Eyes Wide Open
Chapter One
There she sat, sweet little Caroline on the edge of her bed on pink sheets with floral print, the image of the perfect American teenage girl. But when looked at closely, anyone could notice Caroline wasn't herself. She was sobbing, uncontrollably, screaming curse words at her wall that she's never allowed herself to say before. Throwing pillows at her wall and at anything else she wanted. She finally threw one at her dresser, knocking off a picture of Tyler and her, in a photo booth at the mall. It crashed on the floor, glass spreading like snow, the cheap frame also breaking. "You stupid jerk!" she screamed throwing her last pillow at the wall, it landing in the same pile that all the others were stacked into. No, those words weren't strong enough, "You piece of shit!" she yelled with a little more aggression. Sill not good enough. "Fuck you, you cheating son of a bitch!" Yes, that felt good. Immediately after she let those horrid words slip from her lips, she fell back into her pillow-less bed and bunched up the covers to sob hysterically into.
It would be 24 hours exactly since the time she found out Tyler had cheated on her. The night before this night, Tyler's mother, Mrs. Lockwood, came driving into Caroline's driveway in her housecoat and slippers, knocking on her door about twenty times before a dishevelled and sleepy Caroline answered the door. "I'm sorry!" Mrs. Lockwood exclaimed, letting herself into the house. Caroline had no idea what was going on, and sat on the hall bench as Mrs. Lockwood took a seat beside her. Carol Lockwood explained that she had come home early from her meeting and was in her bedroom when she heard Tyler burst through the door. She was about to yell "Hi honey!" when she heard moaning and rustling. She peered down the stairs, Tyler still unaware that she was home, and saw her perfect son making out with the "Wolf Girl" she had often worried would get in the way. "They were like animals on each other!" she described. Carol then scrambled back to her room quietly and tried to act if she was not there, hoping Tyler would come to his senses and stop. Moaning increased and she knew something was happening. She burst into Tyler's room and gasped at what she saw; her son, Tyler Lockwood, sweating heavily on top of Hayley, the Werewolf slut. Tyler leapt from the bed, covering himself as Hayley grasped for more sheets to cover her nude body. "Mom!" Tyler yelled in surprise. Carol sped out of the house and into her car, praying that Hayley would be gone when she returned. When Caroline heard this, she cried out in a loud moan of terror, her perfect life, crumbling. She was glad that Mrs. Lockwood had the courage to tell her this but she would never forgive Tyler, ever.
And now there she was, lying in bed, crying over the boy of her dreams. She couldn't help but feel betrayed in a way, Tyler was supposed to be her best friend and her soul mate. She had been concerned about Hayley since she first met her, but the charade they preformed to convince Klaus assured her it was a joke and that there was nothing to worry about. Caroline's mother was away for official reasons in the next town over, solving non supernatural crimes for once, but she was glad that her mother wasn't here to see her in such a mess. One minute Caroline was crying like a mad woman, and the next, she would not let herself cry, but only get angry, piling her pillows atop her bed again, only to throw them. She felt stupid. So far, Tyler had not come over to apologize, but maybe he was unaware that she knew. It's not like she wanted to see him, but she wanted to in the sense that she would show him that she was not even sad, not even affected by his actions, she was stronger, she was the bigger person. Elena and Stefan were having their own problems, trying to solve the sire bond mystery that she had with Damon, and Bonnie, god knows where she was; probably practicing magic with Professor Shane. She didn't want to bother anyone with her personal problems so she stayed at home, alone, crying and watching love movies, which only seemed to worsen her mood.
All of a sudden, a light bulb went off in her head. She needed to get out. It was being in this stuffy house that was keeping her mood down, she needed to have fun, go out and see people, dance even. She would do anything to get her mind off Tyler. Anything
She exited her house that night, dressed to the nine and full makeup, there was no denying even to herself that she looked good. The only place she could think to go was Mystic Grill, see some familiar faces and maybe eat something that wasn't popcorn and M&M's. She walked through the door and sat at a booth facing the entrance so that she could have a chance to see anyone who entered; anyone of interest. She ordered an alcoholic beverage, a fancy, girly one to further sweep away her memories of last night. She sipped lightly on the curly straw that stuck out of the clear, tall glass that held a strong pink, godly liquid. Caroline saw a man and his wife that she recognised in town walk in and sit at a table together. They couldn't get enough of each other; looking into one another's' eyes and almost exuding the words "I love you" from their bodies. This only made her think of Tyler. "Maybe coming here wasn't such a good idea," she thought until... Klaus walked in.
Klaus waltzed into the room, it felt like she was the only one there, entranced in his overall beauty; she had never looked at him this way before. "Snap out of it, Caroline!" she told herself. After all, it was only lust from being ripped away from Tyler. Klaus examined the room from where he stood, Caroline ducking behind a menu in hopes that he would miss her. Klaus' eyes suddenly pinned to hers as she peaked over the menu, and he started to walk closer. Caroline could smell his heavenly aroma as he was inching near. Cologne mixed with a sort of animal musk made Caroline weak in the knees, thank god she was sitting. "Hello, sweetheart," Klaus' voice was as smooth as the drink she was sipping, "I was hoping I'd find you here."