Elena dropped her bags on the sidewalk, by the side of Damon's 1967 Chevy Camaro. Jeremy ran out of Jenna's house, tears running down his cheeks. Elena turned around, and caught him in her bare arms. He sobbed heavily into her shoulder, pulling desperately at her little denim jacket.
"Please don't leave!" He begged her, sniffing back tears.
Elena looked at him awkwardly, trying not to cry, she shook her head. She wiped his tears off his face, her hands shaking. The moment was awkward, and emotional.
"Elena! We NEED to go!" Damon had got out the car, and he seemed angry, like something was about to happen. Elena turned to look at him, and she nodded, looking down at the floor. Jeremy quickly held onto Elena's wrists, trying to keep her there. She violently pulled away, grabbing her bags off the sidewalk.
Damon held the car door open for her, so they could make a quick escape.
He made sure she was buckled in before he raced out of mystic falls, before they were caught. Elena looked at her belly the whole car journey, her sad tears stinging her eyes.
"Damon?" she looked at him, scared of his anger, and dedication to protect her.
He turned to look at her, his speed slightly decreasing as they crossed the Virginia state line. His eyes contained pure desperation; he was scared, like her. His bottom lip trembled, as he clutched the steering wheel, his knuckles white.
"Yes, Elena?" he managed to say in a whisper; obviously he was trying to contain his anger.
"Why are we leaving?" she stammered, her hands clearly shaking. Tears rolled down her cheeks like rivers. He pulled down an old dirt track, and stopped, when he knew they were safe from prying eyes.
"Elena, we have to leave because of what happened, and the consequences of what happened," he held her hands, trying to calm her down, but with the vervain in the silver locket around her neck, he knew he couldn't hypnotise her to calm down. Elena's mind suddenly had a flashback to three nights before.