Elena
I drag my butt off his bed, and get to the door, I felt he lightly squeezed my ass when I got up, I gasp lightly, in fake horror, and cover my mouth, he has his dirty smirk on and it sends shivers all the way down to my toes, my heart beat picks up, as I uncover my mouth and bite my lip gently, I focus on him through my eyelashes, his smirk upturns into a sly grin, and he wiggles his eyebrows at me.
Suddenly, I am lost in deep thought, thinking of the dirty things he was going to do to me, once I returned from my shower, my hands slightly shake as flashbacks of last time pop into my head, how rough he was, but it was perfect.
He has my toes wanting to curl, as I exit his room, going down the hall to the shower, towel in hand, I close my eyes, and picture his face above mine, my insides turn into jelly, but I force myself to snap out of it, opening the bathroom door.
I shrug off my work out clothes, it's true I had run two miles after I left Stefan to sleep, and then went picked up Jackson from his soccer game, fed him, Matt said he was going to be late, so I called Caroline over to come watch Jackson, and told her to tell Matt that I had an emergency meeting for the neighborhood watch committee, praying to God he wasn't tracking my cell phone.
Stefan was my on my mind all day, and I hoped that he was okay and had eaten. When I got to the house, I saw that he was wide awake, and he looked healthy, like he ate, which is good, his green eyes lit up with he saw me and it hurt for a second, I was lying to him, I was deceiving him, but I knew I couldn't tell him the truth, he would never forgive me for bailing him out.
Plus, Damon told me not to, because he didn't want to lose Stefan again, and I felt bad for him, the fact that he hadn't seen Stefan in awhile before all this happened and now Stefan was fully back in his life, and I could understand why Damon didn't want him to leave, it's his brother.
That is the reason I kept the secret, although I couldn't lie the guilt was eating me away all the time.
I sigh deep, and pull back the shower curtain, turning the knob, the water pours out on the marble floor and shed the rest of my clothes, dipping my toe into the water, to test the hotness, when I'm satisfied with the temperature I leap in, letting the water spray all over me.
I'm done in a matter of seconds, not even thinking as I wrap the towel around my wet body, shaking slightly as I turn off the shower, stepping out, I curse out loud when I almost slip on a patch of wet on the floor.
I take the towel off my body and dry my hair with it, until it's wet and hanging down my back, I wrap the fluffy towel around my body again, rejoicing in the warmth as I pick up my clothes.
I walk out of the bathroom, covered in the fluffy towel as, clothes in my hands, as I make my way back to the room, suddenly I see a figure in the dark, and I almost yelp in surprise, but I realize it's Damon.
He's dressed in a tux and his hair is tousled, and his blue eyes look at me in surprised, as I run a hand through my wet hair, a sheepish smile on my face.
"Uhh sorry, I didn't know you'd be down here?" I ask, in a whisper tone, as he looks at me.
"Yeah, sorry, I had to grab something for Bonnie down here.. it won't take long.. you spending the night again?" He asks, looking through a pile of clothes.
I nod my head, even though he can't see it.
"Uh yeah, are you two going out or something?" I ask, looking at him, he smiles softly, and nods his head.
I feel a warmness in my chest, Bonnie and Damon deserved to go out after all the crap they went through these past couples of days.
And I almost wonder if Stefan and I could be like that in the future, go out on dates.
But suddenly, guilt builds up in my stomach as I think of my secret I was keeping from him.
"Damon.. I don't know if I can do this anymore." I whisper, looking down at my bare toes.
I think he catches on to what I mean because he immediately tenses up, stopping his search for whatever Bonnie wanted down here, in the basement.
"Elena.. please." He whispers, and I finally look up at him, his eyes are filled with tears a little.
"It just doesn't feel right to lie.." I whisper, feeling my own sadness kick in.
"Elena, please don't if he finds out he's gone." He says in a sad hushed tone,
I stare at Damon, his lips trembling a little, his hands clenched at his sides, and suddenly the guilt I feel turned into compassion, as I stare at Stefan's brother.
His face rises and falls, as he breathes deeply, waiting for me to respond.
"Fine I'll keep the secret." I finally whisper, feeling my hands shake against my towel, I knew what it was, I wasn't cold, I was slowly drowning in the guilt.
Damon surprises me with a hug, it's platonic, but I feel his pain in it, as I close my eyes. I had to keep this secret to keep them together.
"Thank you." He mumbles against my hair, and I sigh deep, nodding my head as he pulls back, suddenly his face lights up as he reaches behind me grabbing black tights.
"Jack pot." He says, a proud smile, as he heads back upstairs, I hear Bonnie and Damon shuffle out the door, and I take a deep breath, heading back to Stefan's room.
A million thoughts crash invade my brain, as I open the knob with shaky fingers.
I walk in and see Stefan leaning against the wall, joint in hand, as he blows the smoke out the window. I stare at him confused, wrapping the towel, tight around my body, his eyes snap up at me, once filled with joy now filled with coldness as he blows the smoke in my direction.
A shiver shoots down my spine as I stare at him, waiting for him to speak.
He laughs lightly, and I furrow my eyebrows at him, the way he's looking at me makes me feel like an animal, and he's the lion, like he's going to pounce on me at any time, I shiver lightly, and want to blame it on the cold in the room.
"You know, Elena.." He takes a deep hit from the joint, holding the smoke in, and sputters out, closing the window, as he puts the joint out.
He stares at me, his green eyes in a haze now, and I feel even more nervous now, he's so calm, and I don't understand why, is he mad at me?
" I knew you had a kid, I knew you had a husband, who didn't treat you the way you should be, I knew you cared for me, but this... I didn't know you were a liar, too."
He stares at me, his face patient, but his eyes tell a different story as they flash with rage.
My blood runs cold.
He knows.
My pulse begins to pick up against my chest, as I hold my towel tighter.
"Stefan.. .I.." I start to say, but he cuts me off, a harsh laugh in my face, as his green eyes scan down my body, they linger long on my pushed out breasts, from gripping the towel, too tight, they move back up my face again, his green eyes hard against my brown eyes.
"I don't want to hear it, Elena, I just want you to leave and never show your face here, again, I mean are you stupid? Did you think I wouldn't find out.. and now your husband is asking where the money went, what are you gonna tell him, huh? Tell him you spent it on your drug dealer boyfriend? Are you going to lie to him, too? Is that what you do, Elena? How do I even know that you love me.." He laughs lightly again, as if it's the funniest thing in the world, suddenly, he's against me, I'm being pushed against the wall, his hot breath against my neck.
My heart beat is almost out of my chest, as he reaches out for a stray brown hair and tucks it behind my ear, his touch light against my earlobe.
I process the words he said somehow, how does he know that I love him?
I shake my head, my eyes wide as I look at him, his chest rising and falling against my towel, I can see he's high, his movements slow, and for a second I think I can get away before things get too tense, but I find my body reacting a different way, wanting to pull him closer.
"I love you, Stefan, I do." I whisper, slowly, and his head snaps up at my eyes again, his nostrils flaring.
"Don t' lie!" He snarls, his body pressed against mine, again, my breath comes out heavy.
"I was ready to leave Matt for you!" I yell, feeling my face heat up in anger, his eyes don't leave mine, I see him process the words I just said, his face softening, but then hardens, my heart sinks in sadness when I realize he doesn't believe me.
"You weren't ready to leave him." He chuckles dryly, staring at me.
"And all those nights we spent together, we're those lies too?" He adds as he whispers against my ear, and I close my eyes.
"We're you just fucking me to get back at Matt?" He adds, his warm hand drifting up my thigh, sending tingles down my spine, fucking him to get back at Matt?
I feel my head start to spin, as his hands goes higher, ghosting up my inner thigh, a finger trails closer, I'm sure he can feel the way my body responds to him.
"Stefan,you know, I love you.." I whisper, leaning my head against the wall, wanting his fingers to go higher, I feel the desire rush over me in waves.
"I don't believe you, Elena, you lied to me, and you know I fucking hate liars." He says, in hushed tone, his eyes on mine, as he pulls back, and my breath comes out in a huff, he places his hand on my stomach, sending tingles up my spine. Each stroke to my stomach is gentle, but then in a flash he grabs my arms, roughly, throwing me on the mattress, I don't even have time to react as the soft texture hits my back, my towel still on, as I pull it closer to me, he gets on top of me, pressing me hard into the mattress, as I try to turn my head away from him, tell him I won't be treated like this over what I did, but I feel my body reacting in a different way, lust and desire takes over.
He notices my disgusted expression, his face doesn't soften as his fingertips
trail up my cheeks, roughly turning my head to his, his lips barely touching mine, as I stare into his green eyes, their hazed over, but shining with malice, as I squirm under him.
"What are you going to do with me?" I wonder out loud in a slow breath
, and his smiles at me, it's not sweet, it's not innocent, it's downright sinister, his hand still pressed against my stomach.
"You're going to get punished." He whispers, against my neck, I close my eyes and as he suddenly swoops down and kisses me hard, his hand entangled in my hair, as he yanks at it, forcing our lips apart and together again, a breathy moan escapes my lips, as he shoves his tongue into my mouth, tasting my mouth like I'm the last drop of water, his other hand under my towel, tracing light circles against my inner thigh, my breath hitches in my throat and I feel dizzy as he presses his knee in between
my legs, and I shake my head, not wanting to give into the pleasure, this was sick and twisted.
He finally stops trying to fight me as grabs my hair, causing me to yelp in pain as he flips us over, so that body is draped over his lap, the towel half off, revealing my ass to him, his touch is against it, he massages it. I close my eyes, loving the warm feeling in the pit of my stomach.
"Your first punishment." He smirks down at me, so helpless, as I squirm against him.
I feel my nipples peak against the towel, as his hand comes down on my ass, spanking me hard, the shock registers against my body as a mewl escapes my lips, my ass tingling, and I'm sure it was red.
I close my eyes.
"You like that?" He questions, as he spanks me again when I doesn't answer, my cheeks heating up, as I feel my wetness against my thigh, thanking God that the towel was covering me. He spanks me again,
each time becomes a little harder as I feel my hips rise up against each hit, I did like it, it was making me more turned on, getting treated like this, each hit sent me to a high place, where I didn't want to come down.
"I'm so fucking mad, right now, I want you to feel it somehow." He says, his tone cold, as he grabs my wrists, lifting me back on his lap, my ass hurts against his lap, as he kisses me again his kiss rough as he's still gripping my wrist against his chest. One hand entangles back in my hair, yanking on it, my head jerks back, as his lips taste my neck, my body shaking against his from all the spanking.
"I'm going to use you like a whore, you thought I was a nice guy? Nah. I used to fuck for sport but then I met you and I did it for love, but that turned out to be a lie, just like everything in my life." He bites my neck hard, and I cry out, feeling the sting, his hands letting go of my wrists, as he rips off the towel, he sucks on my neck as his fingers tug at my nipples, I feel a burning in my stomach as he lets go of my neck from his teeth, he pushes me back against the head board, ordering me to lay down, I'm shaking as he pulls me roughly so I'm laying down, his lips are tender against my stomach, and I sigh in relief from the familiar feeling but then a sadness washes over me as I realize this is probably the last time I'll see him.
I hold onto his head, as he pleasures me with his tongue, each thrust is short, but the licks are long, as he plays with my swollen nub, I close my eyes and picture better times between us, when he wasn't so angry, and I didn't feel so fucking bad for lying, but I knew he wasn't going to want to talk about it, I should just let him have his way with me. My legs shake as I put them over his shoulders, his tongue still deep inside of me, it takes one last thrust and I cry out, approaching an orgasm, our heavy pants fill the room, and he grabs my arms up, hoisting me up, as he removes his pants, his erection against me, I feel my stomach tighten from the pressure as he slips inside of me, a moan escapes
my lips, feeling him fill me again, my head leans back, I almost forget that he's mad at me, and then he starts thrusting, I grab onto his shoulders each thrust is filled with pleasure and pain, as he goes deeper, holding me down, his hands yanking my hair, an overwhelming pleasure goes through out my body as he continues to thrust into me, his hands against my back, my fingers claw at his back, wanting more, and I'm ashamed at myself for this, the way he's treating me right now isn't right..but I couldn't help the pleasure I was receiving from it, my ass numb as he lifts me up, so I'm on top, I move along with him, feeling my body close, as he rocks his hips against mine, harder, faster, sweat pouring from our bodies, as I dig my nails into his back, he retaliates with a firm swat to my ass, making me cry out, I reach my orgasm, starting to slow down my pace, but he flips us over again, his hands below my head, holding them, I shiver as he looks into my eyes at each pound, his green eyes are filled with sadness, I see it.
The bed shakes at each pound into me, and I turn my head away from his eyes, unable to look into them. I feel intense knots in my stomach, his hot breath against my neck, suddenly, I feel him explode inside of me, his breath ragged, as he pulls out, laying beside me, his warm body against mine, I can't feel my body as I lay there, my ass was sure to be covered in bruises, but I knew I loved each moment. I close my eyes, with a shaky hand and run my fingers through my hair. He's panting next to me but not looking at me, my eyes close as I try to relax but I can't.
What a mess we are.
He doesn't even glance at me as he starts to get up, I grab his wrist, but he flinches under my touch.
"Stefan, look at me." I whisper, and he turns his head to me for a second, his eyes filled with anger.
"Please just get out." He says, his voice broken, as I try to touch him again, he grabs my hand and throws it off in the opposite direction, it burns a little but I ignore it.
"Please, just go." He says his voice broken as he turns away.
"Stefan, didn't your hear me? I was going to leave Matt for you." My voice
below a whisper, as his angry green eyes search through mine, once filled with love,
now filled with hate.
"Elena, just go." He says in a firm voice, he yanks his hand away, I stare
at my empty hand where his wrist rested, tears filling my eyes.
"No, I don't-"
"Don't you get it? It won't be the same! I trusted you and I loved you and
we could of been something amazing but you lied to me, and that hurts.
You're nothing to me." His voice is cold as he gets up, throwing on his
boxers.
"We're done here." His back is turned towards me and I see light drops of
blood on it from my nails.
I feel tears in my eyes. We can't be done. My heart breaks a little as I
watch him try to get up and away from me.
"Stefan, no I don't want to be done." I raise my voice and put a light
touch on his shoulder but he moves it before my fingertips can graze his
shoulder.
He grabs my wrist again, his fingers on my hot skin.
"I'm done." He whispers and turns back around and grabs his shirt, putting
it on.
I turn to the other side of the bed, tears falling down my cheeks as I pick
up my clothes with shaky hands, he doesn't even look at me and I wince
lightly when I pull on my shorts, the bruises from his beatings last night
hurt.
I turn around a little and I watch as he tugs on his sweats, running his
hand through his messy hair.
He couldn't be numb to all of this. He has said less then 24 hours ago he
loved me and now he was just going to walk away because I lied to him, I
feel anger flood through my body and before I know what I'm doing I flash
over to him and slap him hard across the face, he grabs his jaw, staring at
me. His expression is pain but his green eyes are dull as he looks at me.
"No, you don't get to walk away from me like this over a lie. I did it to
save you without me your ass would be rotting in jail!" I yell, my chest
heaving as I stare at him, tears down my cheeks.
He doesn't say anything as he rubs his jaw, his eyes focused on mine.
"I don't know why you did it.. I'm no one Elena, and stop trying to act
like you saved me i didn't need you to save me in fact I would of
preferred to rot in that jail then sit here with you." He says gruffly and
I stare at him, my mouth wide open and I don't care if he thinks I'm
pathetic.
I find my voice again as he starts to turn away.
"So, that's it, we're done? This is over? You feel nothing for me?" I ask,
my voice shaky but I stare hard into his green eyes, searching from some
sign of sadness. My heart breaks when I find none.
He clears his throat before he speaks.
"It's over." He says simply and walks off, and I feel the urge to sink to
the floor as I watch him walk away. I wipe the tears from my eyes, shaking
my head.
I hope I never see him again.
I grab my jacket from my floor and throw it on, walking out of his room and
out the back door, I walk home with my pride in my hand but my heart left
on his bedroom floor.
(I feel like I should explain this whole chapter, no, I don't endorse violence, this is probably the most fucked up chapter in the entire series, but before you hate me and want to kill me for ruining such a great ship, I want to say that first of all, I don't like Stefan here, but it makes sense for the story, this is a girl that he loves a lot, right? Well, could you imagine being with someone that long and thinking they love you? And then they turn around and lie to you, no, I'm not saying Elena deserved what she got, but keep in mind Stefan is super fucked up after what happened to him, he natrually gravitates back to the drugs because that's what made sense to him all those years before her, I hope you won't stop reading after this, it does get better. I want you guys to tell me if your opinion on this, It was really conflicting to write this but I think it goes with the flow of the story)