Previously; "It's still not over, Elena, you'll pay next time," he whispered and made his way out the room, making the door slam behind him.

~Chapter 3

Elena POV

I made my way up the stairs to my aunt's house, the poor house where she used to live alone, until my family died and she took me in and became my guardian. I took out the keys and then opened the door. Damn, this door really needs some paint, I thought as I peeled off some lose paint before closing the ugly door behind me.

"I'm home Aunt Jenna!" I yelled while running up the stairs, not knowing if she'd respond or not.

"Hmmmm fine Elenaaa.." I heard her mumble groggily.

Probably drunk again, I thought sadly. Always drunk since the accident when Miranda, my mum, her sister, died, I thought again as I entered my tiny ugly ass of a room that I had in my aunt's house, after my parents and my brother Jeremy died. I looked at our picture I kept under my pillow. Me, mum, dad and Jeremy at the lake-house, last Spring. We looked so happy, all eating some ice-cream and making funny faces. I miss you, I thought while wiping a small tear away. I shoved my bag on the floor, and made my way to my small bed which was in the right corner, while attempting to skip all the clothes and stuff that I had on the floor. Then I threw myself on the bed and laid there, thinking..

Damon POV

I decided to skip the rest of the day, seeing as I was in such a fuckin bad mood after Elena's rejection, I thought I'd better go to the house. I parked the Ferrari I owned in my driveway, petting it lightly on the hood before heading towards the door. It was already opened and I quickly made my way to my room, in attempt to avoid my stupid ass of a dad that lived with me in our Boarding House, Giuseppe Salvatore, but there he was waiting for me in front of my room. His brown hair was ruffled and his brown eyes were cold and distant. I shivered at his look. He was tall, much taller than me.

"Where do you think you're going young man?" he growled before hitting me in the head, making me stumble to his feet.

"Watch out where you fall, you faggot!" he growled again, as he kicked me in the groin making me moan in pain, Fuck, I cursed under my breath.

"I'm sorry dad, I was just coming to look for you," I replied innocently still moaning in pain, not bothering to make eye contact. He suddenly grabbed me from my shirt and tossed me to the floor again.

"You useless piece of shit!" he yelled as he walked away to his room.

Damn him, son of a bitch, I said under my breath as I forced myself off the floor and to my room, slamming the door behind me.

Elena POV

I left my room and walked to the bathroom. I turned the handle and went in, covering my eyes not wanting to see my body in the full-length mirror. Then I slowly removed my hands from my eyes and stared at the mirror. My chocolate brown hair was ruffled after my encounter with Damon, I made a face of disgust at the thought of that name. My eyes looked tired and broken. I rolled my long-sleeved shirt that I almost wore everyday due to cover my scars, and saw some yellowish bruises that looked like they were fading and some purplish-blue ones, that I got today or this week.

I stripped off my clothing, made my way into the shower and turned on the hot water. Feeling better as the hot water soothed my wounds and drowned my sorrows. I stayed there till I saw my wrinkled fingers, I dried off and wrapped a towel against my body, walking to my room.

I quickly wore some pajamas, seeing that it was already the evening and I had no where to go. I headed to my small bed and wrapped myself with some blanket and stared at the ceiling as I drifted off to sleep..

Damon POV

I did not know how long I've stayed in my room waiting for my dad to pass out from his drinking, when my mind went to some memory of several months ago.

-Start Flashback-

(1 week after the last flashback)

I knocked on Elena's door.

"Please Elena let me in I need to talk to you," I asked softly.

"No, I don't wanna see you Damon," she replied firmly from inside.

"Come on, I just wanna talk," I tried again.

"I said no Damon, go the fuck away!" she yelled.

I decided to give up, but then again Damon Salvatore never gave up on something he wanted.

"I said LET ME IN!" I shouted impatiently.

"Fuck off you stupid bastard!" she screamed.

"DAMNIT ELENA!" I yelled, as I kicked her front door.

She made me so fuckin crazy, this girl, I thought quietly as I sat on her porch. I regretted doing what I did last week, I didn't know what had gotten into me. I went off the rails when she confessed that she loved me. How could someone possibly love me? I thought sadly again, father himself said it. Not even he loved me, then how could someone like her be simply in love with me? I asked myself again. Look at last week, look what I did to her. I may be in love with her too, I thought, but I'm too scared to love someone again.

After seeing that she didn't give in, I decided to go to my home. I parked my car in the driveway and sprinted the stairs in attempt to avoid my father, but like always he was waiting for me.

"Where were you huh? Always running away from me, you little pussy," he shouted in my face.

"Please dad, I was just out for a ride in my car," I told him softly.

"Humph, what a pity! A magnificent car it was until your mom gave it to you!" he growled, as he stared into my eyes.

"What a fuckin bitch that woman is!" he continued shouting impatiently.

"DON'T TALK ABOUT HER THAT WAY!" I yelled, feeling angry for him talking about my mother that way. Even though she left us when I was only 10, and even though it's her fault that the beatings started and they're still going on, even though I'm 17 now. I couldn't protect myself. My father was a big man and therefore stronger than me. He couldn't accept the fact that she left him for another man and he took his anger all on me.

At first I used to ask why did he hate me so much, I wasn't the one who left him, but as time passed and I grew up, I realized. I was a spitting image of my mum. She had long wavy dark black hair that went down to her waist and big bright blue eyes. She was the female version of myself and she was indeed beautiful. Her name was Kathleen Salvatore and she was the only woman in my life that I have ever loved and because of her I'm afraid to love again. I loved her, and even though I was only a young boy when she left, I still feel the pain of her emptiness.

We used to read books together in my bedroom until we both fell asleep, or she would teach me how to cook. I couldn't bear with the rejection after she left us, I felt that those 10 years together were only a lie. "How could she leave me with this monster?" I used to tell myself at night when I was younger. After long hours of beatings and shouting and yelling. That's why I promised to never love a woman again. I've been with many women, but I never let anyone in. I used them, betrayed them, toyed around with them, but never ever ever fell in love, maybe until now. Maybe that's why I'm pushing Elena away because I love her and I can't deal with more rejection.

"Don't you dare shout at me stupid boy!" he shouted as he shoved me to the floor.

"Go to your room and don't come out until I command you to!" he continued as he walked over my helpless body which was lying on the floor.

-End of Flashback-

A/N: Another quick update, yay :) I'm so full of inspiration right now hehe.
I just want to clear out somethings;
- This is an all human fanfic
- There are no supernatural things like werewolves, vampires and witches
- This is happening in Mystic Falls
- Damon is an only child
- Damon is 18 and Elena is 17

Okay now ..
What did you guys think about Damon's POV and his story?
What would you like in the next chapters, Damon POV, Elena POV or General POV?
Want me to add more characters? If yes, who do you suggest?
And would you like more Delena bonding and scenes?
I felt kinda sad writing Damon's POV, I think he's hurting more than Elena in a way.
Now tell me what you want to see :)
Until next update :D

Shannon x