just going through withdraws." I say, and I felt bad for lying because that was partly the truth.

He nods in understanding, sitting down next to me, he's so close and I feel my heart jump into my mouth as he reaches out, fixing a strand of hair from my lose pony tail.

I feel my heartbeat accelerate as he pulls his hand back, looking into my eyes, and suddenly I am memorized by his green eyes.

"Well, there you go." He says, handing me the pill bag, our hands touch for the briefest moment, and I feel electricity go through me.

"Thanks." I swallow, looking at him.

He nods his head, and I pull the money out of my pocket, handing it to him.

"Nah, thanks for your business." He says, looking at me, a charming smile on his lips.

I feel myself smiling back, my heart beating against my chest.

"Hey, before you go, let me get your contact shit, so I can tell you when we have these in." He says, handing me a paper.

I look down the paper and put it on the table, leaning over to fill it out.

I feel Stefan's eyes on me.

I quickly write my name and number, handing him back the paper, he looks down, his face falls.

I stare at him, waiting for him to look up.

"You're the captain's wife?" He says, in disbelief, a small shocked expression on his face.

"Uh yeah." I say, nervously, I feel my palms begin to itch.

"That's interesting." He says, looking at me.

"What because I'm on drugs?" I question, looking at him.

"Well, yeah don't you have a kid and shit?" He asks, looking at me.

I shake my head.

"I don't think that's any of your business." I bite back, standing up.

"Whoa, chill. It's cool, I just wasn't expecting it." He says, putting his hands up.

I study his expression, he does seem surprised.

"Well, thanks for the drugs." I say in a formal tone, I begin to walk out but he stops me, his eyes showing something I can't quiet read.

"Hey, don't leave mad." He says, touching my arm.

I feel a rush go through my arm to my toes.

"Come back soon, okay?" He whispers, his eyes on me.

I find myself nodding as he lets go of my arm.

"Alright, cool." He says, smiling.

I nod my head, unable to speak, I exit the loft and he closes the door behind me.

I lean against the loft door, heart racing against my chest.

I quickly look down at my watch and curse under my breath. I needed to get back in case the neighbors noticed I was gone too long, I hated it when the spread rumors about me.

I groan internally and take three pills out, dry swallowing them.

I stuff the rest in my yoga pants pocket and walk back to my car, starting it.

I had to get home before these kicked in, too.

I drive the safe way home, all back roads, I park the car in the garage and walk to the house, fumbling with my keys, I feel the buzz set in and smile, walking into my house.

I total forget that Jackson's soccer game is tonight, and I was in charge of snacks.

I shake off the thoughts of Stefan, the mysterious new drug dealer

I grab the snacks from the refrigerator and walk

over, putting them in plastic baggies. I had to get them to Jackson's

tournament soon.

Suddenly I hear a knock as our door and wonder who that could be, I yell

out coming and put the snacks back in the fridge again so they don't go

below room temperature.

I open the door and Caroline is there, her hair in a bun, her yellow dress

makes her complexion really pop. I laugh in surprise, hugging her.

"Care, what a surprise!" I exclaim, smiling. I hadn't seen Caroline in two

weeks, she was traveling in Brazil for two months with her husband.

"How was your trip?" I ask, ushering her in.

"Oh it was amazing." She smiles at me her cheeks red probably from the hot

sun.

"That's great!" I feel a pang of jealously go through me that Caroline got

to enjoy the finer things in life while I was stuck with this mundane

lifestyle.

"Did you get your fix?" She says, glancing at me.

"Hmm." I say, casually, standing up.

She follows me to the kitchen.

"How about that drug dealer, though?" She asks, her voice in a whisper.

"He was... cute." I allow myself to say, busying myself with the dishes in

the sink. "Cute? He's walking sex, Elena." She exclaims and I smile, my

back turned to her.

"Walking sex, really?" I ask, giving her a questioning look.

She smiles, putting her hand over her mouth.

"You know what I mean. He's hot!" She says, again and I shake my head.

"He's okay.. too grunge for my taste." I lie, putting the dishes I just

washed on the sink.

"Well didn't that used to be your type?" She points out and I close my

eyes, turning back to face her.

She did have a point, my first boyfriend was like Stefan, didn't believe in

the rules, preferred to live life on the wild side, we dated, broke up

before high school ended.

"No." I lie through my teeth, smiling at her.

"Well, he really seems choosy in who he associates with.. he barely looked

at me." She confirms, I stare at her, not believing her.

"Did he make you sign a form?" I ask, looking at her.

"Oh yeah, but he was very distant in our little encounter." She states,

watching me.

"Oh.." I say, turning back around.

"He has the best weed though." She says, smiling mischievously at me.

"That's nice." I mutter as I take the snacks out of the refrigerator.

"I miss Tom though." She sighs, her face downcast.

"Yeah, he was a great guy." I smile, putting a hand on her shoulder

Her and Tom had an affair the start of summer when I first found out I had

stopped talking to Caroline completely, but now with my marriage falling

apart I understand. She wasn't getting the same attention Tom gave her from

her husband. I don't think I could ever cheat on my husband though, he'd be

devastated. It didn't mean I couldn't think about Stefan though. Thoughts

are harmless right? It's acting on those thoughts that become a problem.

"Anyways, I'll drive you to the school." She gives me a knowing look that I

had just used and I nod, a grateful smile on my lips.

I grab the snacks and we head to her car.

"Anyways how's life with you?" She asks as she backs her pruis out of our

driveway.

"Good. Good." I mutter, looking out the window.

"That's Elena code for everything sucks but I'm too scared to admit it."

She states looking over at me.

I meet her blue eyes and sigh.

"It's just.. I feel like Matt and I are drifting."

"Well, that's not news." She says, turning right at the end of the street

I can't argue you with her there, I sigh deep, biting my lip.

"It's just he works too much and we never have time for each other and I

just feel so alone you know? So I immerse myself into these activities and

now I'm like for what? I'm obviously not happy. It's just so messed up." I

whisper, running my hand through my hair.

"I'm not even attracted to my husband anymore for

God's sake." I sigh deeply, looking out the window.

"I'm a horrible person, this is just karma." I add, and I feel Caroline's

hand on my shoulder.

"Hey it's okay to feel like that, I did. I mean I had an affair and it was

wrong but.. I don't regret it." Caroline says and i raise an eyebrow at

her, confused.

"I mean yes, it was so terrible and whatever. I could of really destroyed

my marriage blah blah. But it's not selfish to act on your desires, Elena.

I don't care what anyone says. You want something? Take it." She says, her

voice rising

I shake my head.

"No, Caroline. I'm not going to do that. I just feel like I'm under a

microscope you know? Everyone's watching me.. too much pressure." I mutter,

feeling miserable.

I moan, sighing.

"I know, sweetie but keep what I said in mind." She

advises but I shake my head, and she sighs, turning into the school.

"We should go out.. without our husbands." She declares, looking at me.

"Are you kidding?" I ask, looking over at her but she has a smile on her

face.

"What, it'll be fun." She says.

"Don't tell me, you're scared." She adds, teasing me.

"I can't Care. I got a kid to raise, laundry to finish.." I trail off,

sighing.

"I have no time for play just work." I reply, looking at her.

Her smile drops from her face.

"Fine." She sighs defeated.

"But keep what I said in mind, you can either keep living this lie or you

can go out there and do something crazy, act on your darkest thoughts,

desires." She smiles at me.

"I just don't want to see you depressed." She sighs, pulling me into a hug.

"I'm fine." I mumble, but hug her back anyways.

That was further from the truth.

We park in the parking lot and I get out, grabbing

the tray of snacks.

Jackson races to me, saying hi. And I smile at him, ruffling his hair.

Suddenly my phone beeps and I pull it out, it's an unknown number.

I glance at the text message, almost dropping the tray of snacks in the

process.

"Hey sorry for texting you.. but I cant read this, is this an a or a o?"

It's Stefan.

I open up the second message to see my ink blotted address, to be fair I

couldn't tell either. I feel my heart race he probably thought I was an

idiot now.

I put the tray of snacks down on the table and unlock my phone, texting

back.

"It's supposed to be an e, clumsy hand writing." I send the text and

Jackson smiles at me.

"Mom are you staying for the game?" He asks, glancing at me.

"Of course, your father is trying to make it, too." I assure him, and he

smiles.

"Alright." He says, smiling too.

I smile at my son, and sit down on the bench, eager to forget who's texting me and just spend time with him