Damon
It's been months since I've heard from Stefan and each worry causes me anxiety, Bonnie tries to calm me down when I wake up in bed, screaming for my brother, but I feel like she doesn't understand, where I'm coming from, I feel ashamed that I let him walk out on me like that, when I was the coward. If anything I just hope he was alive, and doing well, no matter if he was with the married women or not, Bonnie says they don't come around for counseling anymore, and I can only imagine what has happened there. I spend my days at my father's firm, trying to put work over my worries, and lose myself in it.
Bonnie's worried, I can tell, she says I don't eat much, and I begin to grow skinny, I tell her I'm fine, but she doesn't push me to talk about it, even though that's her job,
The truth is, the guilt is eating me away, and the pain of not knowing where Stefan was doesn't add any less pain my life.
I'm in the middle of a big meeting one day when I hear someone tell me I have a call on line three, some police station, I'm confused because I don't know anything about a police station, nor, do I know anyone in jail.
Suddenly, my mind drifts back to Stefan, a pang of worry goes through my chest as I grab the phone.
"Hello?" I say, impatiently, waiting to hear my brother's voice, I'm disappointed when I hear a deputy on the other line.
"Hello, are you Damon Salvatore?" He asks, and I nod my head, frantically, wanting to know what happened to my brother, a strange feeling goes through my stomach and I recognize it as the feeling I usually got after Stefan did something bad, when we were kids I was constantly getting this feeling of impending doom, and when I told Stefan, him being only 8 and I 15, he laughed at me and told me not to worry so much.
But whenever I got that feeling it was usually when Stefan got hurt.
"Yes, this is him." I say, tapping my foot against the wooden floor, my mind going a million miles per minute.
"We're calling on regards for Stefan Salvatore, and when need you go get down to the station.
I rush of panic goes through me, and I gasp.
"What h-appened?" I ask, but before I can say anything, I hear the dial tone in my ear.
I groan low and rush back to the room, canceling my meeting, I had to get to the police station and found out what the hell was going on.
I call Bonnie and she doesn't answer so I leave a message: Hey Bon, it's me, I'm going to be late tonight, jail called me and said Stefan was there, I'm kind of scared Bonnie, I don't know what to think or feel or do, all I know is I have this strange gut feeling in my stomach, and it won't go away.
I love you.
I hang up and rush out of the office to my car, the sunlight shines on my face, and I crinkle my nose, whatever today was, it wasn't going to be a good day, I could tell.
I sigh deeply, and start my truck, rushing over to the station, all I could think in the car was Stefan's words in my head.
"I started using because of you, because you stopped supporting me, you took away your love, like father and mother after she died from cancer."
I cringe, feeling the guilt set in and tears prick my eyes, I wasn't going to mess up this time, I was going to be the better brother, I needed to be, after being such a waste of space to Stefan, that he can't even talk to me, he must feel so alone right now. My heart sinks at the thought, as I park in the police station parking lot, I get out and slam my door, walking into the police station, I go to the front desk.
"Damon Salvatore, the deputy called me?" I question, and the lady hands me the forms to fill out and for a second I want to throw the forms at her face, because she's not making it any easier on me to see my brother.
I take them with a polite smile, and start to fill them out, when I see the deputy walk in, his face on me, his eyes hard.
"Mr. Salvatore?" He asks, and I spring up in my seat, taking his hand, eager to find out what's going on with my brother.
The brother I haven't seen or heard from in two months.
"Is Stefan okay?" I ask, feeling dizzy for a second.
The deputy makes a face, and I wonder if he's deciding if he should tell me or not.
"What is it?" I ask, looking into his hard eyes, my mouth frowning.
"He.. he's not doing good at all, we caught him on a drug deal, apparently he was selling cocaine, although he denies it, and he was almost beaten to death by a gang, we're still looking for the gang, they left no traces, but he broke three of his ribs, and he has heavy bruising, it's actually a miracle he's still alive."
I feel my legs stumble as the deputy, puts his hand on my shoulder.
"Are you alright?" He asks, but I'm not worried about my well being right now, I need to see my brother, my eyes go wide, and I look up at him, nodding my head numbly.
"C-can I see him?" I ask the deputy and he nods, and I almost sigh in relief.
My heart rate picks up against my chest though as I take in the deputy's words though, almost beaten to death, why? I sigh deeply, as they lead me through the door and I prepare to see the brother I haven't saw in a long time.
They lead me into his cell, and he's looking down so I barely make out his face, but when he looks up my breath hitches in my throat, he's handcuffed to a wooden bench, his head rests against the wall, his face is black and blue, and I see his eyes are closed shut, heavily bruised his breathing is shallow, and his lips and nose are busted.
"Stefan, oh my god." I say, as I start to rush over to him, but he turns his head away from me, his expression is clear: anger.
He's shaking slightly, the handcuffs rattle against the bench, making my heart sink into defiant anger.
I turn towards the deputy, not believing they had my brother handcuffed to a bench, when he clearly needed medical attention.
I turn towards the deputy, my eyebrows furrowed in anger, as my fists ball to my side.
He looks at me, confused.
"Why is my brother not in the hospital?" I ask, quietly and he leans in towards me.
"We should talk out here." He says, as he leads me out of the cell, I walk like a robot with him, feeling the anger boil in my chest at their carelessness for my brother.
"Why is my brother not being treated in a hospital?" I ask loudly and the deputy stares at me, he starts to explain he has a doctor here at the jail but I cut him off, telling him that's unacceptable and he stares hard and me and I stare back hard at him.
I can't get Stefan's face out of my mind as I clench my fists into my pants, I was so angry, I don't think I have ever been this angry in my entire life, before I know what I'm doing the deputy he yelling at me, as I grab him by his thin uniform, crashing him against the wall, my breathing is heavy, as I stare into his grey, hard, eyes.
"THAT'S MY BROTHER OVER THERE." I shout, and he tries to get me off of him, as I push him harder against the wall.
"HOW COULD YOU NOT GIVE HIM THE PROPER MEDICAL ATTENTION?" I yell again, my hands shaking as I feel someone pull me off him, I try to punch them too, but I feel a shock of electricity go through me and I fall to the floor, convulsing.
I barely see the deputy eyes before everything goes black.
My last thought is: I'm sorry I failed you, Stefan.
(Sorry, this is all Damon's POV, I wanted to add a little defan since I've been very inconsistent about it. I hope you enjoy/tolerate this update)