/Damon is not in the first chapter, or second he comes in later into the story. Thank you for selecting my story I hope you enjoy. Honest feedback is always welcomed even if harsh. BUt stupidity I cannot tolerate. There's a difference. Anyway i really do hope you enjoy
I spotted him, before the bus had pulled into the school parking lot. His body was made to wear the over priced clothes. His brand name polo shirt revealing his strong shoulders and his khaki's with the cardigan sweater revealing his narrow waist. His outfit was worth more than I could ever make in a month, that's including my tips and before taxes are taken out. He stood patiently waiting with Tyler and Matt who alike him were dressed in brand name clothes. My heart raced, my palms grew cold my breath faint. The 3 seniors stopped there conversation when my school bus pulled to a stop and students started to come off. I was the last. Always the last. Stefan wore a bright smile on his face waiting for me, he was in a good mood. I could tell by his eyes. Watching him through the window I could see that ever since last night he was eagerly waiting for my arrival today. I was such an idiot.
"Come on Sweetheart I ain't got all day", the bus driver yelled. I slowly rose, and walked as slow as I could manage even though the bus driver continued to give me a dirty look. Everyday I took my time getting off the bus, trying to avoid the inevitable for just a little bit longer. Last step off the bus Stefan, Matt and Tyler now surrounded the door waiting for me. The bus driver closed the door angrily and drove off.
"Hey", Stefan spoke. He looked around still conscious of his environment. His hair perfectly wind blown from driving in his ferrari convertible.
"Hi", I mumbled failing to make eye contact. I know he hates when I fail to make eye contact. But I couldn't even will myself to face him.
"Had a good night didn't you", he spoke it more like a statement than a question. Before I could begin to apoligize, he raised his index finger to his lips. I couldn't help but notice the large gold ring wrapped around his finger and the black diamond that shone in the sunlight. "Not laughing now are you"? I forced myself to look him in the eyes.
"I wasn't laughing last night either I _", I froze in my tracks. His eyes changed from a soft leafy green to a more sinister darker known forest green. The monster. I froze in my quickly regained control of himself and scratched the back of his head and smiled. His eyes turning back to the baby green eyes with miniscule gold flecks..
"Move", his voice low and dangerous betraying the relaxed look he was trying so desperately hard to portray. I didn't protest, not today.
I followed them to the school basement into an old storage room, no one would ever find us down here. As soon as the door clicked shut the first blow his me in the lower back. My body automatically collapsed to the floor I covered my head and brought my knees up to my chest trying desperately to protect myself from the blows. Next was a well aimed kick to the head.
"You think you can just disrespect me like that", Stefan exploded. "You little whore. Peace of shit trailer trash". ANother hit to the back, I swore I thought something cracked. "Trying to make a fool out of me. Your beneath me". A kick to my shins. A stomp to my exposed ribs. "Your pathetic little whore, no wonder why your father didn't want you". A kick to the back of the head. Stay quiet Elena stay quiet. ANother kick to the head, a small whimper escaped my lips. Oh no.
"What did you say"? Stefan roared pumping himself up. "Did she say what I think she said"? Stefan asked Matt and Tyler who were silently watching.
"It sounded like she was asking for more, to me", Tyler responded. Stefan laughed and turned his attention back to me.
"I thought I heard that too" Matt chimmed in.
The bell rang signalling the beginning of second period. I walked into the class late as usual. "Miss Gilbert late", spoke. He wore a grin on his face as he spoke. He knew why I was late he knew I was always late but he never actually said anything about it.
"I'm sorry sir", I apoligized.
"I am going to guess that you skipped 1st period as well", he paused and raised his eyebrows the smile widening into something dark. "A lot of customers today", he teased. The entire class burst out laughing. Some even muttered the word whore as I limped back to my seat. "Maybe you should try the back door for a change", he teased. I could feel the dirty looks burning into my head. I kept my eyes low avoiding them the best I could. But every now and then I would look eyes with some one, and the amount of hate in there eyes scared me.
"Your late, 10 laps", my coach yelled. Kol was his name and every other person in the world was allowed to use it except for me. He was 's brother, and like his brother he had a hatred for me. Klaus, Stefan and Kol were all brothers. They were rich, goodlooking and all 3 were jerks. I wonder why is it that they were so mean, I mean they never had to worry about bill, people worshiped their feet plus they were healthy beautiful boys. What could have possibly turned them into such monsters. Practise didn't start for another few minutes some girls were still in the process of putting on there cleats and chaning. I didn't argue I knew better. I started my laps.
"Your late", my boss yelled as I ran into cub resort through the customers entrance. My back was barely functioning, my thighs were sore I couldn't even sit right. Today was not a good day. I hope it's nothing serious I don't even have insurance.
"I'm so sorry , there was an accident _".
"In my office " he cut me off. Today was really not a good day. Mr. Lockwood Tylers father didn't hire me out of the pity of his heart. At the time I didn't know that. When I did get the job and things started to get "awkward", had already put out a hit on my head. I could never protest about going to his office I needed this job seeing as it was the only one I could now get in this town. He knew he had me by the balls and he nevver let me forget. It was the mystic falls COuntry club for the high society I worked as a waitress anytime I had a chance. I needed all the cash I could get no matter what Mr. Lockwood would do.
"ma ma", Jack spoke to me. His green eyes staring up at me with such wonder. His little hands stretched up trying to touch my face.
"I know I'm late, I'm sorry", I apologized to him. Jack pouted his lips quivered as he looked around lazily. He stopped reaching for me.
"You know I am going to start charging you for being late", Meredith spoke up her voice annoyed. I picked up Jack and turned to face her.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to be but work ran a bit late", I lied shaking the thought of Mr. Lockwood from my mind.
"Well this is the last time, next time I am going to charge you a late fee of $150 the next time your late".
"I can barely afford you guys as it is right now, how can you do that"?
"Don't be late and I won't have to" she replied and started to walk off towards the exit. I followed closely.
"Have a good night", I said to her before heading out of the door. Jack once again sleeping in my arms. He needed to be changed but I didn't have time to change him the last bus was suppose to be arriving at the bus stop soon and I couldn't risk it the pain in my back was killing me. I couldn't afford a stroller, so I carried him the 8 blocks. Arriving at the bus stop the 2 benches were already taken so I had to stand and wait.
Once home the house smelled of alcohol, Jenna passed out in the couch with a bottle in her hand. I walked pass her up the stairs to my room and placed Jack in his crib which was a large cardboard book with large rectangular holes cut in the side to look like a crib. Pillow layered the bottom then an old fat comforter folded repeatedly. Lastly the softest sheet I owned a soft creamy white sheet that kept it all together. Everytime I saw jack in that crib it brought tears to my eyes. My Jack, my lovely Jack forced to live in this crappy old crib because I couldn't do any better. Not yet but soon I promised myself. I quickly washed one of his reusable diapers and dried it with an old hair dryer. The noise of the dryer woke him up and he started to cry.
"Hold on Jack almost done". But he cried on and on. Finally diapers dried, it was time for Jacks bath. I filled the small bathtub halfway with warm water and filled it with the no tears baby soap. Jack almost as if anticipating what was to come quickly changed his attitude. His eyes locked on the water hands waving in the air. I undressed first, my bdy revealing new bruises as well as still showing old ones. I can't remember the last time I didn't have a black and blue bruise somewhere. Next Jack who was all but too eager to take of his stinky diapers. I sat in the tub holding Jack in front of me leaning on me. I grabbed old blue wash cloth and soaked it in the soapy water and gently started to wash his back. Jack giggled, and my heart was full. TO just hear him giggle made it all worth it. He would have a better life than me, that much I did know. ALthough right now it may be crappy, it was all going to change soon.
Once Jack was all cleaned up, he was in a good mood and hungry.I sat in my small twin bed in the corner back against the wall text book in one hand while I breast feed him. This was my therapy for the day. I may not be able to buy reusable diapers, a stroller or a crib but the one thing that I could always do is feed him. Being able to provide him with this one vital thing every day reassured me that we were going to get through this. Sometimes when I think he's missed me, his momma he stares up at me with those big green eyes and it's like he's speaking to me. SOmetimes he's saying thank you other times he says your my momma. And on especially rare occasions his eyes tell me he loves me. At first when I saw Jack all cleaned up after giving birth and I saw his eyes and for a split second his eyes looked exactly like his fathers eyes. In that moment it was the only time I have ever thought of Jack a relation between Jack and his father. That day I had already decided that Jack couldn't know his father. How could I expose him to such thing. He won't go through what I have gone through.
Elena shivered at the thought of Baby Jack's father. Even though Jack could pass for the younger version of him, Elena did not see any other similarities except physical. Jack's eyes the same baby leaf green with small gold flecks. His eyelids started to go droopy before he finally fell asleep. Elena held him for a little long before placing him on her bed right next to her and turn her attention to her never put him into that crib unless she absolutely had to. She was able to complete her Calculus homework just before baby Jack started to cry. It was already 2 am in the morning. He was feed, and clean. Elena let out a sigh and picked up Jack and started to pace in her small bedroom.
"What's wrong bad dream"? She asked. "It was just a dream". She kissed his forehead gently. "Shhhhh, it's ok". Rocking him now as she walked.10 minutes and the crying persisted this isn't good elena thought. She checked his temperature with an old thermometer that use to be her dad's. He was perfectly warm little baby. Elena believed that something had spooked him. On most night where they do the bath Jack was content and fell asleep quite easily for at least 6 hours.
"Shhhh Jack it's ok", she tried in a soothing voice. "Mamma loves you, shhhh it ok Mamma loves you". She kissed his head gently. "Shhhh Jack it's ok Mamma loves you" Elena kissed his head again. 5 minutes of doing this Jack started to calm down, he was now reaching with his baby hands to Elena's face. "Mamma loves you, Mamma loves you". Elena kissed his tummy and another giggle escaped him along with a fart. Elena laughed along with Jack. Her beautiful baby boy, with green eyes and brown hair starred right back at her a smile on his face now. " Jack mamma loves you", she said one last time and gave his another kiss on the forehead. Jack had already started to doze off once again. Elena could feel herself start to relax. Suddenly the hairs on the back of her neck stood up, her incstincts screaming danger. Another pair of green eyes now watching her through a crack in the door. She froze Jack peacefully asleep in her arms.
"Hello Elena", Stefan spoke. He walked into her room, he was now in work out clothes his face indifferent as he watched her holding his son in her hands.
Earlier.
Stefan was able to sneak into Elena's aunt house all too easy. The lock was broken from the last time he had literally broke into her house. He smiled proudly seeing the old metal lock barely hanging onto the door. Upstairs he could hear her talking, he could feel his mood go dark and he was seconds from bursting in when he froze seeing her through the cracks. His heart literally stopped in shock. Of all the things he wasn't expecting this, not her like that. SHe was holding a baby, with green eyes and dark brown hair. She slowly rocked back and forth kissing it gently soothing it with words of affection. His mind quickly brought him back 17 years 3 months and twelve days. A woman with baby leaf green eyes with golden flecks stood. In a large room with walls covered in wooden carvings and ceilings that held crystals chandeliers. SHe wore a loose v neck sweater that revealed a slight black and blue bruise on her upper left chest. Her wavy light brown hair tied up in a messy bun. The woman slowly rocked back and forth holding a 9 month old baby. A gentle smile on her face as she whispered "Momma loves you, Momma loves you". A loud bang exploded from behind a large mahogany door. "Open this door you bitch", a voice exploded. The woman flinched, her grew irritated , but her face held the same gentle smile. "Shhhh my sweet sweet Stefan Momma loves you", she kissed him. Stefan could literally feel the kiss as it happened. He could feel her lips pressing against his forehead. He could smell her perfume and feel her heart thundering away in her chest. The woman walked caautiously to a large crib. The crib it self was 100% wood partially plated with gold and diamonds and rubies. The woman placed the baby in the crib so slowly, before turning and walking to the large doors. Where a constant banging and swears constantly boomed from the other side. What did he care it wasn't his kid, that was Elena's problem. She had screwed some guy at a party and didn't use protection.
Elena first froze, then she looked up right at him. Even from this distance he could hear her heart stop. He arms move to be more protective around it, Stefan noted. He let a grin spread across his face as he entered. ALready forgetting about the flashback.
"How is my little whore doing"? He asked, his voice low.
"Stefan please not in front of my son", Elena begged. It annoyed him when she called it her son.
"Put it away", he ordred. He could feel his eyes changing. Elena held her breath at the sight, she didn't bother correcting him on how he addressed Jack not wanting to upset Stefan even more. Plus the fact that he wanted nothing to do with Jack was a blessing. She placed Jack in the cardboard Crib. Stefan watched in disbelief. "Wow 'm pretty sure that I treat my trash better than that". Elena closed her eyes and focused her thoughts on Jack's eyes when he smiled. She let out a deep breath. Momma loves you she thought before turning around to face Stefan who already started to undress.
"Stefan please not in here, where my_", Elena was cut off by his lips smacking into hers. She struggled to push him off. "Please" She begged. Elena was answered by a punch to the stomach, she doubled over to the bedroom floor. "Stefan pl_"
"Spread em", he ordered. as he started to pull off his t-shirt.
In so many books and stories where the girls say no, they some how start to turn that pain into pleasure. I wonder what their secret is? Because no matter what I tried the pain didn't go away. It never did, never did I crave his body or get any type of pleasure from his touch. My body didn't want him down there no matter how many times he has been there before. No matter if there was a lubricant or not. No matter if I tried to turn myself on It just hurt so much, the pain never loosing it's edge. I was still sore from the last time. He was extra rough today, slapping me a few times during the whole thing. He finished, but remained inside me, he often did this to prove a point. My face now wet with tears, my mouth dry and sore. "You are mine", he whispered to me.
"I am _", I choked up from the pain as he pulled out. "yours, I am yours", I quickly spoke before he grew angry. He smiled that same innocent smile that I once fell in love with. Now my stomach flipped, I was going to be sick again.
