Chapter 2
Damon's Pov
We drove in silence for what seemed like forever. I looked over at Bonnie, and you could see her excitement in her eyes.
"So, the reason we bought you two is because our children are coming of age, so they need to learn responsibility. So Bonnie, you are for our son, Jeremy. And Damon, you are for our daughter, Elena. We also have an adoptive daughter, named Caroline. But she already has a slave named Stefan." Miranda broke the silence.
Bonnie looked back and forth from Miranda and me with wide eyes. "Wait, does this Stefan have a last name?"
I wished she hadn't pushed it. But I needed to know.
"Well, I think it was something like Salvatore. Why do you ask?"
"Oh my god. Oh my god! Sorry for cursing. But Damon's last name is Salvatore, and he lost his slave brother, Stefan." Miranda didn't seem to be following. "See the connection?" Bonnie was getting so excited.
"Well, I don't know. But yes they could be brothers, but it's a slim chance. But that would be quite cool." Miranda smiled.
We finally made it to the house. It was huge. Probably double the size of Kathrine's. But when we walked through the door, I immediately felt betrayed. There were pictures of the family all over one wall, and there she was. Kathrine. This must have been a set up to get me back. Had she gotten my brother too? I just flipped out. Luckily, they were doctors and they had a sedative already.
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It was still dark. Blood was dripping down my back. I could vaguely hear the screams of my younger brother Stefan.
"No! No! She's lying I swear! We wouldn't rape her. Stop. No!"
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I woke up with someone sitting next to me. A boy I assumed was Jeremy.
"Good, you're awake." He said. "Are you ok?"
"I should be asking you that. Didn't I punch you or something?" I felt very bad. The only thing I could think of doing was being sarcastic.
"Yeah I'm fine. But seriously. You're ok. Actually we've dealt with this before. Like a few months ago another boy also freaked out."
"Wait, wait. What's this boy's name?" I was very curious. Could it be my brother. I mean, it was a very low chance, but I still had hope.
"Um I think it was Stefan or something like that." He looked confused. "Why?"
"Oh my god. I need to see him. Right now. I need to know if it's him."
"If he's who?"
"My brother." Boom bombshell just dropped on Jeremy.
Jeremy led me through the hallway and downstairs. Apparently mine and my mistress's rooms were in the attic. We went down to the second level and ended up by four doors. They all had names carved on them. Jeremy, Bonnie, Caroline, and lastly, Stefan.
Jeremy knocked on the door labeled Stefan, "Hey man, you in there?" There was no response. "Ok, that means he's in the backyard. Probably journaling again."
Jeremy now led me down another flight of stairs, through the kitchen and out the sliding door. The backyard was more beautiful than any other slave owners.
There was a little stone walkway leading to a gazebo, and blooming flowers on either side of it. There were bushes and trees along the fence, and on the side there were planter boxes where the produce was grown. When we got into the gazebo, I noticed there was a little bench in it and there was Stefan. Sitting and listening to music on his phone.
"Hello Brother." I said.
Stefan looked up, clearly startled. "Holy! Oh my god! Damon. It's you. I thought you had died when you never sent any letters or anything."
I was confused. "Wait how would I have sent you letters? I didn't know your address."
"Wait what? I told the slave traders to tell you. Ugh those dirty bastards. Excuse my language." He said looking at Jeremy.
"It's ok. They really are." He shrugged.
Stefan and I caught up, apparently he was dating my mistress, and it was going well, and her parents were very supportive of it. I told him about my little friend Bonnie who I called Bon Bon. And he told me that Mrs. and Mr. Gilbert treated their servants very well. They had even given him an allowance and for his birthday they got him a phone that came with earbuds so then he could communicate with people.
"So Damon, I actually never knew this about Stefan, but how old were you guys when you were sold? We normally get therapy for slaves, and we already know that you guys need help with this Kathrine chick, but i'd help to know how old you guys have been slaves." Jeremy asked.
"Well, I got sold at age twelve, and I'm nineteen now, and Stefan got sold at age ten, and I believe he's seventeen now, right?" Stefan nodded towards me.
"Oh my god that's quite a long time. Um, how long had you been with Kathrine? Because according to what I read on your files, you're previous slave owners were quite harsh. Especially Kathrine."
"Um, probably three to four years." Stefan said.
"Um, ok. Can we talk to my parents about this. I know that there is a lot of trauma, but my parents can find you therapy together if you want." Jeremy suggested.
We finally reluctantly agreed and went into the house for dinner and later apparently they allowed us to have dessert. Then we sat down all together, Mr. and Mrs. Gilbert, Stefan, Jeremy, Bon Bon, and myself.
"So first off we're going to tell you a bit about our family. First we adopted Elena. She is going to turn 18 in about a month and a half." Miranda Gilbert said.
"Wait, wait, adopted?!" Jeremy was very alarmed.
"Yes," Grayson Gilbert said. "We wanted to tell you. And we also are going to tell Elena next week when she comes back. But there's another thing. We dug deeper into Kathrine's background, and apparently we believe that Elena and Kathrine are twins."
Both Stefan and I were now the alarmed ones. We quickly got over it though. Just like me, it looked like Stefan still had some trauma and fears about slave owners.
"But let's get back on topic. Um, Caroline who is seventeen, is also adopted. Ever since her mom became the town sheriff, she doesn't have much time for Caroline anymore. Then we have Jeremy who is going to turn seventeen in three months. He is our only biological child. Oh and we are thinking about getting a dog too, so if that'll be a problem just let us know." Miranda finished.
"Oh and to make things clear, Damon, you are for Elena, Stefan, you're Caroline's, and Bonnie, you are Jeremy's. And you are to mostly only answer to them, but if they aren't around like this week since Caroline and Elena are at cheer camp, you can answer to Jeremy or us." Grayson actually finished.
"Ok, sounds very nice. Thank you so much Mr. and Mrs. Gilbert." I said.
"Oh please, call us Miranda and Grayson." They kindly excused themselves and went up to bed.
After a few minutes of small talk we noticed it was starting to get late, so we just decided to go to bed.
Thank god I am here now. But sadly yet another nightmare of Kathrine was going to come when I fell asleep again.
