Several days had passed since Elena was in the hospital. She had been excused from the hospital room and onto the Salvatore Boarding house. Damon began to walk Elena as if she were a three year old child who was very clumsy and unable to make her own choices.
Dammit Elena. Why do you have to do this? Just stay away from Tyler.
His thoughts screamed, but he dare not utter a word. Elena was walking around aimlessly around the Salvatore house as if it were a museum.
"Are you done looking at my place like you're in shock?" The dark haired man questioned as he sat her suit cases on the floor.
"Have you seen your house? Everything…the woodwork… the paintings…everything it's like a museum, Damon." She replied as she brushed a stand of hair behind her ear. She heard the door shut and a huff that fell from Damon's lips.
"Elena, it's nothing you haven't seen before." Damon replied as he walked into the living room of the house. "Have you heard from Tyler?" He questioned.
"I-I'm not sure…" She replied reaching in her jacket to see what awaited her. A text from Bonnie and too many from Tyler. "Y-yes…" She could see Damon's slender body walking towards her.
"Let me see." He reached for her phone and without a response from the brunette he snatched it from her grasp. He scrolled through the text messages, "Of course Bonnie would message you, but why Tyler?" He said thinking out loud.
[Elena where are you?]
[I'm getting tired of these games, get your ass home now.]
[Elena Gilbert, do you forget who owns you now? You live in my place, my rules. Get home.]
[Oh you were in the hospital? I beat you so badly you ended up in the hospital? Bullshit. Get home now.]
[You know what? You want to get away from me so badly, your shit is on the front lawn.]
Damon scrolled through text on top of text from this Tyler guy who he's already unable to bare anymore. "Elena, this guy is a sick fuck." He replied. "This is what you call love? A guy abusing you and then telling you to get home even if you were recovering from surgery?"
Elena looks down, her doe eyes broken and seemingly tearing up. "I…he's all I had…" She couldn't find the words, she was choking on them as she spoke. "He wasn't like that in the beginning. He was this sweet, romantic guy who every girl only dreamed of… but now-" She couldn't reply more before Damon cut her off.
"Now he's beating you to a pulp and thinking it's okay." He didn't want to sound like a dick, but if he came across that way it didn't bother him. Honesty is the best policy.
"He thinks a lot of things are okay…" She replied.
"Yeah, he does matter of fact, he thinks it's completely okay to toss your belongings out on the front lawn."
Elena's eyes immediately moved to Damon with horror and shock. "Damon, my mom's things and Dad's things are in that! He knows that! I can't ever replace those!" She exclaimed as she fought the tears that fell down her cheeks. "I can replace the clothes, I can replace the shoes….I can't replace my mom and dad's belongings…"
Damon's heart ached for the girl he was truly falling for. She was hurting because she trusted a man with her heart and soul which included her parents and he abused it. He abused her and her belongings. "Elena…" He said as he stepped forward, placing a hand on her cheek. "We're going to Long Island and we're going to get your belongings back at whatever cost, okay? And I'll be there he won't hurt you."
"Damon, don't make promises you can't keep…" She replied. "You can't keep that promise….what about work?"
"Work can wait. I own that company, Elena. I have people working for me. Do you understand that? I can do what I want, when I want and no one can tell me otherwise and if they do I can easily set them straight." A smirk formed along his lips. That devilish smirk that sent Elena wild was her greatest weakness.
"Fine, when do we go…?" She inquired.
"We'll leave when you're healed and I mean fully." He didn't want anything happening to her. He didn't want a single strand of that chocolate brunette hair out of place. And if it was, God help the person who caused it.
"Damon, he sent those texts today. I can't lose my mom's belongings. I can't, Damon.." Her voice began to crack again.
"Elena…" His voice trailed off. What hold did she have over him? Every ounce of him was telling him to do it because she wanted it. She would give her anything just to see that perfect smile along her lips. "…Fine we'll go today…" Damon Salvatore, the owner of XP., inc., has officially became soft. "On one condition, you do not leave my side or so help me Elena there will be hell."
Elena nodded at his request, "Okay, Damon. I won't leave your side…" Elena picked up her phone and began texting a message to Tyler,
[I'm coming home.]
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