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Elena watched as Damon pulled out of the driveway and drove down the street in the opposite direction of his house. She pulled out her phone and realized there was another text from Stefan 'Saturday 24, 2013: 10:30 A.M.- Get your ass home now!'

Elena took a deep breath and braced herself for what could happen when she could enter through the front door. She knew Stefan hated it when she wasn't at home with him, and he especially hated it when she didn't call to warn him.

She quietly opened the front door but immediately felt her being pushed back against it with a heavy figure pressing on her. Stefan had slammed the door as soon as she walked in pushing her against it. His hands were firmly placed against the door his face and inch away from hers.

Elena smelled the faint a scent of alcohol on his breath but wasn't sure if it was from the extensive amount of drinking form last night or if he was starting early today. She looked up into his eyes and saw a sight she had always been afraid of.

He was mad. Fuming actually.

"Where the hell have you been all night?! No call! No text! No one to make me breakfast thing morning!"

Elena used everything she had in her body not to roll her eyes at Stefan. She knew that he may have cared about her, but when it came down to it, she always came second to him. She was used to it. Growing up with a brother that was only three years younger, Jeremy was always thought of before her. She loved her little brother, and at times she was glad all the attention fell on him, but she wanted Stefan to recognize not everything was about him.

"I asked you a question Elena! I expect an answer!" Stefan's anger grew larger by the second.

Elena wanted to get away from this everything at this moment. She walked into the kitchen, walking around all the broken beer bottles on the ground. She opened the fridge and pulled out the only thing that was in there, a water bottle and drank it all. "Stefan I'm sorry. I was out with a friend and I guess I got a little drunk. I passed out before I could call."

Stefan shut the refrigerator door right in front of her face causing Elena to jump slightly in fright. He was getting angrier, he had a short fuse as it was. "Drunk! Without me?! I'm sorry I don't remember allowing you to get drunk. I skipped dinner with my friends to go to your stupid surprise party and you weren't even there. I was sitting at the bar drinking because I don't to anyone else!"

Elena gently placed her hands on his chest stepping closer to him. "Stefan, sweetie, please. Please calm down. I know I screwed up, I know the rules. Always call you if I'm out the night but I really didn't plan this. My best friend came back into town and we just wanted to catch up, that's all, ok?"

Stefan shook his head grabbing her hands off his chest pushing her back away from him. "No. Your best friend is Caroline. And she was at the party all night. I never remember meeting any of your other friends."

Elena felt the cold, hard surface of the wall as Stefan had pushed her back hard against it. "Baby remember my friend Damon I told you about? Well he came back after four years and I wanted to hang out with him a little."

Stefan's eyes widened and he was practically fuming with smoke coming out of his ears. "So not only are you telling me that I had to cook myself breakfast this morning, but you were out all night with a guy!?"

"No! Stefan it's nothing like that! Its—"

Stefan cut her off abruptly and took a threatening step closer to her glaring into her eyes. At first his voice was soft and calm, but with each word he grew more furious and more irritated. "How many times have I told you never to raise your voice at me!"

Elena stepped back slightly knowing that she had broken another one of his rule. "Yes of course Stefan. I'm sorry. But listen, Damon and I are just friends. I haven't seen him in four years, so when he came back I wanted to find out about his life. We drank a bottle of bourbon, and then he took me to sleep it off. I swear, baby nothing happened. I only love you. Besides Damon's in love with someone, and I'm in love with you."

"Of course he's in love with someone! Are you being purposely stupid or are you naturally that way?! He's in love with you Elena! God it's clear as day! How ignorant do you have to be to not realize!?"

She shook her head trying to prove it to Stefan and to herself in a way that Damon was not in love with her. "No. He's not. I've known him for more than eight years. He's not in love with me!"

Stefan's nostrils flared as he slammed his fist into the wall right by her head making Elena scream out in fright. She grabbed her purse, her phone, and anything else she could think to grab in a split second. She couldn't be in a house with Stefan when he was acted that way, she didn't want to. What had happened to the man she met in the coffee shop? The one that bought her a drink and was nice to her, it seemed once he got comfortable enough with her he showed this side of Stefan. But she was scared, scared that this was the real Stefan. She hugged her arms around herself as she walked down the road, still unsure where to go, with tears streaming down her face. She couldn't call her parents, they weren't talking to her. Caroline was on a date with her new boyfriend Klaus, and she didn't want to ruin it for her. And Damon… was Damon.

She began to question why he really was so nice to her over the years, she had always thought of him as a protector, as a best friend, as her light at the end of the tunnel. But the only words in her mind after that argument with Stefan were 'He's in love with you Elena.'

Was it true? Was Damon really in love with her? He couldn't have been, he's just a friend. Just a friend.