Stefan's POV
I was finally free.
After two days in this damp cold cell, I was finally out, carefully and slowly coming towards my brother, who abruptly stood up from his seat in the waiting room and practically ran to me.
I was shivering, I felt cold and hungry-they've kept me without food for those two days, but most of all I was tired-I don't think I've managed to catch any sleep at all.
Damon embraced me and I felt how worried he really was, though he was also glad to see me-I was relieved. He was going to take me home to my son after two days of Enzo trying to torture out something from me and make me work in his favor.
Even though, I was certain that this Elena girl must've learned the truth about her purse and realized that I haven't stolen it, no one ever came to try and get me out of my misery.
I had no idea what Enzo told Damon when he came to get me when I was supposed to be out-he might've just told him the truth-that he was trying to use me, or he twisted things, blaming it all on the Gilberts, whichever it was, it didn't matter now, because I never backed down-I refused to do whatever it was he wanted from me and my resistances finally paid off-I was a free man again.
"Stefan!" Damon rubbed my back gently, though I knew he could feel me shiver and was probably trying to warm me up.
I was still wearing the same white shirt I put on when I've come home two days ago from work. I almost laughed in my head thinking about my job-I knew, I must've lost my place already, since I never showed up for my shift.
Maybe that's why Damon was so desperate and sad, or was it because I looked bad? I didn't know, I couldn't realize what was going on-I was just glad and relieved and the only thing I wanted to do was collapse on my bed with my son in my arms, sleeping peacefully on my chest, as he usually did.
"What's this from?" Damon asked as he took my wrist and took a closer at the red sore skin there as he furrowed his eyebrows
"I'll tell you when we get home" I whispered barely audible, which judging by his facial expression scared him even more "Take me to my son." I begged him and he nodded, though he first wrapped me up in his jacket and tightened his grip on my arm as if he was afraid I won't have enough strength to get to our old brown truck.
I did, however and when I finally jumped on the seat, I sighed relieved, while he was searching for a sweater on the backseat and passed me the same black one, I was with, the night I tried to steal this car, which brought me so much troubles.
"I really want to kick your ass" Damon announced angrily and I smiled "But I'll wait till we get home and you look less like a dead man and more like my brother"
"Damon" I said it in a calming way, but he threw me another angry look and I just shook my head. "It's okay, brother" I tried once again, though it didn't do much good and I remained silent all the way to our home.
I was so tired, I fell asleep and I felt him gently rubbing my shoulder when we arrived. I was all fine though, he shouldn't be worrying-I just needed a good night's sleep and some food.
I've been through worse, this couldn't even qualify as one of my bad days, it was just something I had to go through. I was pretty strong so the cold didn't bother me much, I knew I wouldn't get sick.
A little after Damon got me out of the system, I decided I should man up and start acting like I was supposed to-I began running and training a lot and I got into boxing, which explained my strong arms and why I had no bruises when Enzo hit me in the ribs numerous times last night-I was just used to this kind of pain and I knew how to protect my own body even when my hands were literally tied.
In the past few months however, I've lost my previous shape, I was still strong, but it wasn't the same, between Joe and work, I barely found time to sleep, let alone wake up early and run. Still, I was glad I managed to remain unbend, it was what mattered most.
When we finally entered our small wrecked house, we found Lexi in the kitchen with a trying to crawl on the couch Joe, who immediately acknowledged our presence with one of his loud baby happy sounds and I smiled as I leaned down to take him in my arms.
"Oh, Joe!" I said relieved and pressed him to my chest after I placed a thousand kisses on his forehead and blond head.
At first he giggled, but then he felt how sad I was for being away from him so long and he became strangely quiet, though he didn't push away from me or cry, he only tightened his small grip on my shirt sleeve while I remained with my eyes closed and was desperately trying to prevent my tears from falling down.
I don't know how long we stayed like this, but I was sure it wouldn't be enough for me, even if we spent days like this. It felt like I was in jail for months, not just two days-I was emotionally drained, feeling angry at both this girl, who didn't have the guts to come and tell the truth about her damn purse and at Enzo, who was so bend on making me do something for him.
I told him I would never betray my believes though-I might be a thief every now and then, but I still had honor-I wouldn't work for someone like John Avery even if it could potentially solve all my problems. I had no intentions of making my son feel any more ashamed of his father.
I felt Lexi' s gentle skinny arms wrap around me and her placing a kiss on my cheek, her vanilla scent, as always present, was helping me forget about the damp cell and feel back home.
I still didn't open my eyes though, I was enjoying the last few good minutes I could have with Joe, before starting to explain them everything that happened.
I was sure Lexi has told Damon that I still owed money to Avery, she wouldn't hide something like this from him with me behind bars and I'm sure he pushed her to speak up the truth as well. That didn't mean Damon wasn't pissed off-I could sense his infuriation from the other corner of the small kitchen.
"Hey" Lexi rubbed my back, just like my brother did "It's all fine, Stefan." she whispered and I finally looked up.
I turned around, only to find my brother on the table, with his favorite bottle of bourbon in hand, patiently waiting to take a sip after I start talking, which is when I would most probably piss him off and I was well aware of the fact that he simply cared too much, which is why he was lashing out and getting so angry.
It didn't mean he wasn't right though-he was like a moral compass, something to bring me back on the right path when I did something stupid, he was the only thing that kept me together and he surely was an inspiration to me-he did so many things for me and Joseph, I could never be able to repay him.
"Come on" she wanted to take Joe away and put him in his crib, but I just shook my head and she didn't argue, she only pulled me a chair and joined me and Damon on the table. He poured me a glass and slid it across the table-I managed to catch it fast and cupped it with my left hand, my grip making the marks from the rope look even more sore now.
"What's that from?" Lexi asked this time, but I didn't respond until I felt my brother's heavy look on me.
"Enzo figured out this whole stealing thing had something to do with John Avery" I started explaining, though this wasn't even the beginning of the story "He wanted me to be his informer. That's why he kept me longer than I was supposed to be in there."
"He did what?" Lexi was extremely surprised while Damon just abruptly stood up and removed the glass he was holding away from his sight, as if he was getting ready to beat Enzo right away for what he did to me
"Enzo did this to you?" he asked slowly and watched me nod with a terrified expression, while still holding my son tightly. I could feel him drifting away-he must've been tired, it was getting dark outside and I knew well enough that as the evening progressed he could either be a restless smiling ball of sunshine or a sleepy cuddly sweetheart and now was the second one. "I'm going to kill him."
"It's fine, Damon" I assured him "I made it clear, I won't be doing anything for him. He was just…eager to try if you can call it like this." I stated calmly and nodded calmingly to Damon, who however refused to sit down.
"You want to tell me what the hell is going on, Stefan?" he finally figured he should start from the beginning and Lexi threw me a warning glance, trying to tell me I shouldn't put up a fight here, but just talk-Damon was mad enough as it was already
"You told me you had it all figured out with Avery." he said through teeth and I looked down at my son who was just closing his eyes and gripping my index finger with his small hand, trying to find something to hold on to, just like I was so desperately looking for the same thing
"Now out of nowhere you steal cars and get yourself caught!" he raised his voice slightly, though that didn't bother Joe, on the contrary, my son only tilted his head and I tugged him closer to my chest, as if I wanted to protect him from something invisible to us all "How could you do this?" he was unable to figure my logic out "What you did was both stupid and risky and the worse part is that you're perfectly aware of the fact that you could get into awfully big troubles." I sighed and watched Lexi stand up and take Joe away to the living room-she didn't want him to wake up nor was she up to watching us fight.
I knew she would intervene later and I unwillingly let go of my son-I loved me brother, but I hated it when he was brutally right-it dig a hole into my soul to realize how stupid and reckless I've been this whole time.
"Look, Damon" I started "I just wanted this over with and that seemed like the easiest way to do this. I had no idea anyone was going to catch me."
"You promised me you'll stop with those stuff, goddammit" his clenched fist hit the table and it slightly jumped. I didn't though-I was used to his anger.
It didn't mean I didn't feel bad though-I still felt like I've betrayed him. I had indeed promised him to stay away from all kinds of trouble and for months I really did-I had my job, I was doing it all right and he was letting his work ruin him for the good of all of us.
It just wasn't fair.
I understood his anger. But he couldn't get what it's like to be a parent and to know you have to do whatever you can to get away from some awful situation, because you have no idea what could happen to your kid if you're not here.
"You stood right here in this awfully cold kitchen, with your hands hid in your jeans pockets and promised me you'll stay out of trouble just after I've got you out of jail last time. Do you remember this?"
"I do." I finally took a sip from my glass. I was sad, awfully sad and disappointed in myself.
Most of all, I realized I was stupid enough to think, I won't get to this moment when my brother would know and try to figure what to do with me for yet another time. Long ago, I've promised myself that I'll stop taking favors from him, that I had to deal with stuff by myself and yet here we were-he was helping me raise my son and spent two days worrying why on earth was not Enzo letting me out!
I was nothing by trouble for him.
He saw my despair and something in his tone changed the next time he spoke up.
However, there was a long pause before that, in which we stared at each other and did nothing but drink from the bourbon. We talked with stares-I saw his confusion, the worry he tried to hide so very hard every time he was mad out of his mind and he saw my sadness, my helplessness, my unwillingness to believe that somehow one day I'll be strong enough to fix everything that's so awfully wrong in my life.
"The firm called yesterday morning" he finally spoke up, his voice too silent and very unlike him, which is when I knew what his next sentence was going to be.
Despite that, I threw him one last hopeful glance and watched him shake his head
"I'm sorry, brother, they've fired you. Somehow they even knew you're at the station" I knew that it could've been Enzo who called them about this.
He did after all threaten me, he can harm me in ways I don't suspect and I guess that's one of it. I didn't care much for this, I was going to find another job. I just had no other choice.
This was just another slap on the face I had to take as my brother taught me-hold my breathe, clench my jaw, nod sternly, look away and let it all out when there's no one else around me, which is what I did now.
Damon knew me well enough, though so he stretched his arm and put his hand on my shoulder while I was staring down at the old full of scratches table
"We'll figure it out. You'll see." he assured me and I only let a tired sigh out as he let me off his hook and poured me another glass of bourbon, which honestly wasn't influencing me in any way, even though I haven't eaten in days.
"I don't see how it's going to get better, Damon" I responded honestly "I still owe Avery money, I don't have a job and Enzo could possibly cause us more troubles."
"We'll come up with the money." my brother sounded strangely confident and I furrowed my eyebrows "We'll sell something if we have to, but we'll deal with this. Avery is someone we don't want to have breathing in our necks"
"I'm not afraid of him." I interrupted him
"He's dangerous, Stefan" Damon warned as if I didn't know this up until now.
I've already heard awful stories about him and what he does to the people who somehow are stupid enough to dare him.
"You know better than to play a game with him. We'll come up with something" he leaned back on his chair and took another sip from his glass, while I continued staring at the liquid in my own, thinking carefully about his words.
"Now tell me what's the Enzo problem all about" he became even more serious than before and though I was unwilling to talk I had no other choice. Sometimes I felt like he was acting as my father and not my brother, especially in moments like this.
"He wanted to convince me to work for him and bring him information about Avery." I started casually as if I was announcing the weather
"I refused. He tied my hands, kicked me a few times in the ribs and left me in the cold. It wasn't a big deal" I shrugged my shoulders and when I finally looked up back at Damon, still feeling that pit in my stomach, which only appeared because I wasn't telling him about all the threats Enzo made and the way he treated me, and watched him slowly leave his glass, raise up and come by my side.
When he grabbed my hand, at first I was confused as to what he was about to do, but the gentle way he raised me up and brought me to the sink with the rest of the bourbon bottle in his hand, made my fear disappear. He knew well enough that ever since I was a kid, I sometimes even jumped when someone touched me. Rebekah used to laugh about that, though later when I got used to her touch, she admitted she regretted acting so immature.
Thinking about her was way more painful than Damon pouring the alcohol over my bruised from the rough rope wrists.
"Lexi" Damon yelled as he still held my hands tight "LEEEX" she has probably fallen asleep on the couch with Joe in her hands and I turned out to be right cause when she finally ran to the kitchen her hair was a mess and her eyes were barely opened.
I felt too bad for using her like this sometimes. She didn't need to be here, yet she was and I felt so much gratitude towards her in this moment I saw her, that I finally began realizing I was home and no more in this awful place
"Come here and bandage him or something, he looks like he had a rough night with a hooker, who tied him to the bed board." Lexi smiled and rushed by my side, though I pretty much refused to her doing this. I didn't have much of a choice and in the next half an hour I watched my brother bring woods for the fireplace and make sure I'm warm enough while my best friend brought me some dinner from last night and eventually they both kicked my ass to my bed, though I wanted to sleep on the couch in the kitchen next to Joe's crib, like I usually did.
However, they both didn't even let me raise my voice and I ended up in my old room, all alone and tired in the darkness, on the broken squeaking bed, Rebekah and I used to sleep on numerous occasions.
I wouldn't be surprised if this is where Joe was conceived, though Rebekah claimed it was this weekend we spent in Charleston away from everyone, because the doctor said it should be somewhere at the end of this month. Though I remember very vividly how I held her in my hands the night before we left-we were right here together, I even knew the sounds the bed made as she turned left and right impatiently while trying to fall asleep-she was the devil this girl!
She couldn't even sleep peacefully, it usually took me so long to finally make her calm down and just lay down on my chest so we wouldn't fall on the floor. Sometimes when Joe was restless at night, he reminded me so much of her.
Just like the love of my life, he wouldn't rest until I started gently rubbing his back and held his hand in mine while gently humming some melody. If he turns out to be a rebel like her, I'll be in so much trouble. Though I wasn't a very decent teenager myself, considering the troubles I was getting myself into.
I stared at the ceiling thinking about her, being unable to fall asleep. I had the awful need to hold her in my arms, that I ended up stretching my left hand and leaving it hang like this as if she would lie down on my chest in any given moment and I had to be ready to embrace her, but I knew well enough she wouldn't come. She just wasn't here anymore.
And I was still unable to get used to this.
Elena's POV
I was walking down the street with Caroline after a long afternoon of shopping with her-it was a day completely wasted. A day I could've used to study or help dad at the hospital, maybe spend some time with my brother or find the courage to get to Stefan's house and apologize for what I did.
Ever since that morning Caroline told me she has mistaken the purses, I couldn't stop thinking about him and the guilt I felt just wouldn't leave me. I've went to the hospital and found dad, begged him to go to the station and just tell them everything, but he refused-he said the guy was a criminal anyway-he would've stolen the car if I haven't caught him and they were going to get him out in no time anyway. We got into a big fight, which resulted in us still not normally talking to each other. I've decided I'll go to the station myself anyway, but he made me stay in the hospital with him after which when we got home he grounded me, practically for no reason. It wasn't fair and he knew it, I think he just didn't want to swallow his pride and admit we were wrong.
I simply didn't agree with him.
Because no matter what, I still felt, that if our places were reversed Stefan wouldn't have left me there. I don't know why, but I was certain he's not a bad person, there was something in his eyes-this warmth and sadness, this stubbornness and strength. He was nothing like the boys I've ever met, he was something else, someone different from all the people I grew up with-I thought, I was used to seeing pain, sorrow and despair in the hospital, but when I saw him, it just hit me, it was fast and strong-as if a stormy wind was trying to bend me down-I still remember the way he stood on his doorstep-he was nothing like a boy, he was more of a man than many of the grown-ups I've seen.
I remember, I felt small and insignificant, most of all stupid, because he seemed so old and familiar with everything-he wasn't even slightly surprised when he saw the officer at his doorstep and when Enzo led him to the cells, he was patiently walking right towards his inevitable fate. It's not like he wasn't resisting-I could see the tension in his arms, the way he wanted to just yank himself out and run away, but he couldn't-he was trapped and I was the reason for it.
I almost spit my water out when I saw him and who must've been his brother enter the Grill, half an hour after Caroline and I've settled down for a quick snack. He couldn't see me from the place he was standing-we were occupying a table in one of the dark and more private corners, but I could see him very well. They both walked to the bar and sat slowly down, barely finding themselves some place in the crowd there. It was noisy, I couldn't figure what they were talking about from afar, but I could observe them.
However, I wanted to talk to him. Somehow I found this urge inside me to speak and tell him the truth, Caroline was an obstacle for me, though-I never told her what happened. She knew someone tried to steal my car, but that was it-the rest of it, I kept to myself, for some unknown even to me reason.
I think fate was trying to rub it in my nose that I had to fix this, because my best friend got a call from Tyler and left me ten minutes after Stefan and his brother have entered.
I don't know why, but I didn't go and talk to him right away. At first I carefully found myself a place close to them, but still where they couldn't see me. When I took a better look at him, I noticed that his wrists were bandaged, his eyes were extremely tired, his posture even more bended-he seemed like he hasn't slept in a while. He and his brother were discussing something very lively, though silently between them and it was hard for me to distinguish the words, but I saw them picking up the Mystic Falls daily newspaper, which surprised me a bit-they didn't seem like people who would read the paper.
Until I realized they were looking at the job offers.
"Look" his brother pointed while Stefan took a sip from his coffee with his trembling hands. I wondered what he went through while in this cell? Did someone torture him? Or did they simply kept him in this awful place until he could be free? He still looked that strong and unbend, his eyebrows were furrowed as he stared down at the paper, as if nothing was different, as if he never tried to steal my car and never got to suffer from my stupidity. "They are looking for workers at the railroad outside town."
"Damon, I'm not working there, it will take me hours to get home after I'm done." he protested, his voice silent and very hoarse "Lexi can't stay that long at home and take care of everything." I swallowed hard-did he lose his job as well? God, was I the reason those people were struggling right now?
"Well you need something and if we can't find anything else, this will have to do." Damon sighed and gave him a stern look "You're strong, you can do this job."
"I won't get much out of it and I still have a debt to pay if you haven't forgotten" Stefan commented bluntly and tugged the paper off his brother's hand while reading carefully through the offers. Damon however continued peaking and pointing out stuff Stefan could apply for-the way they acted around each other made me smile-they looked like kids.
"Hey look at this one" Damon pointed again "They're looking for ambulance drivers at the hospital."
"Damon" Stefan shook his head and left the newspaper away just as I remembered my dad talking to one of the nurses about their lack of drivers and smiled, somehow believing that I've finally maybe got a way to help him out and fix my mistake-if he applied there, I could talk to Keith, the guy who was responsible for all the paramedics and the ambulances and convince him to choose Stefan to the others.
"What?" Damon said in disbelief "You have the first-aid training already, you can at least use it for this. It's not even a hard job and the salary is good."
"I'm tired of driving around. I just want to finish work and get back home, not stay out late at night and I go to some road outside town just because a drunken teenager hit their car in a tree."
"You should apply for this" Damon argued "It's the best one for now." he sighed as he stood up and put his hand on Stefan's shoulder
"We don't have much of a choice, Stefan. Don't make this week rougher than it is-just apply for all the things we considered good and see what happens" Stefan nodded and Damon playfully ruffled his hair before heading to the male's bathroom.
I figured this was the only opportunity I'll get, so I sheepishly stood up and approached him from behind. He didn't even acknowledged me when I sat next to him and cleared my throat-I guess he was too tired and lost in his own mind and when I touched his shoulder gently, just to bring his attention to me, he almost jumped from his seat and instantly grabbed my hand only to roughly twist it away until he realized who I was and hurried to leave me be before I could even make a sound.
"You?" he asked in disbelief and took a step back without giving me the chance to start and explain why I was here "Leave me alone." he said and was about to turn around when I finally turned out to be the faster one and stood in his way
"Wait, please" I begged
"I don't want to listen to you" he said barely audible since he didn't want to draw attention to us, but still pretty sternly. I could see the hatred in his eyes-he despised me for everything I did to him.
"I just want to apologize" I began again "I know you didn't steal my purse." I spoke the words so silently, as if I feared saying them.
"Oh yeah?" he said now sarcastically "The thing, rich girl" he bended on his last words "is that I don't want to listen to your fake apologies, because that literally doesn't make me feel any better-in fact, I feel like hell, because I spent the last two days in a cell and lost my job while you were comfortably lying in your bed." I was speechless and for a moment before we were interrupted all we did was stare at each other intensely.
"Stefan." I heard someone's harsh voice from behind me and in a minute his brother was by his side, his hand on Stefan's arm, trying to make him move over. "Come on, brother" he threw me an angry look as he gently pushed his brother to the exit. Stefan however didn't make a move.
"Accepting your apology would mean freeing you from your guilt" he commented, not even slightly irritated with me anymore-he was strangely calm and his words hurt like hell-because he was right "And I'm simply not going to do that."
"Stefan, just go" his brother was angry with him and tugged his jacket, begging him to finally leave this place.
"I just-"
"Save it, Gilbert." this time his brother was the one to cut me off and I realized his voice was just as angry as Stefan's. I wondered if it was possible for these people to hate me any more.
"I'm sure there's some charity event soon where you can donate money for some insignificant cause and make yourself feel better again. In the meantime, I and my brother are going to stay as far away from you as possible."
They left me standing there, just next to the bar, people were yelling and talking around me and I was all alone, watching the brothers leave as fast as they could, probably mentally cursing me. I noticed Damon scolding Stefan as they were walking out and I figured it had something to do with him talking to me.
If before, I was feeling bad for putting him behind bars, now I also felt guilty for leaving him without a job and making them both struggle-they did seem like people with many problems.
However, what hurt most, were their words and the realization that I'm really no better than any other spoiled founders girl in this town. I was immoral, cranky when I couldn't get what I wanted and I hardly had any idea what it was to need something and not be able to get it like those people.
And that was my punishment.
I wanted nothing more but to leave them be and never see them again, because that was their wish as well.
However, life had other plans for us.
Stefan's POV
"Come on, buddy, just a little bit more" I urge Joseph to keep crawling , but he stops tiredly right on my belly and stares up at me with his puppy green eyes, which makes me laugh.
I tickle him slightly to make him more lively again, but he doesn't move and just leans his head down on my chest blabbing something I can't understand, probably some complain in his baby language and I laugh once again.
It felt so good to be home and spent time with him-it was the best I've felt in months. I didn't have the opportunity to rest a lot or get free days and staying in the house, taking care of stuff these past few days, has made me realize how much I miss my son.
Damon said I shouldn't get used to the housewife lifestyle and he often mocked me when he came home after work and found me trying to cook something. I was doing relatively well in this department-Lex has taught me a bunch of stuff and even if my brother kept saying whatever I cooked was awful, I still know he liked it because he often went and filled his plate again.
Joe began chewing my shirt again-his teeth were starting to grow and he was crying so much lately that it was hard for me to calm him down. I gently pulled the cloth away and picked him up, above my head and started making him funny faces, which resulted in him smiling foolishly at me.
"Aren't you a big boy now, huh?" I asked him and put him down on my stomach "You should be sitting on your own soon, buddy." I kept talking "You're about to turn six months this week" the realization that Rebekah was gone for almost half an year now, hit me hard and I stood up with Joe in my hands and headed to the fridge to find him something to eat since I could feel he was getting restless again.
Before opening the refrigerator door, I stared at the photo of me, Bekah, Damon and the love of his life from my last birthday, just when I've turned seventeen. I had no idea that a month later Rebekah would be already pregnant, I surely had no idea an year later, she would be dead.
I was smiling-genuinely. I was happily staring at the cake Lexi has made for me, my brother has hugged his girl with one hand and put his other one on my shoulder, gripping it in a supportive way, while Bekah was giving me a kiss on the cheek.
"Look how beautiful your momma is here, huh Joe?" I asked him and pointed at the photo.
My boy was indifferent to this however and this time stuck his hand in his mouth and let an annoyed hungry grunt out-he was too impatient to pay any attention to me.
Just when I was finally about to do what I've come from, I heard the doorbell ring and sighed annoyed.
With Joe still in my hands I went to open up, thinking it could be Lexi, who always stopped by after work to check up on us. My brother had five more hours until his shift was over, so I knew it couldn't be him.
When I finally opened up, slightly annoyed I spoke up before actually realizing who was standing right before me:
"Lexi, you know you could've-" and then I just stopped, because the petite dark-haired girl staring at me with a big confused smile and worried eyes, was surely no one I expected to see after almost an year absence. I furrowed my eyebrows and was seconds away from just closing the door and dumping her outside, but something inside me broke when I heard her voice
"Hey, Stefan" she said and looked down at my son, who was still oblivious to everything happening around him.
The girl, who used to be one of my closest friends and the love of Damon's life has left us during one of the most difficult moments in our lives and now was simply smiling at me. She was smiling?
After everything she did.
"Bonnie" I let an angry sigh out.
She was the last person I wanted to see.
A/N: I'm sorry that I didn't update earlier, I was sick and right now I don't have a PC so it's pretty hard for me to write and find where to write it on. I know many of you wanted Elena to just go and free him, but I couldn't make this happen, because I needed him to have some difficult time with Enzo, which later on will be important and could possibly bring him trouble. Hope you enjoyed this chapter!
