So here's the 4rth chapter. It's been the most challenging so far even though it didn't take too long to write. I hope you guys like it. Enjoy! Xxxx
Damon smiled when he realized that Elena was using his chest as a pillow. She was so cute and he couldn't help but chuckle at the sight of her. His little laugh made his chest vibrate and Elena slowly opened her eyes and looked up at him. At first she didn't react. She just took in the beauty of his. He looked like an angel while smiling like that. On second thought...what the hell was she doing on top of him? She pulled away quickly and got to her own side of the bed, which made Damon laugh.
"Morning sunshine." He said with a lazy smirk on his face that made him look like a sex God. He wasn't wearing anything on top and Elena tried to keep herself from admiring his naked chest and his abs because she would end up drooling over him.
"How did I end up-"
"It seems to me that even unconscious you simply can't resist me." He wiggled his eyebrows.
"You wish." She said, being obviously annoyed.
"Well every time you heard a lightning you crawled closer and closer to me, until you ended up using my body as your personal pillow." Damon chuckled. "So is that it? You're afraid of lightnings? That's why you freaked out?" Elena gave him a fake chuckle.
"You got me." She lied. Her words came out of her mouth breathlessly. She was relieved that he was far away from the truth.
"It's okay to have a phobia. Most people do." He said as he stood up and grabbed a shirt and put it on.
"And what is your phobia?" She asked him with a challenging smile on her face.
"I'm not afraid of anything." He didn't really know if that was true, but sharing his fears wasn't ever easy for him.
"That can't be true..but whatever you say." She thought it wasn't a good idea to push him. He ignored her comment and walked inside the bathroom. A few minutes later he came out with his teeth brushed, his hair in a place and his smirk still on his face.
"You dress up, I'm gonna go wait in the car." He said and left the room after her little nod.
It didn't take her long to be ready and look perfect. For some reason she was very careful with her appearance that day. When she was about to leave the room she heard phone ringing. It was Caroline.
"Elena where are you? Are you ok? God, I was worried!" The girl yelled from the other side of the phone.
"I'm fine Care, relax. I was-"
"You were supposed to come back yesterday and you didn't show up or called, and then we called you and your phone was turned off." Her mobile was off because her battery had died the previous day while she was driving back to Mystic Falls. "Elena Tom is going crazy here. He called you 12 times last night." Elena closed her eyes and sighed.
"But as you see I'm fine. I just forgot to charge my phone." She paused. "Look...tell Tom I'm fine and that we'll talk when I get home. I got to go. Damon is waiting in the car." She mentally slapped herself for saying that. Now Caroline would want an explanation for all of this.
"Wait, I know you went there to find him and all but you never mentioned he would come back here with you. Also, what do you mean by saying he's waiting at the car? Where are you?"
"Damon wanted to come and visit my mom. We stayed in a motel last-"
"A motel?" The other girl yelled.
"Yes Caroline. It started raining and we were in the car..and I just couldn't. I couldn't keep on driving." She sighed.
"Oh my God. Are you alright now?" She was concerned about her friend because she knew how difficult this must have been for her.
"Yeah. I'm fine, don't worry. Listen, I really got to go. I'll be home tonight. I'll see you tomorrow." She hang up and hurried out of the room and downstairs at the reception desk where she found the woman from last night and checked out of the motel.
"It was about time." Damon said when she stepped inside the car.
"I'm sorry. Caroline called, you remember her right?" She asked him as she started the car. The weather was good that day so she wouldn't have any problems.
"You mean that little annoying blond thing that used to dress up like a princess and come over your house?" He shrugged.
"Yep, that's her." Elena chuckled at the memory of Caroline wearing her tiara and pretending to be the ruler of everything.
"She's hard to forget."
"She's changed a lot you know. You're gonna like her." Elena smiled.
"We all have." He then decided to change the subject. "So how long will it take us to get there?"
"Well we're gonna have some stops but if everything goes as planned we'll be there early in the night."
Damon recognized the town square. Everything was exactly how he remembered them to be. About five minutes later they were parked outside of the Gilbert house. He stepped out of the driver's seat and he took in the image of the house. Nothing had changed. Images of a younger version of him running around and playing passes before his eyes. He smiled to himself. Even after all these years this place felt like home for him.
"I wish I knew what's in your mind right now." Elena said as she walked next to him and took a look of the house too.
"Memories mostly." He looked down at her and he smiled.
"Come on. Let's get inside." Damon followed her and carried both of their bags to the porch. Elena opened the door and they walked in the house.
"Elena? Is that you?" Damon knew that voice. He used to hear it every single day 17 years ago. The voice was coming from the living room.
"Wait here. She doesn't know you're coming." She left Damon in the hallway and she went to see her mother.
Damon stayed there looking around remembering the best years of his life. He could hear every single word they were saying in the other room though.
"Hey mom." Elena said.
"Hi baby. Everyone was worried about you. Why didn't you call?" He heard Miranda's voice saying.
"There were some complications on that trip. But well, I'm here now." Damon smiled because he knew what she meant by "complications" but he was glad that she didn't get into details about how he acted like an ass to her.
"Did you find Damon? Is he okay? Did you give him the letter?" Damon kept himself from chuckling.
"Yeah. I found him and he's fine." Elena's voice said.
"I wish I could see him too." He heard Miranda sighing. "Oh well..what happened with the letter?"
"You can ask him yourself." He could almost see Elena smiling while saying that.
Damon knew this was a hint for him to walk in, so he did. He felt his heart beating faster with every step he took towards that living room. When he reached it he just stood there looking at the woman with the long black hair and the brown eyes that were now full of tears. He never knew how much he had missed her until that moment. He walked towards her and just then he realized that she was sitting on a wheel chair. That was like a punch in the stomach. He remembered her being full of life and playing with them all the time. He thought of how unfair this was for a woman like her. He lowered his body towards her and she wrapped her arms around his neck.
"Oh my goodness. I can't believe you're here." Miranda said as Damon locked his arms around her as well.
"I'm here." He whispered. She was everything he had left that was coming so close to a mother figure and he felt so vulnerable. She pulled away first and took a good look of him.
"You're all grown up! I can't believe it. Look at how handsome you are." He chuckled at her comment.
"You look great too." He smiled. "Just like I remember you."
"I'm doing whatever I can." She laughed. "Come on sit down and tell me what brings you here." He followed her orders and he sat on the couch next to her wheel chair.
"I'm gonna go, so that you two can talk. I also have to call Tom." Elena said.
"Oh yes I forgot about him. He called last night. He was upset that you didn't return any of his calls. But I assured him you're fine. After all I figured that you would want to spend a little more time with your old friend and I just knew you were alright and that I didn't have to worry." Miranda gave a sweet smile to both Damon and Elena.
"Yeah..well that's not exactly the story. But thanks for calming him down." Elena sighed. "So I'm gonna go call him now." And with that she left the room.
"So, tell me everything about your life." Miranda's voice was full of excitement.
"I live in a little house in Denver. I work at a bar called 'Midnight Rose'. My best friend Alarix owns it. He's like a brother to me. And we also work with another friend, Rose. That's how the bar took its name." He smiled.
"Is she a friend or something more?" He chuckled at this.
"Rose is like a sister to me. Me, Alarix and her are like family. I guess it's because all three of us are all alone. So we just have eachother." The woman gave him a weak smile.
"It's nice to hear you have such great friends." She paused. "But I want you to know that from now on you will have us too." She reached and held his hand in hers.
"Thank you Mrs. Gilbert." He couldn't express all the happiness he was feeling at that moment, he just held her hand tighter in his and gave her a warm smile.
"Please call me Miranda." She corrected him.
"Got it." He winked at her and made her chuckled.
"So tell me...did you read the letter?" Miranda's voice was more serious.
2 days earlier(Damon's POV):
I saw the light of the bedroom being turned off and I sighed and collapsed on the couch. I was so tired. I haven't slept the previous night. Her coming here made everything complicated. And this letter? What did my mother want to tell me? What could possibly be so important that I had to know, even after she was dead. And why didn't she tell me herself? These questions made me want to open that letter and at the same time they scared the help out of me. But I wouldn't let them keep me awake for the rest of my life. I had to open it. I grabbed the letter from the coffee table in front of me and brought it closer to my face. Before I could blink I had ripped the file and opened the white piece of paper and started reading.
Dear Son,
The fact that you're reading this, means I'm gone. I can only hope I didn't leave you too soon. I promised that I would fight and live even longer than the doctors said I could. In case I didn't succeed on doing that, I'm so sorry Damon. I just want you to always know that no matter what happened, I love you my boy, as I always have and always will. I'm so proud of you and having you for a son has been the epitome of a fulfilled life.
The reason I wrote this letter is because after all these years you deserve to know the truth. I know you always respected my choice of not telling you who your father was, but I think it's the time for you to find out. You need to know though that I'm not giving you this information because I think he deserves you, but because I know that no matter what the mistakes of the past, you two can maybe be a family some day. I don't want you to be alone son. So even if some things of the story that you're about to read don't make sense to you, try to understand.
Everything started when I met your father in the summer of 1989. We were both 19 years old, so young. We fell for eachother instantly. However, his parents would never approve of me. My father was just a worker at their garden which made them automatically dislike me. You see, they wanted their son to marry a woman from their circles and I wasn't one of those. Me and your father tried to stay away from eachother but it was impossible because we were crazy about eachother. In the end we decided to start seeing eachother in secret. This situation lasted for 3 months. After that I got pregnant. I showed up to your father's house and I asked to see him. They let me in and then I found him and told him the news. He was so scared of how his mother would react but he was happy for us, so he promised he would talk to his parents about it.
The same evening he invited me and my family for dinner and said everything about our relationship to his mother and father. Their reaction wasn't what we expected, which gave us false hopes. My parents on the other hand, just wanted me to be happy. The following day your father told me that his father was sending him out of town for a couple of days to take care of some business. He asked me to stay at his house so that he was sure that while he was away I was provided with everything I needed. That was the last time I saw him. The same evening his mother came to talk to me. She said that she wanted me out of her son's life. I told her that this wasn't going to happen and that I wasn't afraid of her, but she had her way to convince me. She threatened me. She said that if I didn't do as she said, my father would lose his job which was something that my family couldn't afford. My mother was sick and my father needed the money to pay for her medication. I had no choice. I wrote them a letter explaining everything to them and asking my father to not quit even after everything that happened. Then I left.
For the next few months I kept an eye on my parents, just to make sure my father still had his job. The only change was that they had moved him to their second house in the countryside, but that was fine by me, even though I never found out why they did this.
After that I moved to Mystic Falls. I found a job and rented a house. I wanted to give you the life that you deserved. You were the only thing that I had left and I that made me love ypu even more. I still remember the first time I held you in my arms. How could a little creature so small and fragile as you bring me all the happiness I could ever ask for? But you did. You filled my life with beautiful moments and I treasured every single one of them in my heart. In a life full of difficulties and pain, you were my miracle.
The first 3 years that I had you, I was hopping that your father would come looking for us. But he never came. It didn't matter though, because having you was all I needed.
Now that you know the whole story, you can choose of what you'll do from now on. Your father's name is Guiseppe Salvatore. Finding him won't be hard if you decide to do so. But before you choose what you want to do, please take my advice in one thing. The past can't be changed, but the mistakes we did can be forgiven. Don't let the mistakes me and your father did inflict your future. If you want to meet your father do it. Don't judge him and don't go hard on him. After all he might have his own side of this story.
The choice is all yours.
I love you so much Damon.
Your mother.
And then I knew that this would be the last time I'd hear from my mother and it felt like losing her all over again. The worst part was that even though I used to be curious about my fathe, but now that I knew the truth I didn't want anything to do with him. He hurt my mother in the worst way possible. But my mother wanted me to find my father and listen what he had to say. She was asking me to find him and also forgive him if it was possible. It was the hardest decision I've ever taken, but if it was my mother's last wish, who was I to say no?
And with these thoughts I fell asleep after I poured myself drinks until the bottle of bourbon of the coffee table in front of me was entirely empty.
So that was the 4rth chapter. I know I left it in the middle of the Damon/Miranda talk, but I did it to add some suspense in it. Next chapter will have the rest of their conversation and also some Damon/Elena interaction. You will also get to meet Tom. Please be nice and leave a review. Thanks for reading xxx
