Elena: "No, Stefan please don't!"
Thwack! Stefan Salvatore hit Elena Gilbert's face. That wasn't the first time either. He had been abusing her for years. She was a human, so weak and defenseless and he was a strong vampire. Why wouldn't he just stop? She was crying, but then again there wasn't a day that went by where Elena wasn't crying. She cried when Stefan killed Jeremy, but Elena had to testify that it was self-defense on Stefan's part. She betrayed her dead brother.
Stefan: "Shut up."
Elena couldn't even see out of her left eye, he had beaten her to the point it was blurry. She hoped that by tomorrow she would have clear vision. She actually really hoped that she wasn't going to wake up tomorrow morning. No one even lived with her. Jeremy was the one thing she had left and now there was nothing left for her to live for. Well, maybe there was one thing, one person. Damon Salvatore, Stefan's brother. He was nothing like Stefan though except they were both vampires. Damon was loving and caring and whenever Stefan hit her to the point she couldn't move Damon was always there to pick her up, carry her home, and nurse her back to health.
Elena: "Stefan please I didn't mean to-"
Stefan: "Didn't I tell you already, shut the hell up."
Stefan hit her again. She didn't mean to mess up. She didn't mean it. Elena just wanted to do something nice for him. She wrote his essay from him, and only got a B-. He need a B+ to pass. Now because of her, Stefan was going to summer school, even though she knew he would never show up.
Stefan hit her one more time before kicking her in the stomach and leaving her in her own house, not able to get up. When he was about to leave he turned back to her and spit on her. Elena wiped the spit off her face. She could barely move to get her cell phone out of her pocket. She held down the "1" on her phone and it dialed "Damon Salvatore."
Damon: "Hello?"
Elena's voice was weak and she could barely utter a word out: "Damon, help its-"
Damon: "Elena, I'm on my way."
With that they both hung up and before she knew it Damon was running up the stairs. He stood at the door, this one was worse than the other times. It seemed like each time Stefan was beating Elena there was more and more blood.
Damon: "Oh my god."
He rushed to Elena's side, her eyes were closed and she looked like she was dead. Damon moved her from lying on her side onto her back. There came a small rise and fall from her chest so he could see she was still breathing. He checked her pulse; it was there but it was faint. Damon never used vampire blood to cure her and he wasn't about to now. He grabbed pillows from her bed to elevate her head and went into the bathroom to get towels and came back to help Elena.
Elena: "Damon…thank….you"
Damon: "Sh, don't talk…not now. I just need you to stay with me. Okay?"
Elena nodded her head and Damon carried on to try to help her.