Chapter 11

A few hours later.

Elena POV

"I never really asked you, you know," he told me while wiping some mayo off his lip.

"Asked me what?" I replied smiling, while taking a bite out of my baguette.

"What happened to you those 10 months or so you went away?" he asked, his eyes now on me only. I completely froze. What was I supposed to say to him? I had your baby and I'm sorry, but I didn't want to tell you because you were a complete phsyco?

"Oh you know, uhm, after my parent's death I couldn't handle this town so I went away for uhm, a little while," I lied, shaking a little as I brought my head down nervously, refusing to look him in the eye.

"Oh really?" he said, leaning slowly in and locking his eyes with mine, as if he wasn't sure if he should believe me or not.

"Yep, I hated the pity everyone seemed to have for me, you know how people are," I tried again, try to sound more convincing.

"Huh," he said looking kind of convinced. There was a long minute of awkward silence between us as we both continued eating.

"Oh look at the time, it's 10:30 already," I said trying to get out of this awkwardness.

"And?" he replied slowly, trying to see my point.

"I have to get going," I told him sadly. I really did, I couldn't leave Jenna on her own all that time with Alex. I was his mother, and it was my responsibility to take care of him, nobody else's.

"Already?" he replied back sadly as he slowly took my hand into his.

"Yes," I whispered softly, strangely feeling comfortable with this gesture.

His perfect ocean eyes were gazing into mine and his hair was sprayed over his forehead, just like my little Alex's. No. Our little Alex. Yes, our little Alex, not only mine. Then he leaned in slowly and kissed me gently on the cheek. I just stood there, motionless. Not sure if I liked it or not. He leaned back and locked his eyes with mine once again.

"I really have to get going now," I whispered, "but thanks for all of this, I had a lovely time." I continued as I stood up.

"Sure, no prob. I'll get you home now, come on," he told me as he picked up our stuff and gently took my arm in his again. We walked lazily to his car, both enjoying the beautiful night. Then he opened the door for me again, and bowed as I went in saying to me, "Milady," making me laugh as I shook my head lightly. He put the stuff in the back, and got in his seat, turning on the engine.

Damon POV

She laughed as I bowed slightly when I opened the door for her. The way she laughed, the feeling, was unimaginable to me. She was laughing with me, not with someone else, and because of something I did to her. I couldn't believe that she even came here in the first place.

We arrived shortly at her house. And I opened the door for her, for like the fourth time in the evening, but nothing mattered, as long as she was there with me. We came face to face with each other and I was blocking her way. As I was about turn away to let her move, she slowly caressed my face. I stood there. I felt immobile, I couldn't move an inch. She tenderly looked into my eyes as I felt her soft fingers trace my cheek.

"Goodnight Damon," she whispered softly as she looked down and slowly moved away, making her way up the porch and into the house.

I was left there. I couldn't even find the words to wish her back goodnight. I kept staring at the door and I stayed there for a long time, burning holes with my eyes if I could. Then a thought came creeping in my mind. She was lying. I knew she was. She didn't leave town because she felt annoyed with this town's presence. There was something else, I could tell from the way she froze when I asked her that question.

I still remembered the night she left.

I thought she was lying when she said that I would never see her again. She threatened me with that on a daily basis. She knew, she was my drug. I was highly addicted to her, I could never get enough. I never knew she would really leave me. The first month without her was unimaginable. It was like I was suffering from withdrawal symptoms. I can't even remember how the days went by. It was like someone repeatedly stabbed me in the fucking heart. That's what my heartbreak felt like. I could see her face every second of each day of every week. I can't even describe it in words. I would stay inside during the day, trashing the house, breaking everything in sight. We used to have some maids at the house at that time and every time they saw me they would shake their head sympathetically at me and move on.

At night, I would usually go out, get drunk and find someone to fight with so I would take out all my anger and sorrows on someone. Usually I would end up in an alley, drunk as hell and my body painfully sore and bleeding. If I had the strength sometimes I would find a wall, try to stand up and find my way back home. Or stay there for the rest of the night until someone found me, recognized me and took me back home.

The month after, was a little less painful. Father was still beating me, as always, and the fights and drunken nights kept going, but time was healing me, slowly. Painfully, slowly. Slowly my pain started turning into anger, until I couldn't bear it anymore. I couldn't control myself anymore.

Then after those damned months that felt like thousands of years for me, one day when I started to feel like a tiny bit of myself again, I saw her creeping towards the school. She looked so exhausted, like she might pass out any second. She looked so beautiful, so glowing. She looked a little chubbier too. There was someting about her, something that I couldn't quite put a finger on. I went to greet her, I was still heavily drunk from the night before. She looked as if she didn't want to be an inch near me, let alone speak with me. She looked, disgusted to be beside me. Then things got out of control, strange enough I was sobbing in front of her. In front of the whole school to see. She simply told me, that she didn't wanna see me anymore.

I would damn the next move I did for the next of my life. She moved to keep walking and I grabbed her. That was it, and everything started and lead to what I did to her. In the following 4 months, I used to abuse her, but I never did it quite a lot. I used to be in really pain after everything I did to her, as things slowly started registering into my mind. In those 4 months, I stayed at home most of the weeks. Sometimes I didn't have the strength to get up, let alone go to school. If I did something to her for 5 times, I would say that it was quite a lot.

I finally came back to my senses as I realized that I was still on her porch. Time to go, I thought to myself while getting in my car and turning on the engine.

A/N: Sorry it took me so long to update, but I'm extremely busy and I was (again) having a bit of a writer's block. Hope you like this chapter :) Don't forget to tell me what to think because lately I wasn't getting much reviews and I was thinking that maybe you guys don't like the story anymore? Please let me know.

Shannon x