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Stefan
Two weeks later, Damon invites me to his apartment, for dinner. I almost decline, out of fear. Everything was going too good lately, my sales were up, I had customers around the clock, everyone was very pleased with my business. Carly came over on occasion and we would smoke and fuck but nothing's else. Every time we fucked though, I always pictured her as Elena, her perfect manicured claws digging into my back, her high voice echoing in my ears as I pound into her I think Carly notices but she doesn't say anything. There was still some lust there, but who would blame me? The girl is a walking model, I see her occasionally her long tan legs in some running shorts, or a short dress that leaves my imagination wild. The town talks and I always here something about the captain's wife and how their working out their marriage, I guess I'm not the only one who knew they were doomed but I keep my opinions to myself and busy myself with boxing, I read books and see if I can practice moves on the dummy I bought. It was a distraction tactic, to get my mind of the girl with doe brown eyes that made my heart fucking sing. I learn as many moves as I can each day, increasing my knowledge, I always want to be prepared, in case something happens, that's the thing they don't tell you, you need to protect yourself as a drug dealer but you do, crazy shit happens, you could get robbed or mugged for your drugs especially on the south side of town.
I snap back to reality and hop into the shower, I wanted to look good for Damon, have him not worried about me. I put on a plaid shirt and shave a little, so the stubble on my chin isn't so thick. I throw on a pair of pants and fix my hair in the mirror, combing it so it doesn't look so messy. I couldn't hide that I was excited, I was going to have dinner with my brother, something I thought wouldn't have happened in my lifetime two weeks ago. I decide to walk over there so I can hit up the liquor store down the street. Damon's apartment is only two blocks away from the loft and I've been feeling lazy, I lock up the loft and step out in the cold night, it doesn't bother me as I walk to the liquor store on the corner, the guy knows me by name. I sell him his heroin and he in return gives me free liquor,anything I want.
"Hey, man." I say, going to the wooden counter he's standing behind.
He smiles at me.
"Stefan." He says, smiling at me, he's missing some teeth and I see the tracks on his arms from the needles, some deeper then others.
"I'm gonna need some wine for tonight." I say, looking at him with a smile.
He dust his hands off his dirty apron and smiles, going to the back to look for wine.
"Hot date, tonight?" He yells, and I hear him shifting through bottles.
"Nah." I yell back, waiting.
He comes back with a wine and it looks expensive, I almost feel guilty for taking it for free.
"White Chardonnay perfect for dinner." He explains, handing me the bottle and I take it.
I try to give him a 20 but he refuses.
"Just have my order ready." He says and I nod in understanding.
I look at my watch, fearing I'll be late, he puts it in a paper bag and I thank him quickly, walking out with it into the cold night.
The streetlamps barely light up the sidewalk as I light up a cigarette, walking.
I make there in record time, stamping out my cigarette as I knock on the door, my palms sweaty of apprehension.
Bonnie answers wearing a black dress and a maroon cardigan.
"Stefan!" She cries out with a warm smile as she wraps her arms around me, I'm a little stunned but hug her back anyway, smiling.
"Hello, Bonnie." I say, as I hand her the wine.
She looks at the bottle and her green eyes light up as she takes it, "Oh wine, your brother will be pleased, he's turned into a wino."
Damon somewhere in the background yells I heard that! And we both laugh.
"Come on, inside, make yourself at home." She says as I step inside.
Their apartment is huge, fancy paintings on the wall, leather couches, a flat screen t.v. The dining room is a long wooden table with expensive china as the setting. I instantly feel under dressed as I marvel at the beauty.
Damon comes out of the bathroom in a suit, his cheeks red and his face lights up when he sees me.
"Stefan!" He yells, smiling, his arms hug me and I hug back.
"You made it." He says, grinning at me, I smile back.
"Of course." I say, standing there.
Him Bonnie and I sit down to talk, I tell them about the recent events in my life and they listen, happy to be here with me.
Bonnie's cellphone rings in the middle of dinner and she steps away, answering it.
"Bonnie's been busy lately." Damon says as she comes back inside she rolls her eyes and nods her head, sitting down.
"Yes, there is this married couple I'm counseling and it's like torture watching them, their obviously so wrong for each other. And she pretends that she doesn't have any problems and yeah its a mess." She laughs, getting back to dinner.
I smirk, looking down as I cut up my own chicken.
Damon must have noticed my expression because he asks me what's wrong?
I shrug it off playfully, but Bonnie is interested in this topic, too.
They both stare at me.
"I just know who you're talking about." I say as I fork a piece of chicken into my mouth.
Bonnie looks at me, her expression changed.
"Elena and Matt, right? The captain's wife?" I ask, and she nods,
swallowing her food.
I feel Damon tense up next to me.
"Stefan, how do you know Elena?" He asks, looking my way. I see the same judgment in his eyes from two weeks ago and I roll my eyes in annoyance.
"She buys drugs from me.. we didn't do anything but.. every time I'm around her. I want to, I get these lust feelings Damon and I can tell she feels a connection too.." I trail off and look at Damon.
He fidgets with his fork, his blue eyes filled with concern.
"What, spit it out." I say, annoyed, I take a sip of wine.
"You want a married women?" He asks in disbelief, judgment taking over his tone.
"Are you insane?" He adds and I feel my body tense up, I stare at him, coldly. The conversation takes a turns of events from
warm to tense.
"I don't need judgment from the perfect son." I mutter, looking away.
"Perfect? Hardly. You could of been but you got into drugs, you did it to yourself, Stefan. I don't feel sorry for you." He says, his voice polite and proper but I jerk back, burned to the core at his comment.
"My fault? You wanna know something Damon, I got into drugs because you stopped supporting me, you stopped caring and now you wonder why I'm so fucked up when all I wanted was your love, but you took it away like father did, like mother died and you expect me to fucking swim after that? No I sunk! And I did this."
I yank my sleeve up to reveal the scars on my upper arm, each one from the needle of the heroin.
He winces at them but keeps his face hard.
"Well that's what you do, you ruin your life because you can't cope. Can't act like an adult." He says, his voice cold and hard, almost void.
I feel anger float through my veins as my heart rate picks up. I slow clap for him and he looks up at me "Congratulations Damon you just proved to me how much of a heartless dick, you really are." I sneer and he looks hurt but my anger is fueling this rage inside of me.
"Don't you ever come back here and try to act like you care about me again.
I fucking hate you." I spit out, and he stares at me, not moving.
Bonnie tries to intervene but I cut her off.
"Oh and lusting after a married women? Can't be as bad as denying your love for the women right in front of you like a coward all those years, in fear of disappointing Daddy." I mock him my voice cold and Bonnie looks at Damon, a confused look on her face.
"At least I fucking stick to my choices like a man, you're a coward. So fuck you, I'm out."
I stand up and grab my plate, smashing it in the ground out of rage. Nobody tries to stop me as I leave and I don't care, the black night is the
perfect setting for my anger as I storm out and down the street. I had to get rid of this sadness from my heart and I knew exactly how, once I get back to my apartment I roll a joint, smashing some pills up in it. I light it up and lean my head back, , not caring if I lived or died from at this point.
I feel the effect of the drugs take over as I lean back, the room spinning but it's a good high, a great high.
My mind drifts back to Elena, I had to talk to her, tell her some things on my mind. I slowly get up, stumbling a bit as I make my way down the street.
The light seem blinding against my eyes and my skin's on fire but I feel very content and at peace as I feel the weed sensation kick in.
I stumble down the streets until I get to the residential pristine neighborhood she lived at, she must love living here, I notice there's
bushes on either side of the houses, the houses are huge and I'm sure there's alarm systems but I don't care at this point. I don't wanna be alone, tonight. My thoughts drift back to her address and I can barely make out the street signs but I see their car parked in the driveway, Mr and Mrs. Donavan the sign reads, leading to their house I smirk and walk into the black shadows behind the house, I assume which one is there bedroom and pick up some pebbles, throwing them as light as I can against the window.
She needs to hurry and get out here, I need her, need her body pressed against mine, even if it's just a hug, a pity hug, having her in my arms would be the best thing right now.