Walking into the kitchen to get my morning coffee I see that everyone is actually home. Including John, Alaric and Stefan.
"Oh good, you're all here." I say as I pour my coffee, "Did you actually listen to me for once or will I be the one to do it?"
"Olivia, please this isn't the way to go about this." Elena pleads with me.
"No way. I told you, you had until last night. Guess what? It's today and you haven't told her." I scoff at her.
I notice John smiling at the situation and glare at him, "You are as much to blame John. Knock it the hell off."
Jenna glances at everyone, noticing the obvious tension between them and myself. "Okay, what's going on here?"
"I had given Elena plenty of opportunities to tell you the truth in the past few months. I want you to know now that I always wanted to be honest with you. They didn't. I was outvoted every single time. Until now, now I just don't give a shit about what they want or what they think. So I'm going to tell you what you should have known for months now." I sigh annoyed at this entire situation.
"Olivia! She really doesn't need to be dragged into it!" Elena whines, crossing her arms on her chest.
"Actually, as I'm an adult Elena, I deserve to make that decision. I'm not an idiot. I have noticed the weird things that have happened lately. I want to know what the hell is going on around here. If Olivia is the only one out of all of you who has always wanted to include me, then I want to know. Now." Jenna says with a disappointed, hurt look on her face.
A smile on my face I tell her everything. Vampires, werewolves, doppelgängers, witches, originals, me, I tell her every last detail of what has happened since the Salvatore boys have entered our lives.
The real reason the fire happened at Dad's old practice, completely destroying the building. What really happened to the Mayor when he was thrown into the basement with the rest of the tomb vampires – including Damon, until Stefan saved his life.
How Damon tortured Mason for information about the moonstone, which resulted in Mason's premature death. How Tyler became a werewolf because of Katherine – Elena's doppelgänger. What really happened when they told her that she walked into a knife, why Katherine had compelled her to stab herself since Elena and Stefan had disregarded her threats. How there is vervain in her perfume, and now her bracelet – that it's the only way to stop a vampire from compelling you to do anything.
All about the impending sacrifice with Klaus. How he needs Elena alive just so he can drain her dry and break a curse. Elijah and who he really was, how much he had helped me with telling me why I've got vampire qualities without being one. How he's now daggered with a special dagger and ash in the basement of the Salvatore boarding house.
Isobel. That she is indeed Alaric's supposed dead wife, who really just became a vampire and left him for the supernatural world, and just happens to be mine and Elena's biological mother. That she has threatened us with Jeremy if we didn't comply to her wishes, that she's friends with Katherine and that John has been in contact with her the whole time.
That the Gilbert journals and everything written in them are completely true and have actually happened. It wasn't just some crazy family relative writing about nonsense; it was events they had actually witnessed.
I've never seen Jenna sit so still before in my life. Complete stillness, you can easily see the shock, the betrayal showing on her face. During story time she had made her way from her seat next to Ric to standing next to me near the island in the kitchen.
"Jenna, I know this is a lot to find out. This is why I didn't want to tell you, it's too much –" Elena began.
"No!" Jenna cuts her off, "Don't sit there and patronize me Elena. This is more than a lot to find out, mostly because I should have known about all of this already. You should have told me. Every single one of you has intentionally lied and kept this from me. You kept Olivia from telling me the truth for months!
"Of course this a lot to process, I just learned everything that has happened since the start of the school year in an hour's time. How could you do this to me? I deserved to know what is going on! I'm the one in charge Elena, not you. Not the Salvatore's. Not John. You were all placed in my guardianship, and you've all abused it to the fullest extent."
"I should have told you about Isobel. I just didn't want to ruin what we have. To put that on you." Alaric tells her quietly.
"Not telling me about her only made this all worse. I trusted you Ric. I trusted you to be honest and open with me like I've been with you. How am I to deal with the fact that for our entire relationship you have been keeping this from me? I mean for Christ sakes, I can handle this! I'm not as fragile as you all seem to think." She says scathingly at them.
"We just thought it might be better for you to not know, that you could continue to have a normal life without all of this on your mind." Stefan tries to mediate the anger and tension.
Ignoring him, she turns to me, "Thank you for telling me. I want to talk more about you and everything that Elijah told you when we're alone and have more time to discuss it. I need to get out of here for a day or two, I'm going to campus, I have a thesis to write and I can't focus here. You can come see me if you need anything.
The rest of you, I'll let you know when I don't feel as hurt and betrayed as I do now. If you're even thinking about continuing to lie to me, then you can all go to hell. I expected the secrets and dishonesty from John, after all I'm not a Gilbert, but I didn't think that the rest of you would do this to me."
Watching her leave I wait until she's up the stairs, "Well as much fun as this has been, I've gotta go get ready. Plans for the day and whatnot."
"You're really just going to leave? You can't be serious! After all the drama and issues you just caused and you're just going to leave?" Elena yells at me in anger and hurt.
Turning back around to look into the kitchen, " I didn't cause any of this Elena. You did. I kept telling you, over and over for months that we should come clean and tell her the truth. Jenna deserves to make her own choices; she deserves to know what is really out there. Her not knowing was going to get her killed and you're all incredibly thick if you don't think so. Let her cool off, give her time to wrap her head around this and maybe she'll learn to trust you all again. She's going to be fine."
Passing Jenna on the stairs as she comes down with a large duffel bag and her backpack, "Keep the bracelet on, it's got vervain in it and make sure you keep up with the perfume, I even put some in your shampoo too. I don't trust that she won't try and have Damon compel you to forget this.
"I'm going to the city to stay with Chris for the night. I'll text you when I get there and I've already got someone from school to take notes for me since I wont be there. I just really need to get away from all this."
Pulling me in for another hug, "Have fun in the city. Do something crazy, get a tattoo or something, act like the seventeen year old that you are. I'll keep the bracelet on, and I'll continue with the perfume. In the shampoo is genius too."
Locking the door to my room I grab my carry on sized bag and begin to grab all the things I'll need for a night in the city. All my makeup, hair products, a few different pieces of jewelry, comfy clothes for when we're at his apartment hanging out, and a few different options for if we decide to go out somewhere in the city.
Christopher Hastings is a guy who I've known since the sandbox. He's one of my best friends even though he's four years older than I am, and he abandoned me to live in New York. Not that I blame him, I plan on leaving this little town as soon as I possibly can. He went for college as an art major and now he's an incredible tattoo artist – has his own shop and everything. He still paints and draws for fun, though sometimes he'll show his work in galleries around New York. He's one of the most talented people I've ever met.
Plus him living in New York has always given me a place to stay and a reason to visit the city. My parents never had a problem with me going to see him; it was always purely platonic, instant friendship between a four year old and an eight year old. They still saw us as those innocent little kids, thank god for that to, since he's the first person who ever got me drunk or showed me how to smoke from a bong.
I last saw him before school started, and with everything that's happened I've missed the last few monthly visits. I miss him; I miss the visits to his apartment, us gallivanting around the city like immature children who finally are out of their parent's sight. The short reprieve from high school, immature boy drama, and now it'll be a giant reprieve from all the supernatural bullshit going on in my life.
Grabbing my purse off my bed, I make my way to my car. Stopping for a second by the front door long enough to hear that Damon is now in the kitchen with everyone else. Smirking to myself, I run out to my car and drive away, leaving Mystic Falls behind for the next two days.
A/N-
I know this chapter is a bit on the shorter side, but I had originally had this combined with what is now going to be chapter six. It was just much to long for me, and while I was reading it over I didn't like the way I had it so I separated it into two separate chapters instead. So don't worry, the next chapter is much, much longer than this one is.