PART 8
It's about eight o'clock later on that night when I go back to Damon's apartment. He gave me a key, so I let myself in.
"Damon? Are you in?" I ask the silence. I wander around his apartment looking for him, and then I come to his bedroom door, and open it.
"Oh. My. God." I gasp, open-mouthed. There, in bed, is Damon, having sex with…
"Bonnie?" I back away towards the door, recognising the redhead that Damon's sleeping with.
"Holy shit. Mila!" Damon looks at me disbelievingly. Bonnie is lying on her back now, grinning evilly at me like a Cheshire cat.
"Mila, I'm sorry. I'm so very sorry." Damon begins. Climbing off his bed, Damon comes towards me, hand extended.
"Don't touch me you bastard!" I spit at him.
"Mila – I …" Damon starts.
"Why?" I ask. Shaking my head, the tears flowing down my face, I continue, "No, I don't even want to know." I turn away, heading for the door. I pause just as I'm in the doorway, then I turn back to Damon.
"No, Damon. I won't marry you. Here, take this back, you'd probably want to use it for your whore!" I spit at Damon, referring to the bitch that's lying completely naked on Damon's bed, oblivious to who's in the room. I throw Damon the engagement ring, and run out of the door, and out of the apartment building itself, where I run into someone.
"Sorry." I tell whomever I'd bumped into. As I look up, forest green eyes greet me. "Stefan?"
"Mila? What's wrong?" The younger Salvatore vampire brother asks, noticing my
tears running down my face.
"What did Damon do?" Asks a new voice, this one female. I turn to look at where the other voice came from, and look into Elena's lapis lazuli eyes. I throw myself into Stefan's arms, and cry on his shoulder.
"Come on. We'll take you back to our house, and you can tell us what happened." Elena says.
"Okay." I reply, pulling away from Stefan, and follow them to his Porsche.