I know, another story. Stick to one Karli. lol. I've had this idea in my head for a long ass while now and finally decided to get it up and see what you guys think.


I hate it when people call me spoiled. They call me a stuck up rich girl because I don't normally talk to people. It's not like that at all really, I just like keeping to myself. And it's not like I asked to be spoiled; my parents buy me what they think a 'proper girl' should have. Truth is, all I need is my iPod and a notebook because those are the only two things I care about; music and writing.

My parents don't put too much pressure on me. Actually, they don't put any pressure on me at all. They give me my space and for the most part, they could care less if I actually existed. I guess that is actually kind of the problem.

"Hi dad." I said, sitting down at the dinner table a few years ago. The only response I received from him was a grunt. "Hi mom." I tried instead. All I received from her was a nod that was barely noticeable.

"Here you are Ms. Salvatore." The cook said as she placed my dinner in front of me.

"Thank you Laura." I smiled up at her. She smiled down at me sadly before leaving. Laura and Jessie, the maid, all saw how unhappy I was here. I overheard them talking once about how unlucky I was to have two parents who pretty much ignored my existence, just handed me clothes and left me alone.

"The Cadens are throwing a dinner party next week." My Mother said, no emotion in her voice.

"What do those good for nothing snobs want with us?" My father asked grumpily.

"Who knows? They are tacky people." My mother told him. "And their daughter, she's a tramp."

"Kayla is really nice." I spoke up. She was one of the only people I ever actually talked to.

"She does look like a street walker, doesn't she." My father said, completely ignoring me.

"She's really nice." I said again.

"She'll probably get pregnant before she finishes her schooling." My mother continued.

"A few times." My father added.

"I'm going to my room." I said as I got up out of my chair and retreated to my bedroom.

I guess I shouldn't complain, I mean, most of the student population at Salem Academy would kill to have the freedom that I have. Only, it isn't freedom, it's a curse. My parents act like they never wanted me, and I'm sure that they didn't. They only had me because every important family needs one child.

Unfortunately, I had the "pleasure" of being Rachael Salvatore, eighteen year old daughter of Mitchell and Clarissa Salvatore. In money, I was rich but in love, I was poorer than poor. My parents didn't love me, the little friends that I did have hated me. Hell, the only person who ever came close to loving me left me.

"Damon, you jerk." I yelled with a laugh as my boyfriend Damon Evans wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me down to the grass with him. Damon just laughed at me as I turned myself onto my back to look up at him.

"Sorry Rach." Damon said with a smirk.

"This is so not funny you butt faced miscreant." I said, sticking my tongue out at him. Ever since I met Damon, I opened up a bit more and I was actually happy.

"Butt faced miscreant?" Damon asked with an amused tone.

"Yes, butt faced miscreant." I told him.

"You hurt me by using such harsh words." Damon said, mock hurt on his face.

"Tough." Damon looked down at me mischievously before tickling my sides. I squeaked in surprise as I thrashed around, trying to get away from his fingers.

"Damon, stop it." I squeaked, trying to get end the torture.

"Don't wanna." Damon said with an innocent smile as he continued on tickling me.

"I-I can't breathe." I choked out, laughing uncontrollably.

"Tough." Damon said, mocking me.

"P-P-Please." I begged. Damon caved and ended the torture as I just laid beneath him and regained my breath.

"Spoil my fun." Damon said with a pout.

"I can think of something more fun." I said with a smirk. Damon's expression matched mine as his lips descended upon mine in a soft kiss. I loved how his kisses always made me feel so much better, like I'm flying. When Damon pulled away, I made a small whine which he smirked at.

"Rach, you know that I can't resist that sound." Damon told me. I smirked and whined again. Damon closed his eyes and gave a noise that was a mix between a growl and a moan. I couldn't help but giggle at what I could do to this boy that I loved.

"Maybe we should go somewhere else." Damon told me. "My house?"

"Yeah, lets go." I nodded. Damon stood up and held his hands out to help me up. Once I was up, He took my hand in his and we walked away from the park we were just at and toward his house. As we started crossing the deserted street, Damon twirled me in a circle, causing me to laugh and smile. We stopped in the middle of the street for a second but that was just enough time for a drunk driver to not notice us. Damon's eyes widened as he pushed me to the left, causing me to fall to the ground. I heard a yell, the screech of tires, a loud bang and then a grunt. When I looked up, the car came to a complete stop and the windshield was broken. I felt fear rise as I stood up and walked over to the other side of the car where I saw Damon's still body laying.

"Damon!" I yelled, running over to him and dropping down to my knees beside him. Damon had cuts all along his face and his leg was at an awkward angle.

"Rach." Damon said, his voice barely above a whisper.

"Damon." I said softly, tears falling silently.

"Hey, don't cry." Damon said, awkwardly taking my hand in his.

"I love you Damon." I cried.

"Don't do that." Damon said. "I'm gonna be just fine."

"Promise?" I asked.

"Promise." Damon nodded. I heard an ambulance in the distance but felt Damon's grip on my hand loosen and I watched as his eyes closed.

"No, Damon. You just promised me. Wake up." I cried, shaking him lightly. I felt someone wrap their arms around my body and pull me away.

"Let me go!" I yelled, trying to fight them.

"We need room to work on him." The paramedic told me. I nodded and allowed him to pull me away while the other two worked on Damon. A few minutes passed before they both shook their heads.

"No. No don't do that!" I yelled as I broke away from the other paramedic and rushed over to Damon. "He's fine. He promised he'd be fine."

"I'm sorry." Was all the paramedic said as I cried.

Well, Damon didn't plan on leaving me. It was all so sudden. one second he was there beside me laughing and then next, he's six feet under; leaving me in this cold, passionless world all alone. He promised he would be fine, he promised that he wouldn't leave me.

But I guess I'm not all alone, I do have one more person who really does love me. Now he's the only one who does. My cousin.

I walked off the plane and into the big airport of Ipswich, looking for my cousin. After Damon, I couldn't stay at home in that empty house with my emotionless parents. When I got home that night, they barely noticed that I was back. The next day when they actually noticed something was wrong, I told them that Damon had been killed. They didn't even know who he was or that I had a boyfriend. After that, I knew I had to get out. I was eighteen so that meant I didn't have to live with them anymore. I decided instead to live with my cousin.

I searched around the arrival area, looking for him when I spotted him standing a few feet away. I smiled sadly and walked over to him. He smiled down at me.

"Hey Rachy." He said, pulling me into a hug. "I'm sorry."

"Thanks Aaron." I mumbled, a tear sliding down my cheek. "I miss him so much."

"We should get you home." Aaron told me, kissing the top of my head. "The dorms aren't opening up till next week."

"Alright." I sighed, pulling away. Aaron put his arm around my shoulders and carried my bags out to the car. He helped me into his Volvo and drove back to his house.

Aaron's always been there for me, the more that I think about it, I was always aware that he always loved me. We're close enough in age, only separated by a month, give or take a few hours. Everytime he's with me, it's more like we're twins rather than cousins. Since we were little we were always close and told each other everything. I told him about the loneliness before and after Damon, he told me how much he hated the girl he was with, Kira. I asked why he never broke up with her and he said that it was because they were expected to be together. He said if he could, he would get with this other girl, Kate. But besides the face that Aaron was taken, so was Kate.

Since I first came out to Ipswich to visit Aaron, he always complained about these four kids who acted like they were so much cooler because they were descendents of the four families who colonized Ipswich. I saw them from a distance and noticed that they did seem to act like they were important, but they also seemed to be really nice. Of course I wouldn't tell Aaron that, he was like my big brother. If he hated them, then I hated them. Aaron only has one rule while I finish my senior year in Ipswich; Stay away from the Sons of Ipswich.


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