OMG! I can't express how sorry I am for not writing in such a long time! I know I'm terrible, but I had so much stuff to do and I hadn't really had time to sit down and write a full chapter.

Anyhow…thanks for reading and I hope you'll enjoy the ride as the story goes on. I don't really know what to do with it, but I'll ask your opinion when time comes and it'll reach the turning point.

Here's chapter 14:

Elena's POV:

The moment I've arrived at the Boarding House and I had seen the Salvatore brothers kept playing over and over in my mind. I had a feeling that there was something terribly wrong with the whole scene that unraveled just a few hours ago but I couldn't put my finger on it.

Running straight into Stefan's arms had felt almost mechanical, like I was supposed to do that no matter what and it bothered me that Damon had reacted that way. I couldn't really remember what was the reason that I was so adamant about loving Stefan and why I said those things to Damon, but, again, it felt like that was what I was supposed to do.

The gnawing feeling of confusion was eating away at me and I really needed to clear my head so that's why I was still awake, staring at the ceiling as Stefan slept peacefully next to me. There was something really wrong about all of this. My mind was reeling and despite the fact that I was trying hard to think about everything that had transpired earlier, I couldn't really figure things out.

Looking at Stefan's face I felt calm, comfortable and I knew I loved him, but still there was that nagging voice in my head telling me something wasn't right. My heart ached and my body wasn't responding in any way as I lay there in Stefan's arms, my head resting on his shoulder.

It was as if my body craved someone else's hands wrapped around me and I couldn't really understand the feelings I had. All I knew was that my mind was telling me that I loved Stefan; that I was in the arms of the man I was supposed to be and that I should stay here with him and not question the way my heart ached.

My thoughts were all over the place, images of the other Salvatore brother flashing through my brain as I tried to figure out what had happened, how did Damon actually managed to get to me. I had been with Damon…I had kissed Damon and I had had sex with him…but now I knew I had to push him away, to break his heart and I didn't even know why.

My mind wandered to the night we made love, my body reacting to the memories of Damon kissing me, backing me into the side of his car and taking me up the stairs to his bedroom. My stomach fluttered as I remembered the way Damon's lips felt when they touched my skin, his teeth lightly grazing over my neck. An image of Damon standing between my legs, his tongue working over my clit and those electric blue eyes boring into hers flashed through my mind and I had to get out of bed because my body was already aching and I didn't want to wake Stefan up.

How was I going to explain to Stefan that I had been thinking about what his brother did to me and that my clit was already throbbing only from thinking about Damon?

I made my way to the bathroom and splashed some cold water on my face, trying to breathe normally as I stared in the mirror. Who was I? What was happening to me? And why couldn't I shake the image of Damon's naked body over mine out of my head? Why couldn't I stop thinking about how Damon's thrusts were driving me insane with pleasure and how his lips traveled all over my skin?

Why was I not thinking about Stefan, the man I loved?

There were so many questions that I needed to answer and I just couldn't. It was frustrating to feel this way, to feel the urge to run to Damon but know that I couldn't, I must not. I loved Stefan and as much as I thought about the fact that I didn't love Damon I still felt like that was something that I wasn't allowed to do, like I was forced to deny my feelings.

My head was throbbing and the pain would intensify the more I thought about Damon and I felt like it might explode. I decided that I needed to get out of here, to try and calm down. Maybe there was a stash of painkillers somewhere in the Boarding House.

I descended the stairs and headed for the kitchen, but still the only thing I could think about was the way that Damon had stormed out of the house and the way that my heart ached when I told him that I had made a mistake. Truth be told, it all felt surreal and I really felt obliged to say that, like there was a force pushing the words out of my mouth; like there were strings that controlled my body to move to Stefan and like my heart was caged and restrained, so that I wasn't allowed to feel anything else other than love for Stefan.

There was a massive contradiction between what I remembered and what my mind dictated me in these last few hours. I could still feel Damon's skin on mine, the fire that he ignited in my body, the rightness and the love that I had felt while holding him close. The way he whispered my name, the way I whispered that I loved him…those were so fresh in my memory and so utterly overwhelming that I was struggling to breathe normally.

I hadn't even noticed that I was standing in the parlor before I looked down and saw my hands gripping the leather couch hard enough to make my knuckles turn white. There was something incredibly wrong with all of this and I hardly had the time to compose myself a bit because I noticed a dark figure standing in front of the fireplace, a glass in his hands.

That can only be one person.

"Damon…" I whispered as I saw him turn around and face me. I wished he hadn't. His face was paler than usual, his eyes dark and frightening. There was no hint of emotion on his face as he stared me down and I felt my skin tingle as his eyes roamed my body. There was something definitely wrong because my body was reacting so strongly to him and my mind was forcing me to back away.

Again, my head was pounding and I had to actually close my eyes tightly in order to stop the dizziness that overcame me. There was no way I could describe the contradictory feelings I was having upon seeing Damon. It physically hurt to not be able to run into his arms and I knew that he was furious since I chose Stefan again, but I had no control over my words and actions at the time. It was weird and I couldn't even stand up properly as I leaned over the couch.

Damon ran to me instantly as he saw that my knees gave away, but as I felt his arms gently come around my waist, I felt those strings controlling my body again, and I pushed him away. The thing was that I wanted his hands all over me, but that I knew only one thing that kept repeating in my mind like an order: to push Damon away.

I felt fifty shades of fucked up as I looked up at Damon and saw the hurt in his eyes. There couldn't be a worse thing in the world than what I was feeling now and I had to simply do as that voice inside my head told me so that I could be able to stand even though that meant going against what my heart was begging me to do.

"Get away from me, Damon!" I shouted and as I saw the pain flash through his eyes, I felt like a weight had been lifted from my shoulders and I was able to stand on my own again, my breathing steadying.

"What the hell is wrong with you, Elena?" He shouted as I was struggling with my inner demons, my thoughts focused on following that order, the one which said that I must stay away from Damon and love Stefan. It was so confusing and my head was still pounding so I had to stir my thought away from Damon and just force my body to move towards the kitchen.

His words rang through my head, but it was like there was a haze that settled over my brain and I almost felt like I was dreaming. It was hard to register anything as my feet carried me towards the kitchen and I suddenly realized that I was leaning over the sink as Damon followed me.

I couldn't look at him, couldn't even think of him right now because it physically hurt me. Still…I could feel his concern and confusion even if we weren't actually communicating at the moment. I felt my body enveloped in his scent as he stepped behind me and I knew that his touch was going to make me lose it, but I bit my lip because I wanted to feel his arms around me.

The moment his skin made contact with mine it was as if my body came to life and my mind shut down. I knew there was something extremely wrong with me because I knew that there was no way someone could have such contradictory feelings at once. It was as if my body wouldn't function properly without Damon, but at the same time, it couldn't accept his presence.

The headache intensified and I struggled to keep from crying out in pure pain. I could faintly hear Damon whisper, asking me what was wrong…what I felt, but his voice was distant and I felt myself slip into the darkness. The last thing my eyes registered was the concerned pale blue eyes staring at me, then nothing.

I wish there was some way of explaining what had happened to me, but I didn't even know who I was anymore. There were so many different emotions coursing through my head that I really couldn't recognize them all at once.

How was I supposed to understand myself if one day I was sleeping with Damon, making love to him and confessing my love to him and the next day I was kidnapped and all I could think of was that I wanted to go to Stefan and that I loved him, that I had to push Damon away and break his heart?

I didn't even know what was going on with me…but as I opened my eyes I saw that I was in Stefan's room again, bright green eyes watching me as I came to.

"Elena…how are you feeling?" His hand was holding mine, his eyes searching mine.

"I'm fine now…Just…what happened, Stefan?" My voice broke and I could feel tears prick my eyes. There was something really wrong with me, my emotions were uncontrollable and I felt stupid for not knowing what to make of them.

"You fainted, Elena…Damon said you were acting really strange and that you were in pain…that he followed you into the kitchen and that you broke down, you started crying and you yelled out. That's when I woke up terrified and ran over to you, but you were already unconscious."

There was pain in his eyes and I felt the urge to cry and to console him all together and tell him that it was nothing, but I could see it in his eyes that he knew there was something wrong.

"Elena…why did you come back to me? Why did you tell Damon that you don't love him?" Stefan's voice was low and I knew that he was hurting just as much as Damon, but I couldn't really answer his question with more than a simple sentence.

"It was a mistake." The words were out of my mouth before I even thought about them, but I knew that Stefan wasn't happy with that.

"Elena…you chose him! You made it pretty clear that you loved my brother and that you were happy. What changed?" He was yelling now. I couldn't really answer his question, but I wanted to.

"I have to push Damon away…I needed to be back with you" I shouted back at him, not giving a damn about who might listen. I didn't want to start thinking about Damon but the moment I saw him standing in front of the door I felt my heart break.

"Why?" Stefan demanded, but I couldn't tear my eyes from Damon, who seemed to be taken aback by all of this. As I stared into his eyes, I felt the headache come back full force and the pain was so intense that I had to look away from him, back to Stefan.

"It hurts!" I yelled as I grabbed a pillow and buried my head into it, letting out a shriek of pain.

"What hurts, Elena?" Damon came to sit right next to me and Stefan seemed shocked at my reaction. I couldn't do this anymore…and I looked up at Damon, recoiling as he laid hand gently on my shoulder.

"It hurts to look at you, to think about you, Damon!" I was almost sobbing now and I could see that both Salvatore brothers were trying hard to make sense of what I was telling them.

"I need to get out of here!" I whispered as I stood up suddenly, throwing the pillow onto the bed and dashing for the door. I knew that one of them would try to stop me from leaving and sure enough, Stefan was in front of me, blocking my way out.

"Elena…look at me!" He demanded and I saw Damon hadn't moved from his spot on the bed so I looked into Stefan's eyes, silently pleading him to take the pain away.

"Rebekah…" Stefan whispered as he looked back at Damon and I saw realization flash through his green eyes.

"Elena, when was the last time you ingested vervain?" His voice was gentle and his hands cupped my face, making me look straight into his eyes.

"I don't know…" I answered honestly as I saw Damon stand up and move towards us.

"That bitch compelled her?" Damon yelled and Stefan smiled faintly as he nodded. I was shocked and hurt, realizing that that feeling of wrongness was caused by compulsion. I couldn't remember if Rebekah had actually compelled me, but it made sense.

"Stefan…Damon…please make it stop!"I sobbed as I hugged Stefan closer, needing the comfort of his embrace more than ever. Although I wanted to run into Damon's arms there was still that nagging feeling that I must not.

"I'm going to kill her!" I heard Damon yell and when I looked up, I noticed that he had disappeared and I was truly frightened about what Damon was about to do so I looked up at Stefan and he nodded.

"You're going to be fine, Elena." Stefan placed a feather-like kiss on my forehead and pulled his phone out of his pocket, immediately dialing a number.

"We need your help!"

So that's it…they figured it out.

What do you think is going to happen next? Who did Stefan call and how is this going to unfold? If you have any suggestions, please pass them on!

So… I don't think that there will be many more chapters to this, but I want to know what you think…

Anyhow…thank you so much for reading and please leave a review!

Xo Rose