Rated M for abuse and depression. AH/AU

I don't own the vampire diaries or any of the characters.

Prologue

Just close your eyes

The sun is going down

You'll be all right

No one can hurt you now

Come morning light

You and I'll be

Safe and sound

"You know your just a rebound for my mum, right? I mean, it's only been four months since the accident, she doesn't love you! C'mon, you've only been together for what? A month? And now you're telling me that you expect us to just leave town with you?!" She spat at him. Okay maybe she was being a bit harsh but she couldn't let her mother just forget their father like nothing ever happened. Of course she was happy that her mom was trying to move on, but she didn't like Logan. There was just something off about him.

"Okay, that's enough. Go up to your room."

"YOU CAN'T TELL ME WHAT TO DO! YOU'RE NOT MY DAD, AND YOU NEVER WILL BE!" She cried desperately as she took two steps forward and slapped him. Ok, maybe that was a bit too much but he was treating her like a fucking baby. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea after all. Her mom and Jeremy would be out for the night so she was going to try to convince Logan to leave them. It seemed like her plan had failed miserably.

"DON'T YOU FUCKING SWEAR IN MY HOUSE!" His face got red of anger and he pushed her up against the wall, she tried to push him away but he was too strong. "Stop moving, it will just hurt more!" and with that he crashed his lips against hers kissing her aggressively. She didn't stop though. She tried to kick him, which only made him angrier. He held her wrists above her head in a strong grip and started grinding on her,

"NO! STOP!" she screamed. He leaned in and whispered in her ear "You don't really want me to stop though, do you? I bet you want me just as much as I want you, you fucking slut." and with that he ripped her shirt off. He stared at her, eyes dark with lust.

"Let go of me!" She begged, but Logan didn't care. Instead his grip hardened. The tears were streaming freely down her face by now. She let out a quiet groan of pain when he started sucking hard on her neck, sure to leave a mark in the morning.

"I want you so fucking much" he whispered against her ear seductively and she could feel his erection pressing against her stomach. It felt like she was going to puke.

She had never felt so much hatred for anyone in her entire life."Please, just let me go." She whimpered.

He just shook his head and chuckled quietly.H e put a hand on her mouth to prevent her from screaming as his grip tightened around her wrists.

She spat into his hand and he chuckled. He fucking chuckled. And then he hit her head against the wall.

She let out a gasp of pain and she began to feel a bit dizzy.

He started to undress her or more like, rip her clothes off. Then he quickly took off his own clothes. And then he started to pound in to her at a reckless pace. She had never felt so much pain in her entire life. "P-please stop." She sobbed.

She let out a quiet sob as more tears began to flow down her face. She heard him panting and moaning and then he was coming with a grunt inside of her. Then he pulled out and he slapped her across the face so hard that she fell to the cold floor. "You better not tell anyone about this. Put your clothes on, you look gross." Then he left without as much as a glance back.

Logan took the only thing she had left. He didn't even care.

She lied there for what felt like hours, and it seemed like the tears refused to stop falling. When she was finally able to get up she gathered her clothes from the floor and walked upstairs to her room. Aware of the soreness between her legs. She lied down on the bed and she felt tears in her eyes once again. Why me? She thought.

It was only a couple of weeks later when he hit her again. Everyday when she came home from school he would hit her, or whenever he felt like it. She got used to it eventually.

She should've told someone by then, but she was way too scared so she kept her mouth shut and the secret became heavier and heavier for her heart to bear.

She had only been 15 years old when he raped her. Shortly after that she got sick, she should've realized it back then.

One day she was going to walk down the stairs to get some breakfast, when suddenly she felt two strong hands on her shoulders. They took a strong grip and roughly pushed her down the stairs. The last sound she heard before the darkness surrounded her was Logan's voice.

"Stupid girl"

When she woke up in the hospital bed later that day her entire body was hurting. She would never forget the words the nurses told her.

"Elena?"

Her eyes began to stir and everything was blurry but somehow she still managed to mumble a weak yes.

"I'm so sorry but we have some bad news…"

"Uhm, what is it?"

After a moment of silence the nurse looked at her with sympathetic eyes.

"You lost the baby."

She never forgave Logan for what he did to her. She understood now, he knew that she had been pregnant, so he killed the baby.

Shortly after that she fell into deep depression, she started cutting herself and she had ever since. She knew it was his fault that she lost the baby, but she couldn't help but blame herself. She should've realized that she was pregnant. She was so stupid. After that he had never tried to rape her again and she was grateful for that.

This summer when her brother and her mom was out of town for two weeks he had left her to almost starve in her room and one time when she asked him to let her out she got beaten up so badly that she almost had to go to the hospital. But Logan didn't allow it of course.

She felt tears welling up in her eyes at the memory.

Her mom still didn't know anything. She was too scared to tell anyone. And lately it had only gotten worse since her mom had started a new job and she almost had no time to come home. And Jeremy, well ever since our dad died he had started to use drugs. She always tried to stop him, but he refused to listen. So he was never home either, he usually was out with his "buddies". Which meant that she had to be alone at home with Logan.

They had started to move around quite a lot. For only a week ago they moved to Mystic Falls, it was a small town where everyone knew each other, Elens didn't fit in here. To be honest she didn't fit in anywhere. She had lost contact with the few friends she had when she got into depression six months ago. When her family realized that something was wrong with her they decided to move again. So that's how she ended up here.

School wasn't starting in a few weeks. She hadn't been able to go out since Logan had hit her and left big bruises all over her body, so she had to stay at home until the bruises disappeared.

Her mom thought that she was visiting a friend back in California, she hated to lie to her mom but she was so scared that he would start to beat her up too. So here she was, locked up in her room. All alone.

She was actually grateful because he hadn't hit her since he left those bruises on her body, but she knew he would start again once the bruises were gone. She wasn't stupid enough to believe that he would actually stop, he had done this for over a year now.

She was tired of being his punching bag but she didn't know what to do to make it stop. It felt like such a burden to have this secret all to herself, she wished that she had someone to talk to. But all of her friends had abounded her, she barely knew her brother anymore and she had never been close to her mom. We usually just extended a couple of words a day.

God, she wished her dad was here. But he wasn't, and she was left in this all alone.

She was fifteen; she should be able to handle herself by now.

Dear diary,

Logan decided that I could go to school today. I have to admit, I'm kind of nervous. What if someone notices that I'm not like the rest of them and what if they will hate me like like everyone else does? I have to be strong, and keep a straight face. I can't risk for Mom and Jeremy to get hurt. I just can't.

A tear escaped her eye and landed on the page. She quickly shut it and hid it in its safe place. Then she got up to get ready.

She took a long-sleeved shirt to hide the cuts on her arms and she put her favorite jeans on. Then she put on some make up to cover the bruise on her left cheek that was slightly shade of blue and purple. She also applied some mascara, eyeliner and lipstick. Then she straightened her hair. She took a look in the mirror and told herself that she looked fine. She plastered a fake smile on her face and walked down the stairs.

"Good morning mom."

Her mom barely looked at me, as usual.

"There's some coffee left if you'd like some."

"Thank you, but I gotta head to school now. I don't wanna be late on my first day."

She grabbed an apple and ran for the door. Then she started walking to her new school and towards her new life.

Thank you for reading! I just got this idea and I couldn't get it out of my head so I started writing it down. This is my first story ever, so I would truly appreciate it if you reviewed and told me what you thought. But try not to be rude since this is my first story and English isn't my native language. I'd love to continue with this story but if you don't like it I promise I won't continue writing it.

Song:

Safe and Sound – Taylor Swift

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