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Chapter 5
Damon sat in the front seat, silent. His mom spoke first, "So, honey, how are you feeling? You look much better."
" Fine".
"I should have made sure you were okay before we came here," she said.
"It doesn't matter now", he answered.
"Oh. Well..." she paused. "So, are you going to be seeing a lot of her?"
" No", said Damon, sullenly. God, why did his parents always have to be so nosy?
"Oh. I was just wondering," she said. "She seems very nice actually..."
"Actually?"
" Well, I just mean that she's a nice girl." "Yes, she is."
" Oh. I was talking to her friends. They were quite nice too."
" What did you talk about?"
" Well, well, we talked about her situation. With her ex-boyfriend
and what happened with him and you..." "Oh".
"She has a lovely house. Her parents travel a lot you know."
" Yeah, I know."
" It is too bad that she has to live by herself so much. I guess that's why she has so many friends over, to keep her company."
" I guess," he said, thinking, I'll keep you company! "Her friend was saying that she was very close with her boyfriend's family. It's a shame when things like that happen you know."
" I guess."
They pulled into the driveway, Damon relieved the conversation was over and hoping his parents would not bring her up anymore. Elena pulled into Stefan's driveway, as she had so many times. She did not allow herself to pause, but still kept running what she was going to say to him repeatedly in her mind as she jumped out of her car. She rang the doorbell, something she had not done in a long time. Stefan looked at her through the window, but she purposely avoided looking at him. He opened the door, his eyes wide.
"Hi!" he said, brightly.
She stared at him. Then she hit him as hard as she could.
He reeled backwards, his hand to his mouth. "You fucking prick!" she seethed.
"What?" he demanded.
"Oh, that was so fucking low. Three against one, real classy Stefan!".
"Oh, what, you're like his protector now or something?" he asked, admitting it.
"Oh, screw you. How could you do that? How could you do that to the kid?"
" Oh, he's a kid now, is he?" Stefan asked sarcastically, wiping blood from his chin. "To you he is. What's the matter with you?" she screamed at him. "Why'd you do that?
" He deserved it."
" Oh fucking bullshit. Bullshit he did. You are the one that deserves to get the shit beat out of you. Oh, and let's get this straight, okay? You are not my boyfriend, and I am not your girlfriend! Can you say that?" she asked in a Mar. Rogers'-type voice.
"No. I will not admit that. You say that I broke up with you, but hell no! I told you I was sorry babe. I didn't mean it-I've told you that a thousand times!" he whined.
"Oh yeah well too late for that. God, how could you do that? You're even more of an asshole that I thought," she told him, in tears. "And let's get something else straight, okay? You are not to lie-and no one else you know either!-are not to lay a goddamn fingernail on that boy. Do you hear me? I know you better than anyone else Stefan, and I can hurtyou better than anyone else can, got it?" she threatened.
"You've already hurt me," he told her, fighting back tears.
She ignored the tears, keeping her heart cold. "Good. Not nearly as much as you have, fucking hurt me I bet! God you're such a jerk", she told him, shaking her head. "I can't believe you would do such a thing! Actually, I can..." she added angrily, determined she would not cry. "You're not going out with him, are you?" he asked in horror.
"No! However, what does that have to do with it? If I was, it wouldn't be any of your business right?" she asked. He did not answer.
"Right?" she snapped.
"Right," he said, rolling his eyes.
"You're such a jerk. In addition, do not believe for a fucking second that he raped me. Nothing could be further from the truth, you know. Rape victims usually don't cum a couple times," she added.
He did not say anything, just stared at the ground, her comment going straight to his heart like a dagger. He could not fight back tears anymore.
She noticed, and her heart raced. Nevertheless, she still hated him. "Good-bye!" she told him, disgusted. He grabbed her arm. "No, come in. Let us talk. Please let us talk. Just give me that."
She got a glimpse of Kyle, Stefan's little brother, walking in the kitchen towards them. Kyle looked at her, then his brother, who was wiping away tears, then back at her. Her heart ached; she loved Stefan's family like her own. Kyle was like her own little brother. However, she hardened her heart, and shook his arm off. "No, it's too damn late."
She spun around and ran to her car, and he did not follow her, thank God. He knew her; he knew when she was angry and when she was angry. She would probably run him over with the car, the way she felt now.
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