Damon carried Elena up the stairs and into his apartment, trying to stay quiet as to not wake her. She looked so peaceful asleep and he was lucky enough to have saved her in time. Stefan could have killed for all he knew and probably would have from the way he was controlling her. He didn't even want to think of it as he pushed it out of his mind. He laid her down on his bed, slipping her heels off and placing them beside the bed post. He tucked her in and then returned to the kitchen for a quick bourbon and then lied down on the couch, trying to get comfortable.
Elena awoke the next morning with a splitting head ache and sat up in the unfamiliar bed. She looked about the room, confused until the events of the night before started to become known in her memory. She noticed Damon standing in the doorway, grimacing at her. "What are you smiling at?" she asked, uncertain. "I like your bedhead." He chuckled lightly as she ran her fingers through her hair. She could feel her cheeks grow a shade of red as he smiled at her.
"Bathroom's in there." He pointed towards the connecting door in the room. "Towels are on the shelf and there are a pair of my sweats and a tee you can wear while I throw your dress in the wash." She stood and stumbled slightly as he flashed to her side in a blink, holding on to her elbow, holding her steadily. She looked up at him skeptically, "I'm fine." He nodded, stepping away from her, backing out of the room. "Right, I'll just be right out here." He jammed his thumb backwards towards the rest of the apartment. He started to disappear into the other room when Elena sighed, "Damon wait." He peeked back around the corner, "I'm sorry, thank you." He smiled warmly, "You're welcome." Then he was gone.
Elena made her way over to the bathroom, shutting the door behind her. She leaned over the sink to look at herself in the mirror; there were finger marks around her throat and her wrists. She slipped her dress over her head as she looked at her naked body. There was more discoloration on her hips and sides as she closed her eyes tightly and sucked in a deep breath trying not to remember, but she did anyways. She would always remember that horrid night were her biggest nightmare became a reality, the look in Stefan's eye as he shoved her dress up and out of his way, how he had defiled her in such a way without even a second thought. If Damon hadn't been there, she knew that she would have died, that thanks to this mystery man who has been sending her letters for four days now had saved her life, if it weren't for him she would have not escaped death's cold grip.
She turned on the sink faucet and splashed her face with warm water, today was a new day, Stefan was dead and she had this new man in her life. She padded over to the shower, twisting the faucet to boiling and stepping underneath the showerhead, feeling the hot beads of water hit the back of her head, running down the length of her back and ending by pooling around her feet and swirling down the drain. Washing away all of the misery and regret from the day before. Just then she heard a knock at the door, "Come in!" Damon entered the bathroom now filled with steam, "Just came to grab your dress to through in the wash." He said, looking on the ground to pick up the rumpled dress. He picked it up to find a black lacy bra underneath. He gulped slightly before standing back up, leaving the bra where it is and backing out of the bathroom, "I'm making breakfast." "Ok!" She shouted over the sound of the water. She waited for the sound of the door shutting again to let out a breath she didn't know she was holding, leaning back against the tile wall, letting the hot water cleanse her skin.
Once she was finished showering, she step out of the shower, a towel wrapped tightly around her body to find a pair of sweatpants and a white Henley sitting on top of the toilet and her discarded bra on top. Her cheeks flushed a light shade of pink at knowing that Damon had seen her bra. She shook her head at her foolishness and continued to take off her towel and wrap it around her head to dry her hair. She hooked on her bra and lifted the shirt to find a pair of boxer briefs, charcoal grey underneath. They looked new as she shrugged, what the hell she thought as she pulled them on, one leg at a time, than continued to pull on the baggy sweatpants that said Dartmouth on the side, pulling the drawstring out as far as possible to actually fit her. She lifted the long sleeve shirt up to her nose to smell a mixture of three things, old spice, leather, and a hint of bourbon…
I know, I know I haven't updated this story or anything in over two months and to update it in such a way as this? With a cliff hanger? I'd like to say I'm back and am working two new stories! One cross over which I've never done before and yet another Delena. Anywhoo if you liked this review and whatnot and stay tuned for the next chapter of A Cinderella Story.
Stay Beautiful,
Marissaxo