Stefan
I watch her leave with my plaid shirt in her hands and my heart feels like it's going to explode from sadness. I turn back around and Tom watching me, his expression is unreadable as he sits down on the chair.
"Hey." I say, regaining some of my tranquility and walking over to him.
"Hey, I'm leaving soon." He says, as he starts out the conversation on a sad note when I'm already sad, I internally roll my eyes and look at him.
"Stef, I just want to make you are safe." He explains, looking down at his hands, I notice their shaking a little.
"I'll be okay, Tom. I always am." I say, while I sit down on the bed opposite from him.
Tom sighs and decides to change the subject, not believing me, but I can tell he's too tired to fight about it.
"That girl.. Elena, you really love her, don't you?" He asks out of the blue, and the term love gets my heart rate up, as I picture her in my mind, her face so concerned for me and beautiful, the way she smiles makes me insides quiver and her laugh is cute but there's a sexy undertone to it, she makes me feel so high and alive and I wouldn't trade her for anything in this world.
"Yes." I say simply, watching Tom's eyes light up, as he pats my back.
"Good, I'm glad. It's about time you picked yourself up from your guilt and started being happy again." He says, looking into my eyes.
I smile lightly and nod, but little did he know I wasn't going to see her for a long time and the thought alone crushed me.
"Wanna go grab a couple beers?" He asks and I nod my head, grabbing my leather jacket and throwing it on. I look at myself in the mirror as Tom patiently waits for me downstairs in his BMW. My eyes glance over to the picture hanging on the line to dry, I walk over and take it off carefully, making sure it's dry. There she is laying in bed with her long legs, wearing my plaid button up, I take the picture and take a closer look, her eyes are closed and she's laughing like nothing in this world could touch her, my heart swells up when I realize this is how happy I make her. I smile and grab my wallet, looking at the picture before I tuck it in my wallet, I shove my wallet in my back pocket and head out to meet Tom.
Tom starts driving away from the Loft and I watch it fade out of view, as I look out the window. I can't help but to think of Elena, what's she's doing, how she's feeling.
Eventually, we get to the bar and Tom orders us some drinks.
"So, are you excited to get back to Cali?" I ask, looking at him.
He shrugs his shoulders, taking a swig of beer.
"Guess so." He whispers, and it's the first time I notice the sadness in his eyes.
"Hey, what's up?" I ask, taking a swig of beer, his eyes meet mine.
"It's just.. Caroline." He whispers her name like a silent prayer and I listen intently.
"She broke things up last night, guess she's trying to get her marriage back together." He laughs at himself, taking another swig.
Doubt beings to creep into the back of my mind about Elena, will she leave me to? For Matt?
"Well, some things aren't meant to be." I say sadly and he nods, raising his beer to that.
"But you and Elena I can tell it's more then what Caroline and I had, you guys seem to really care for each other." He says, smiling lightly at me.
I feel my cheeks being to heat up.
"We do." I say slowly, taking another swing of beer.
I smile shyly and Tom beats my back with his hand.
I grunt and he laughs.
"Captains wife got you whipped." He says fascinated and I chuckle, shaking my head.
"Shut up, Tom." I say, bashfully as I hide my smile with a chug of beer.
"Damn never thought I'd see the day." He says, laughing as he finishes his beer, too.
It was true, I was whipped, I was madly in love with this girl, this women, she's mine, and I don't plan on letting her go. Love is so fickle and then I met her and she showed me love can last if you have passion, and we do we have incredible passion and chemistry and a real connection. It's a real relationship, the realest one I have ever been in.
Tom and I spend the whole night talking about meaningless things when he realize it's one in the morning, looking at his watch.
"Dammit, I got a plane to catch." He says, looking at me, and I smile, shrugging my shoulders.
"Alright, I'll drop you off." He says, as he stands up, he pays for our tab, and I stumble in the back of his B.M.W, drunk.
He gets to my loft, and I get out, thanking, him and we exchange our goodbyes, saying we'll see each other again, really soon. I stumble for my keys, and go to unlock the door when I feel a familiar hand around my neck, I turn around, smirking.
My face falls when I realize it's Carly, she pushes me against my door, making my back hurt, as she trails kisses down my neck.
"I missed you so much." She whispers, as she tries to undo my jeans, but I push her with a scowl on my face.
"Get off me." I say, my voice rising and she looks at me, hurt.
"Stefan, what's wrong with you?" She asks, and I distance the space between us, still drunk, but even with this vision, I know she's not Elena.
"I met someone, it's over." I say gruffly, as I pick up my keys from the ground, they must have fell from my pocket.
"Wh-at?" She asks, but I don't even look at her face, as I slam the door shut in her face, for once I don't feel guilty, as I throw my keys down on the table.
I groan and lay on the couch, the room spinning before me, I grab my wallet and take out the picture that makes me heart sing, as I look at it, gently tracing my finger over her cheek in the picture.
"I miss you Elena." I whisper and I feel myself fading out again, as I look up at the ceiling and close my eyes, wishing I was in another universe and she would be knocking at my door.
Time jumps and it's been two weeks since I've seen Elena, business has been great, and I work on my numbers through out the afternoon, people come and go and stop by, and it makes me happy that business is booming, it just sucks because I haven't seen Elena in a long time, and I miss her every day, I think about her. I know she said she didn't want me calling or coming over, but I feel so alone without her, I wonder if she was thinking about me, too. Or if she just forgot about me and moved on with her life?
I sigh deeply, trying to block these thoughts from my mind, she said she loved me, she promised she'd never leave, she probably does miss you like hell, too. Stop being such a pussy, Stefan. I scold myself.
I hadn't heard any of those gangs give me another warning, so they must have backed out on that, which is good because I knew they wouldn't do shit to me.
I'm boxing in the attic in my shorts and tank top, my huffs of breath remind me of when I was last with Elena, her body under me, and every time I close my eyes, I see her sweet face going over the edge as we make love, each hit to the punching back, is like her skin on mine, and her moans echo through my ears. I feel myself get sad at this so naturally I get angry.
I begin to beat the punching back, laying kicks to it, my forehead breaking out into a sweat until I feel like I can't breathe anymore, I lean down, and wipe the sweat from my face with my t-shirt.
When suddenly my phone starts ringing, it's an unknown caller, and for a second I think it might be Elena.
"Hello?" I ask, studying my finger nails. I didn't want to sound too desperate with her.
"Hey, heard you sell drugs?." The unknown caller says.
"Who's asking?" I say, still wiping my face.
"Does it really matter, I want some cocaine, do you have the hook up or not?" The voice says, and I squint my eyes.
Cocaine was very valuable and I needed the money by the end of the night for rent.
"How much?" I ask, narrowing my eyes at this unknown person calling me.
"6,000." His gruff voice says and I almost drop the phone if I go right now then I will have enough money for a whole month's worth of rent.
"Aright." I say, asking him his address, he tells me and I think to myself I never been to that area before, but I shrug it off, grabbing my leather jacket as I get on my bike, heading to the address, the rain whips in my helmet, and I finally get there, thirty minuets away from town, my skin crawls with worry as I step off my bike, knocking on the door in the alleyway, rain sloshes my shoes and makes them squeak, I take off the bike helmet, cocaine in hand.
Suddenly I hear some men walking to the alley in the back of me, I turn around and look, seeing their dark faces in the moonlight.
"I don't want any trouble." I say, holding my hands up.
"Should of thought about that until you came here, I thought you were smart, Salvatore?" The voice asks, his face concealed by a black mask, I notice their all carrying weapons, some are knifes, and others are wooden clubs, my skin runs cold, as I realize that this was a set up, and I was the idiot that fell right into it. I drop the cocaine in the ground in front of them.
"Here take it, raid my bike." I say, my voice calm, but inside I'm shaking from nervousness, this was the toughest gang in town, and I have heard horrible stories of the things they did to people they don't like.
The guy in a black mask, with black gloves, who seems to be the leader, steps in front of me with a knife, I throw my hands up, a pensive expression on my face.
"We don't want your fucking drugs, we want our turf back." He says, getting closer to me with the knife.
I hear a few murders of yeah, in the background, and I stand still, hearing my heart thud in my chest.
Suddenly, I think about something that will keep me safe, I start to run, but a bigger guys, grabs me by the hood of my jacket, throwing me in the circle of men.
"Say your last words, Salvatore, we doubt you'll survive this one." Says the big man, in the black mask, I look around them, sizing them up, I could probably take a few of them, but it wouldn't be enough, I wish Tom was here with me.
One grabs me roughly by the collar, slamming his fist into my face, I watch as blood falls to the wet concrete, but all I do is laugh, my father beat my worse then this.
Pretty soon, their all punching and kicking and scratching me, I feel my insides feel like their getting torn out, as they kick me in the guts, and I scream, begging them to stop, but they carry on, and just when I feel like I'm going to have a black out, they rip my shirt off, and hold me down, as I squirm against them, trying to get away, trying to save my worthless life.
I feel the dig of pain in my back as I scream in agony, it doesn't go away and it only gets worse when I feel blood dripping down my back, rain falls down my body, and I shiver lightly, barely seeing the ground as they let me up, another guy takes a swing at me, and they hold me down, taking turns at beating me, I feel my ribs break in three places as I lay down on the cold ground, the kick me one last time, and I finally taste the blood in my mouth, as I feel spit down on my shoulder, the leader must have spit on me to show an example. The last thing I hear before I black out is.
"We found a guy, he's selling cocaine."
There was no doubt I was fucked.
I'm sorry, father, Damon, mother, I have failed you guys, and now I was going to hell to pay the price.
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