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Brooke's pov:

Why am I doing this again?

My eyes swept around the grill nervously as I stood behind the bar. Telling Damon that I would help him get this crystal from Bonnie seemed like it was a good idea at the time, but now I'm not so sure. Just get over it Brooke, you don't have a choice. Would you rather Damon made Bonnie hand over the necklace? I shuddered, not liking the direction my thoughts were heading in.

This is Damon we're talking about here; he doesn't make threats that he can't deliver.

What intrigues me the most is the point of all of this. The reason he threatened me with Bonnie's wellbeing is because he wants a necklace that she has in her possession. But what is so important about a necklace? Why does Damon want it?

"Hey Brooke!" I was snapped out of my thoughts when Caroline waltzed up to the bar.

"Hey Caroline." I sent her a small smile that wasn't very convincing because as you can tell, I'm not exactly in the mood to be all cheerful and chipper. Caroline didn't seem to notice however as her attention was placed elsewhere. She smiled beamingly when she noticed that more people were gradually filing into the grill. People were dancing, talking, and the atmosphere was lively and energetic. I wouldn't be surprised if I was the only person here who wasn't feeling so happy like everybody else. At least you're not as moody as Keith, he's on the warpath today, as usual.

"Great turn out, right?" She asked, seeking for assurance.

"Yeah, you've done an amazing job." Her smile widened. "I was just wondering, why did you throw this party? What's the occassion?" I asked as I wiped down the bar.

"There isn't one. Damon told me to throw it." I paused for a second, before looking straight into Caroline's eyes. Why would Damon ask Caroline to throw a party at the grill? A sense of dread swept over me. What the hell is he planning? This is even bigger than I thought it was going to be. I opened my mouth, ready to fire questions at her but stopped when she held up her hand.

"Speaking of the devil, he's over there; I'm going to go and talk to him, I'll see you later. Keep the customers happy!" She was gone before I could object, so I was left to watch as she walked across to the other side of the grill to speak to Damon.

I tried to observe their conversation but I was too far away to hear anything, and I was constantly being interrupted by customers. I did, however, notice Caroline's face drop as she continued talking to Damon. Whatever he's saying to her is obviously not good.

My phone vibrated in my pocket, and since there were other staff ready to serve customers I decided to take an early break. I moved to sit on the other side of the bar and looked at the caller I.D. I was wary for a few seconds when it showed up with an unfamiliar number, but I answered it anyway.

"Hello."

"Enjoying the party? Caroline does throw a good bash, I'll give her that." My eyes widened; I could recognise that voice anywhere. You have got to be kidding me.

"How the hell did you get my number?" I asked in an aggravated tone.

"I have my ways." I rolled my eyes at his cryptic response.

"Damon," I said warningly, but he just chuckled.

"Don't get your panties into a twist. You look absolutely ravishing by the way, good enough to eat." Blood rushed to my cheeks and I wasn't sure whether it was out of anger because of the double meaning behind his words, or whether it was because it sounded slightly like a compliment, and I wasn't used to getting those from Damon. He's just playing with you, that's all he does.

"If you're going to talk to me at least come over to the bar, I refuse to speak to you on the phone."

"Why? Is hearing my voice not good enough? I get it, you just want to stare at my good looking physique." He teased, and I felt even more blood rush to my cheeks. I don't care whether he's ridicuously hot, speaking to him on the phone when he's in the same room as me is just ridiculous.

"I do not!" I glared at him from across the grill as I objected.

"You don't need to deny it, I know the truth. And if I'm being honest, I like your physique too."

"... Just get over here!" I hung up, huffing and puffing in annoyance. I saw him laugh before he walked through the crowd of people who were dancing and took a seat on the barstool next to me.

"What's got you all edgy?" He asked, but I could tell that he already knew what the answer was: him. I shook my head and headed to the other side of the bar, realising that my break was over. I stood opposite Damon and glared at him heatedly.

"I've got a lot of bones to pick with you." He raised an eyebrow and went to speak, but I held up my hand. "Why have you not only dragged me into your schemes, but Caroline aswell? Why is this necklace or crystal thing so important to you? How did you get my number? Why-"

"One question at a time sweetheart." I clenched my hand into a fist as I tried to control my emotions. My temper is starting to flare out of control, and the last thing I want to do is cause a scene. Damon's expression suddenly changed from amused to annoyed, and he lent over the edge of the bar slightly.

"Why the necklace is important to me is none of your business. What the hell have you been doing for the past hour? I told you that I'd take matters into my own hands if you didn't get the job done, so how on Earth do you plan on getting my crystal back when you're stood behind the bar serving alcohol to a bunch of idiotic teenagers?" He sneered.

"First of all, I'm not serving alcohol to anyone underage, and second of all there's nothing I can do about it. Keith told me that I have to work, and-" I was cut off when coincidently, Keith walked past and overheard the conversation.

"Slacking on the job, again! This is preposterous! You shouldn't be talking to your boyfriend while you're at work, it's distracting and stops you from doing your job!" Damon snickered as a look of sheer horror swept over my face.

"He isn't my boy-"

"I keep telling her to serve the customers and ignore me, but she never listens. She just can't be tamed." My mouth opened so wide that I could catch flies with it if I wanted to. In what world would Damon and I ever be in a romantic relationship? Definitely not this one. Keith nodded in agreement with Damon and sent me a look filled with disdain.

"She can't. I was thinking about giving you the night off since we've got plenty of staff, but you can forget that now. You've disappointed me, again." I closed my eyes in defeat, but when I opened them again I saw Damon grab Keith's arm tightly, pulling him towards him. What the hell is he doing? He shot me a look before turning his gaze to Keith, who looked ready to give him an earful.

"You will give Brooke the night off, actually, the rest of the week off with full pay. And since you're such a dick, you can give her a pay rise on top of that." My eyes widened as I watched Keith repeat the words, completely under Damon's compulsion. Keith said them to me and I nodded in response, not knowing what else to do. I walked around to the customer side of the bar and sat next to Damon in silence as I tried to find the words that I was looking for.

"Why did you do that, Damon? The money and the extra time off." I asked curiously.

"Are you complaining?" I shook my head sideways. "Then it doesn't matter." But it does. It sounds strange, but I appreciated that. I know it was mainly over giving me the night off so I could assist him with his secret agenda, but the extra time off and the pay rise? Damon isn't the kind of person who hands out favours often, so why did he this time?

"Damon-"

"Look, if you help me and I help you, we all go home happy. But if you don't help me and you screw me over tonight, then I most definitely will not be happy, and the last thing you'll want to deal with is me when I'm in that state. So get the job done, now." He said coldly, motioning for me to start moving over to Bonnie's table.

You help me and I help you. It isn't really a favour, he just wants me to hurry up and get the crystal. I stared at him for a moment before smiling at him fakely. And you thought he was genuinely being nice. Looks like you were wrong. I shook my head as I walked over to Bonnie's table, feeling disappointed with not only Damon, but myself. You know that Damon never does anything just to be kind, he only does something nice if it's for his own gain, and that's never going to change, especially not where you're concerned.

"Hey Bonnie, mind if I sit with you?" She looked up at me and smiled before motioning to all of the free seats she was surrounded by.

"Please do, I feel like an outcast sitting on my own." I laughed slightly and sat down next to her, planning a strategy in my mind that I was going to use to get the cyrstal from her. I don't want to steal it - because I obviously can't do that when she's wearing it - so I guess lying is the most suitable option. Great idea Brooke, because you're such an expert in lying, aren't you? I ignored my thoughts, knowing that they were only going to distract me.

"Wow, that necklace is so... Mesmerising." I commented. It wasn't that nice, but I knew it would look suspicious if I asked Bonnie if I could borrow a necklace that I didn't like.

"You think? I don't really like it." I smiled at her as I found an angle I could work with.

"Well since I love it and you don't, why don't I take it off your hands? I get something great, you lose something bad, it's a win for the both of us." She shook her head.

"I can't..." She trailed off and she looked at me for a few moments. It felt like she was analysing me, but I didn't understand why. Something changed in her demeanor and Bonnie lent backwards, looking at me like I was a creation of the devil.

"You were speaking to Damon a lot earlier." I froze, just for a second, but Bonnie noticed my reaction. Her eyes narrowed.

"Damon told you to get this necklace, didn't he? I just went through all of this with Caroline. I'm really surprised and upset with you, Brooke. Why are you trying to help Damon?" I was lost for words. How am I going to talk myself out of this one? I decided to tell her the truth, that he blackmailed me into helping him. I was only doing it so that he wouldn't go after her.

"I can explain-" She cut me off.

"Don't bother. I obviously made a mistake when I decided to trust you, and I'm not going to make that mistake again." She sent me a heated glare before standing up and leaving, while I sat motionless in the chair.

I obviously made a mistake when I decided to trust you.

Those words stung. I don't blame her for feeling betrayed, but she doesn't know the full story.

I was doing it for her. He was going to hurt her if I didn't agree to his demands. Correction: is going to hurt her. Getting that necklace is now an impossible task, it just can't be done. Bonnie doesn't trust me and she isn't going to help Damon.

I've really messed up, haven't I?

"You better have that necklace." My heart pounded inside of my chest, knowing that Damon was stood right behind me. I didn't want to face him so I ignored him, choosing instead to walk forwards, but Damon wasn't having that. His hands gripped my arms and he span me around, pulling me flush against his chest.

One of his arms wrapped itself around my waist to stop me from moving away from him and the other held onto my chin, tilting my face up so that I had no choice but to look directly into his crystal blue eyes.

"Well? Where is it?" My silence said it all. His eyes immediately turned cold as he realised that I hadn't managed to obtain it, and without realising it I began to stutter out excuses.

"It's oka- okay, I can get, can get it-"

"You're wasting my time. I ask you to do one thing, one little thing and you're not even smart enough to do that." My eyes instantly hardened at his words.

"If you were smart enough, you'd have already gotten it by now and wouldn't be asking me to get it for you." The second the words passed through my lips, I wished I could take them back. He cocked his head to the side, sneering at me while his hand released my chin, pushing me away from him so roughly that I stumbled slightly as I tried to find my footing.

"Don't worry your pretty little head about that. You're right; why send an idiot to do a job I can easily do myself?" His smirk grew wider before he pushed his way through a sea of dancing teenagers, leaving me with a pounding heart and an unsettling pit in the bottom of my stomach.

He's going to hurt Bonnie to get what he wants, and it's all my fault.

"Stefan, thank God you're here! Have you seen Damon?" I asked as I approached him and a blonde girl who were playing pool. She smiled at me and held out her hand towards me which I shook with my own.

"You must be Brooke, I'm Lexi. The birthday boy's told me all about you and Elena." She said, smiling mischeviously with a twinkle in her eyes as she sent an unreadable look to Stefan. Thoughts of Damom momentarily disappeared from my mind.

"It's your birthday? I had no idea, I'm so sorr-" Stefan cut me off.

"It's okay, don't worry about it. Why are you looking for Damon, has he done something?" Stefan questioned as he put his pool cue onto the table and stepped closer to me with worry written in his eyes.

This is why you shouldn't have asked Stefan, now he's going to go into over-protective mode.

"No! No, of course not, he's just... I-" I stuttered, racking my mind for a decent excuse. Stefan knows that Damon and I don't get along - not that anyone gets along with Damon - so he's not going to believe me if I tell him anything but the truth. Thankfully, Lexi intervened and came to the rescue.

"Please don't tell me you're yet another one of the girls around here that's fallen for the Salvatore charm." Lexi teased in a sarcastic - yet serious - voice.

"What charm?" She laughed before hooking her arm through mine.

"I like her." I laughed in response and Stefan smiled at the two of us, but I could still see concern lingering in the back of his eyes, like he wasn't going to let me asking where Damon was go. Hopefully Stefan won't do anything stupid; Damon's not in a good mood so I doubt he's willing to listen to anyone right now.

Lexi nudged me, drawing my attention to her.

"Want to go and do some shots? Not you, party pooper." Stefan rolled his eyes as I laughed and nodded, letting Lexi drag me over to the bar. I have no idea who she is, but she seems really friendly and if Stefan likes her, then she's obviously not dangerous. Wait a second... If Stefan likes her? It wouldn't bother me if it was anyone else but I know that Elena still has feelings for Stefan, and I doubt they'll be disappearing anytime soon.

"Before you ask, no, I'm not with Stefan. Never have and never will be." My eyes widened but I just nodded in response, not questioning how she could read me so well after meeting me only five minutes ago.

"So, you and Stefan are friends?" She nodded as we approached the bar, both taking a seat on a barstool.

"Yeah, since the eighteen-hundreds." My heart-rate increased ever so slightly before returning to its normal pace. It didn't really come as a shock to hear that she was a vampire, but I'm still coming to terms with their existence.

I opened my mouth so that I could respond, but I was interrupted when one of my collegues walked over to us.

"Hey Brooke, what can I get you two?"

"Hey Dale," I looked at Lexi out of the corner of my eye and she flashed him a smile.

"Three shots of tequila... No, make that four." She requested, looking at someone behind me.

"I think I need to see some I.D," He said, only looking at Lexi since he's already aware that I'm twenty-one and of legal age.

"No you don't." Her pupils dilated as she caught his eyes with hers, trapping him with her compulsion. I would've objected, but it's not like she was using her ability in a harmful way. Besides, you weren't that bothered when Damon scored you a pay rise and some time off. I almost groaned at the thought.

Damon is an asshole who is planning to hurt one of your friends to get what he wants, why is a part of you constantly forgetting that?

I was so lost in my thoughts that I didn't even notice that Dale had given us our shots and Lexi was motioning for me to stand up and follow her. She passed me a shot after I started walking with her, so I brought the rim of the glass to my mouth and the liquid hit my lips. Maybe a little alcohol will take my mind off of Damon.

"Thinking about Damon?" I coughed violently as the alcohol burned my throat and proceded to go down my wind pipe. Did she just say what I think she said? Lexi smirked knowingly as she jokingly patted me on the back; I tried to control my breathing as I stared at her in confusion. How can she read me so well? I must be an open book.

"I'm quite good at reading people." She winked as we stopped in front of Elena while I bit my lip. If she can tell what I'm thinking about when she barely knows me, who else can? Can Damon? A shiver rippled through me, not liking the thought. It's bad enough that I find myself thinking about him constantly for no reason at all, but if he knew, that would give him way too much power over me. Power that could destroy me.

"Ah, the famous Elena." Lexi stated.

"Towel girl." I raised an eyebrow at my cousin's remark, not used to her being so brash.

"I've been called worse." Lexi laid the three remaining shots on a table and handed me another one that I just held in my hands, making no attempts to drink it. Choking like I did a minute ago doesn't sound very appealing.

"I didn't know that you guys could drink." Elena said, confused, but the the thought had never entered my mind. Why shouldn't they have the ability to drink alcohol, or consume other human foods?

"Oh yeah, it helps with the cravings. But, it makes for a lot of lushy vamps." Elena giggled slightly and I smiled.

"You know I've never seen Stefan drunk, he always seems a little-"

"Uptight?" I scoffed slightly.

"A little is an understatement." Elena looked at me quizzacally for a second as my mind flashed back to earlier when we were by the pool table. It's his birthday but he's still looking out for everyone else, even at the expense of his own fun.

"But he isn't with you." Elena said and I could detect a hint of jealousy in her tone. I threaded my arm through hers, letting her know that there wasn't anything to worry about.

"That's the benefit of knowing someone for a hundred years, you can just be yourself." I nodded in understanding.

"Yeah, he can't be himself with me." Elena said dejectedly.

"Well not yet. The first step was him telling you, the rest comes with time." A face popped into my mind, intruding my thoughts as it does on a daily basis. When Damon told me - well, showed me - that he was a vampire, I didn't react well. How could I, when he was causing chaos throughout Mystic Falls?

I shoved the memories out of my mind. Stefan isn't like that, not that I'm aware of. He isn't evil, that much is blindingly obvious, but is he good enough for my cousin? Does he deserve a chance with her? Yes. The anwer is yes. Whether Elena knows it or not, she has feelings for him, and she wants to be with Stefan despite him being a vampire.

"How much time?" I asked timidly, aware that Elena's eyes were on me.

"As much time as it takes." Lexi said, as if it was obvious, but Elena was still tense beside me. I knew that Lexi's words weren't really comforting her at the moment, however I knew that Elena needed to hear whatever the fiery blonde woman wanted to say.

"You seem so sure." Elena stated while Lexi sent her a knowing look.

"The love of my life, was human. He went through what I'm imagining you're going through: denial, anger etcetera. But at the end of the day, love really did conquer all." I looked at her hesitanty. It did? He chose to be with her even though she's a vampire?

"Are you two going to drink those?" I laughed before handing Lexi my glass, watching in amusement as she knocked back both mine and Elena's shots.

"I'm scared."

"But you're here. Cause you're crazy about him..." As Lexi started talking, I realised that I couldn't really relate to either of them. Lexi has been and is in love, Elena is currently falling in love, and me? Well, Noah was the most serious boyfriend I've ever had, and while I had feelings for him, I don't know if they represented love or just a crush.

How sad is that? Not knowing what love feels like, not knowing what being with 'the one' feels like. People say it's one of the most greatest things imaginable, that you haven't really lived until you've experienced what love feels like.

I guess that means I haven't lived at all, not really.

That broke my heart a little bit. I've never wanted anything more than to live life to the fullest, and when I was younger that's all I ever wanted to do. I'd hoped that someday, when I was finally away from my father and out in the world on my own, that's exactly what I'd do. As it turns out, someday hasn't came yet. I have no idea if it will ever come at all.

"When it's real, you can't walk away." My head snapped up, my ears catching the end of their conversation. I walked away from Noah and a countless number of other guys, so obviously, none of those relationships were real. Why can't I just have something real? Someone who makes me feels special, someone I can't wait to come home to every day, someone who challenges me and makes sure that I live life to the fullest.

A five letter name flashed through my mind in neon lights. A name that scares yet thrills me, all at the same time. A name beginning with the letter D.

I saw a remaining shot on the table and downed it. No. That is the last place I would ever go. I could never have something real with Damon Salvatore, the guy tries to scare me on a daily basis, blackmails me by using my friends and threatens to basically ruin the lives of everyone I care about. Hell, he's planning on hurting Bonnie now since I didn't get him that necklace.

Damon's heart isn't pure. It's contaminated, evil and destructive. He will never be a good person, a person that I would even think about dating. But then a thought passed through my mind, fleetingly: everyone is capable of change, no matter who they are or what they have done.

I felt like laughing. I'll believe that when I see it, actually see Damon change. Definitely not in my lifetime, that's for sure.

"Hey Lexi, it was really nice meeting you." Elena said as Lexi moved to leave the two of us. She nodded in response and I sent her a small smile.

"Hopefully we'll see each other again." She returned my smile.

"Yeah, I'm sure we will. And that thing you were thinking about earlier," My breath got caught in my throat. "It's nothing to be ashamed of. Just be careful." She was gone before I could reply, leaving Elena and I alone. I was hoping that she wouldn't question what Lexi had said, and thankfully she didn't as she was too preoccupied with staring at Stefan.

I nudged her with my arm. "Go and talk to him." She looked at me warily for a second before her eyes snapped back to Stefan, her posture no longer ridged and tense. I gently guided her in the direction of Stefan, giggling as I did so.

"I can walk without assitance Brooke." She deadpanned.

"Well you're not doing a very good job of it." I observed as I let go of her arm. Her feet were nailed to the ground, not moving towards the person I could tell she desperately wanted to talk to.

"Okay, okay, fine! I'll go over there if it means that you'll stop hassling me!" She stormed off as I laughed.

She's in denial, but soon she'll realise that she needs Stefan in her life, despite of what he is.

My smile dropped like a wilting flower however when my eyes drifted towards the crowded bar and found Damon sitting on a barstool, nursing a glass of bourbon. Has he done what he said he was planning on doing? Going to Bonnie himself?

My throat tightened so much that I could hardly breathe, until I looked to my right and noticed that Bonnie was standing on the other side of the grill with the necklace still securely wrapped around her neck. The sight brought a smile to my lips - she seems completely fine, thankfully.

My smile disappeared immediately however when I realised that she wouldn't be fine for much longer unless I did something to stop Damon or convince him that I could still get him the cyrstal.

My feet started moving at a rapid pace for a few seconds until the sight of Lexi sauntering over to Damon made me pause in my movements.

I watched Damon and Lexi interact for a few minutes; it was clear that neither of them wanted to talk to each other. Which presents the quesiton, why? Why did Lexi go over to him in the first place when it's obvious that she doesn't want to speak to him?

Before I had the chance to figure out the answer to my question my eyes strayed away from the pair of vampires and over to the door, where a few members of the police force (including sheriff Forbes) were stood with a young girl, who looked a few years older than myself.

She pointed at Damon and Lexi before the sheriff swiftly shoved her out of the door; my heart thumped wildly in my chest as Elizabeth and two officers made their way over to the bar. Something tells me that this isn't going to end well.

Turns out, I was right.

I don't know exactly what they did to Lexi, but she went from standing up one second to collapsing into the officers arms the next as they dragged her through the grill, right past me and straight out of the door. What have they done to her, and why did they do it?

Stefan brushed past me with Elena hot on his heels and she grabbed my hand, pulling me along with them.

"Can't go out this way." A police officer said, guarding the door. Stefan's face grew aggravated so I pulled him and Elena aside, my eyes flashing over to the bar.

"We can go through the back, follow me." Elena's hand gripped mine even tighter between hers as I escorted them through the grill, behind the bar and through the back. We walked through the kitchen and a storage room before I found our destination - the back door. Stefan bolted through it, running ahead of Elena and I and we increased our pace so that we could keep up with him.

The three of us stopped moving when we reached the edge of the grill's exterior; gunshots rang through the air, causing my breath to get caught in my throat. I knew that tonight was going to be bad, but I never expected it to end up like this.

My eyes watched as the sheriff fired at Lexi, the rest of my body completely frozen. The blonde vampire merely grinned as she walked towards Elizabeth, appearing unfazed by her attack, causing my erratic heart-beat to slow down. If Stefan isn't interferring at this point and Lexi seems unaffected by the bullets ripping their way through her chest, then maybe she'll be okay, and all of this can be resolved.

The thought left my mind however when all of a sudden, Damon abruptly appeared out of nowhere with a stake in his hand.

A stake that quickly left his hand and pierced its way through Lexi's chest.

My right hand disconected itself from Elena's and flew to my face, covering my mouth to stop a cry escape from my throat. Elena gasped in horror and Stefan pulled her against him, using his hand to smother her whimpers.

"Oh my God..." Stefan whispered, watching the scene unfold infront of him. A stinging sensation burned behind my eyes and my throat grew so tight that I could barely breathe as I watched Lexi's skin turn ghastly grey before she crashed to the floor, her head lolling to the side.

I was some distance away, but even from where I was stood I could see the light in her eyes vanish in a flash and in that moment, I knew.

I knew that she was gone.

"Stefan!" Elena screamed his name desperately as she ran after him while I watched from afar, leaning against my cousin's car. I'd decided to let them have a moment to themselves to talk about what had just happened, what we had just witnessed.

This night was just a disaster; this wasn't supposed to happen. And it wouldn't have, if it wasn't for him.

I just don't understand Damon, and truth be told, I don't think I want to. All I know is that in the space of six hours, he's managed to blackmail me into helping him, ruined his brother's birthday and killed one of the funniest, nicest people I have ever met. The question lingering in the back of my mind like a looming shadow is, why? Why would he want to do any of this, especially to his own brother?

Who cares why he does anything? He's insane; he ruins peoples lives because he finds it amusing.

Even though I agreed with my thoughts, I couldn't help but think that there was something more to the way he acts. Surely he can't just be doing these things to entertain himself. It's hard to imagine someone being that cold-hearted, even Damon.

I leaned my body against the car even more, my legs locked so tightly that they were incapable of holding my weight. My eyes swept the area, noting that Elena was still speaking to Stefan and that the police officers were throwing out all of the drunk teenagers from the grill.

Finally, my eyes landed on a man who was having a discussion with the sheriff in the doorway of the grill. Mr fantastic, of course.

As Elizabeth walked away and Damon turned around from where he was stood his eyes connected with mine instantly, almost as if he knew that I'd been watching him. His expression remained stoic, unreadable and I shook my head, not only in disdain but also in disappointment.

I'd always wanted a younger or older sibling, especially when I was growing up. Of course, that wish died along with my mother and the realisation that my father would probably never remarry, but I do not envy Stefan in the slightest, that's for sure. He has to deal with Damon more than Elena and myself do.

My head snapped to the side at the sound of approaching footsteps and I sighed in relief when I realised that it was only Elena. My happiness was short lived - as always - at the sight of her tear stricken face, so I opened my arms to her, wrapping them around her shaking shoulders.

"How can he do this? How can he be so cruel?" She sobbed, staining my shirt with her tears. My hand stroked her hair softly as I attempted to calm her down.

"I don't know. I honestly don't know." She pulled away from my embrace, wiping away her tears with her hands before crossing her arms and heading towards the drivers seat.

"Hey, no offense but you're in no position to drive right now. Give them to me." She rolled her eyes before tossing me her keys and heading towards the passenger seat. We both jumped into the car and put on our seatbelts. I looked at my cousin out of the corner of my eye, sending her what I was hoping was a reassuring smile.

"C'mon, lets go home." She sent me a look filled with exasperation.

"I don't think I know where home is." I flinched slightly but she didn't notice as her attention was placed elsewhere.

Neither do I.

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