The next morning
I wake up to my alarm going off, I open my eyes to see that Damon is gone. I rub my eyes and sit up to the bright sun light, did I dream last night I wonder but get an answer straight away when I see my window wide open and the first aid box open on the floor. A massive smile forms on my face, Damon asked me out last night right? I didn't dream that did I? Or did I? After an hour of trying to decide whether it was a dream or not, while getting dressed I hear a knock at my bedroom door I open it to see my little brother "What's wrong Jeremy?" I ask, he looks at me with tears in his eyes "Mummy is crying on the phone to someone." he cries. I run past him and down the stairs to see my mum on the floor sobbing, I approach her shaking "Mum? What's happened?" I whisper. I watch her look up at me, choking back a sob "Your father. . . his dead." I watch her in shock, not being able to move, I don't know how long I was in shock for but after watching my mother cry I watch her stand up walking towards me with her arms out before I even know what I'm doing I'm pushing her away and running out the house and down the street. I run for a while and finally stop at the park my father took me to when I was a little kid before my mum caught him taking drugs and kicked him out. I lean against the park gate falling to the ground, but still no tears will come out.
I don't know how long I was sitting there, but I finally stood up and walked into the park towards the flower garden. I remember when I was 10 and was standing in the flower garden when a man approached me at I recognised him but didn't know who exactly who he was but when I finally realised it was my father I called him and he ran. He looked so different, he has a beard then, was skinny, and his hair was grey. After that day I used to come to the flower park three times every week just to see if I would see him again but I never did, I never told my mum I saw him. I look into the roses and feel someone hand slid into mine, I look up to see Damon who is looking at me with sad eyes and that's when I finally start crying, he pulls me into a hug and I start sobbing, hitting him "It's not fair!" I scream. I feel him hold me tighter, after a while of hitting I finally stop and start to fall to the ground, he holds me up while smoothing my hair "I'm here, Elena." He whispers which makes me cry harder.
After a while he walks me out the park and help me into his car, my eyes still blurry with tears. I close my eyes and hear him start the engine and feel the car pull away. "Please don't take me home." I beg. I hear him sigh "If you don't want to I won't." he replies. I fall asleep, when I wake up I notice I'm still in the car and we are still moving, I look at the clock on the radio which says its one in the afternoon. I look over at Damon who is still focused on the road "Where are we going?" I ask. He smiles "A place that me and you should never forget." He says. I raise an eyebrow but don't bother asking what place and just watch the traffic go by. I start to notice where we are going, our cabin. Well not really mine and Damon's but both our mothers cabin, they brought it together when me and Damon was little and we used to spend every summer there but then one summer we just stopped, that was after that summer when Damon spent two weeks with his father. Once Damon pulled up outside the cabin, I looked at it and it didn't look any different I felt like that little kid again, I climb out the car the same time as Damon. I watch him walk up the steps on the cabin and unlocks the door and looks back at me "You coming?" he smirks. I nod and walk up to the cabin door, walking inside brings back memories of me and Damon always running in when Dinner was ready "It hasn't changed." I admit. I watch Damon turn the lights on "Just a bit dusty." He chuckles. I look down on the floor feeling the tears coming in my eyes again "I'm sorry, Elena. I know how it feels to lose a father just not in the same way." Damon softly says. I look up at him with confusion "What do you mean?" I ask. I watch him look away from me "You know that summer I went to stay with my dad?" he asks me and looks at me I nod "Well, he already had memory problems but it got worst over time and he was in some privet home where he got looked after by these nurses but my mum refused to let me see him for months and when I finally did see him again he didn't know who I was. Every day I would have to tell him I was his son but he would get angry and upset with himself for not remembering a couple of days before I left to come home I gave up with telling him because it hurt me too so I just told him I was the nurses son." He finishes explaining a tear falling down his cheek which he quickly wipes away. "Why didn't you tell me?" I ask, feeling hurt. "Because you was eight at the time, Elena. That's why I ask you to promise that you would never forget me." He whispers. I feel the tears fall down my cheek remembering that day, I walk over to him and hold his face "Like I promised on that day, I promise never to forget you." I whisper, meaning every word looking into his eyes and then his lips crush onto mine, I close my eyes feeling his soft lips on mine, his tongue slowly parts my lips and slides it in my mouth. I feel my head start to spin and my knees going weak, I feel his arm slide round my back holding me up and I run my hand through his hair. He picks me up and I wrap my legs around his waist, he walks us into my mother's old room and slowly lays me down on the bed climbing on top of me, he pulls away and looks me in the eyes "I've loved you my whole life, Elena." He confesses, I feel my heart explode and crush my lips onto his this time.
