Chapter 4: Say What?

Elena stood there, staring at the man she once knew. The world around her was swirling in slow motion, no one was moving. Her whole body turned numb, cold, like she wasn't even alive. She felt like she was dead. She was immune to feelings, any touch, any sound surrounding her. Swallowing the lump in her throat, she loosened her grip on her hair, not knowing what to do. She felt like she had just been thrown the world and told to hold it up for a while. Pushing her tears back, she felt her throat growing sore as she tried to fight the feelings building inside of her. Staring at Stefan, she seen him standing there, waiting for her reaction. Seriously? What could she say to that? He just told her that he slept with her best friend. He slept with HER best friend and that's the reason why he broke off their engagement.

"Elena?" Stefan's voice broke through her thoughts as she looked up at him, hurt and rage building up inside of her.
"Do you love her?" The brunette asked, needing to know the answer and seen him go quiet, "Do you?"
"Yes, I love her." Stefan replied, staring back at her as she felt like her heart had just been punctured.

"I hate you." She told him, her voice shaking, the sound cold as her usual doe eyes turned a swirl of black.
"Lena-" He started, wide-eyed, not expecting that reaction.
"No, do NOT call me that. You don't have the right, so don't think you do you cheating bastard!" She told him, bringing her hand up as it collided with his cheek and he looked at her in shock. She knew yelling was the right way to go, it was the only thing able to hold the hurt and tears back.

"It was only once Lena. Only once we slept together." He told her, stuttering.
"Uh, why are you still talking?"
"Lena-"
"You know what, THAT makes everything SO much better. Thank you. Thank you so much for sleeping with my best friend Stefan," She told him sarcastically, "I've been so stupid."

"What? Stupid?"
"You know what Stefan? Not saying this to be cruel or anything, but please god, have a fucking terrible life, for me, alright?" She spat at him with a sweet voice.

Lifting her shoes, she walked away from him, knowing if she didn't, she would break right there and start a scene in front of everyone. Especially Caroline and Klaus, she didn't want to give her the satisfaction. Tears glazed her eyes as it began hitting her hard. It just sank in what he had said to her. He'd just told her that when they were engaged, that he had slept with her best friend and fell in love with her. Shaking her head, she searched the crowd, seeing Klaus and Caroline kissing causing her to swallow hard and push her way through the crowd as she made her way inside. She didn't want to talk anyone, she just needed to be by herself. Did her mom know? Her dad? Did anyone know?

Looking around, she seen the place empty and pressed her hand against her chest. A sob slipped from her lips as she moved her hands to cover her mouth and made her way to the bathroom. Getting inside, she leaned against the counter, her body shaking with sobs as she slid down it, falling to the floor. Why her? Covering her face with her hands, she sobbed harder. What had she done to deserve this? Why had she been such an idiot? She should have known it was something like that. She wanted to win that asshole back and he'd fucked her over so long ago and she didn't even know. If only she knew, she would have moved on and got on with her life, not clung to the past.

Pushing her hair back away from her face, she sobbed as more tears fell and placed her hand against her forehead, trying to maintain composure and calm down. Unfortunately, she just couldn't fight the feeling evoking her. Her body was so numb that she felt like she was lost. The anger, the hurt, the embarrassment and the love that she had felt for him, it was all too much for her to take. Covering her hands over her mouth, she cried her heart out, leaning her face down into her arms. How could Caroline do this to her? What had she ever done to her?

How could she hurt her like that? Making her look stupid? Like a love sick puppy? She knew all along, she knew what she did. But no, she just went with her, smiled, like nothing had ever happened. She comforted her when it came to Stefan, telling her she would grow up, get over him, win over another guy. She'd told her it was just another bump in the road. Turns out she was apart of that bump all along.

The brunette looked up, her hands gripping onto her knee's as she heard footsteps. They were making their way down the hall, the echoing got through to her ears as panic settled within her. Someone was coming, someone was going to find her, someone was going to see that she was upset. No one could see her like this, not so broken and fragile; a wreck. She was soaking, her dress clinging to her as her make up was smudged around her face. The sobs weren't helping her case. 10 more seconds and she was going to end up in an asylum. Rubbing her nose, she looked up scared when the door was pushed open and she came to face with the crystal blue eyes that she was growing to love.

"Elena," He spoke, his voice soothing and full of worry as he bent down in front of her, pushing the door shut with a thud, wanting them to have some privacy.
"Damon," She whimpered in pain, her voice hoarse as another sob slipped past her lips.
"Hey hey. What's the matter, mmh?" Moving closer, he kneeled down in front of her, taking her hands as he kissed her palms gently, furrowing his eyebrows.

"N...nothing i...s wrong." She stuttered, trying to get out straight words, but failed as a whimper left her and he stood up, pulling her up with him gently.
"Elena, talk to me. That's what I'm here for, alright? I'm here for you. What's all the tears for sweetheart?" Tilting her chin softly, he looked into her eyes, swiping his thumb over her cheek.

"St...Stefan." Elena admitted, staring up at him, more tears falling as he reacted quickly, wiping them.
"Stefan? What about him? Does he feel the same?" He raised an eyebrow, looking over her to see she was still in damp clothes.
"He," Swallowing, she closed her eyes, trying to control her voice, "told me the reason he broke up with me."

Damon watched the brunette in front of him, worry building inside of him. He'd never seen her cry and it looked like she was in agonizing pain. Stroking her hair back softly, he took his jacket off and wrapped it around her, lifting her up onto the counter. Rubbing her legs gently, he watched her as she went into her own world, her eyes miles away as fresh tears fell. Frowning, he looked into her eyes, noticing she wasn't there with him. She looked so broke and in pain. What had this Stefan said to her? It looks like he gave her the worlds worst news.

"Elena, sweetie, come back to me," He tipped her chin up, kissing her chin as she looked at him, dazed, "What did he say to you?"
"He...told me that he cheated on me Damon," She whispered, feeling sick, "He cheated on me, he hurt me, he...he fell for her."
"What?" Damon asked in disbelief, feeling anger building inside of him as he placed his hands on her thighs, stroking his thumb along the inside gently.

Had he just heard right? Stefan cheated on her? On HER? How could someone cheat on someone as beautiful as her? What dick would be in the right mind to cheat on something so perfect? Was he brain dead? Did he wanna be brain dead? Was he looking to be hit?

Shaking his head, he looked at the brunette as he let out a sigh, seeing as she was now sobbing again. Stepping between her legs, he pressed his hands to her lower back, pressing a soft kiss to the corner of her lips, feeling how soft they were from her tears. Who was the girl he had fucked her over with?

"Lena. Who was the girl? Did he tell you?" Running his hand up her back, he pulled her closer as he watched hurt flash in her eyes. That was never a good sign.
"My best friend," She nodded slowly, venom in her voice, "He slept with Caroline, my PERFECT best friend. My best friend slept with my fiance."

The brunette stared into the distance, sobbing again as Damon wrapped his arms around her tight, leaning his chin on top of her head as she leaned into him, gripping his shirt in her hands. Lifting her by her thighs, he held her up as her arms twined around his neck and she buried her face into his neck. Opening the door, he held her close as he walked down the hall. Elena held onto him, inhaling his scent as she tried to find comfort. Sniffles left her as he stepped out the front, looking around for anyone.

"Let's get you home, hmm?" Damon questioned softly, kissing her cheek.
"Please." The brunette whispered as he walked over to the car and pulled the door open, slowly placing her into the passenger seat as he kissed her head and closed the door, going around to the driver's side. Looking around, he didn't see anyone and nodded, getting into the driver's side as he tugged his belt on, seeing as she had hers on. Taking her hand, he kissed it as she smiled sadly.

Pulling her hair up into a ponytail, she looked around the bathroom, making sure she had left it in a tidy state. She didn't want her parents coming home and bad mouthing her about the house, it's not what she needed after today. Running a hand over her face, she leaned her hands on the counter, looking into the mirror at herself. She didn't look like herself. Her skin pale, her eyes lifeless, her skin wasn't radiating like it usually was either.

Looking down at her attire she'd picked after her shower, she bit her lip. A blue tank top with square shorts and me to you slippers. The way she was feeling, she just wanted to be comfortable. Stepping out of the bathroom and into her bedroom, she frowned. Where had Damon gone? Wasn't he staying in the bedroom? Biting her lip, she closed the bathroom door and let out a breath, going over as she crawled onto her bed, grabbing her bear as she hugged it close.

Why did she come home in the first place? Oh that's right, to get fucked over by her ex. Mission accomplished, tick that one off the list. Rolling her eyes at herself, she played with her bear, letting out a sigh as she pulled the covers over her legs. What was she going to do now? She just felt like she needed to let go, to have some fun and remember it for the rest of her life. Closing her eyes, she tilted her back, jumping slightly when she felt someone next to her on the bed. Opening her eyes, she laughed softly, seeing Damon giving her a grin as she hit him with the bear.

"You scared the life out of me!" Elena told him, wide-eyed as she shook her head.
"Sorry, you were in your own world." He told her with a laugh as he bit his lip, "How are you?"
"I'm...still numb I guess. I feel stupid for wanting him back." She rubbed her forehead, sighing.
"You're not stupid, you were consumed by love."
"Consumed? Pffft. He'd be lucky. I've never been consumed by anything in my life. I haven't had the pleasure."

Licking her lips, she was staring into space when she felt a hand on her cheek. Looking up, she came to face with Damon, butterflies pounding against her stomach as she leaned into his touch with a sigh, feeling more relaxed. He had this control over her body that no one else seemed to have when he touched her. He had her calmed in an instant, no matter what the problem was.

"Never been consumed, hmm?" He tilted his head, stroking his thumb across her cheek.
"Never, just...fell in love. But not a passionate love it seems."
"I could make you feel something passionate." He told her, a smirk slipping onto his face as she stared up at him.
"Something passionate?" She questioned, feeling intrigued by the idea. She wanted something that she wouldn't forget and she had a feeling he was it.
"Very passionate."
"Then make me feel."

Looking into her eyes, lust glazed over his blue, turning them into a dark blue as her breath caught in her throat, seeing the look in his eyes. They were really going to do this, she was really going to kiss Damon like she should have a couple of days ago. The feelings of his lips against hers was all she wanted. A moment of passion, pain free, good ol kissing. Leaning closer, his nose touched against hers as he looked down at her lips. Feeling hypnotized, Elena tilted her head, just waiting for the impact. Damon moved closer, his lips just about to brush hers when the door flung open.

"Elena! Mom wants to see you.!" Jeremy told her, wide-eyed, "Oh sorry, didn't know you were busy."
"It's fine Jer." Elena answered, her voice raspy, still staring at Damon, "I'm coming."

Slowly getting off of the bed, she walked around it to Jeremy, looking back at Damon as he gave her a smile, the lust still clear in his eyes. Swallowing, she returned the smile and followed Jeremy out, her heart pounding. So close. So close to kissing Damon Salvatore, the guy she'd dreamt about since meeting him. But NO, her mother was calling. What did she want?

Going downstairs after Jeremy, she followed him into the kitchen as Grayson and Miranda stood over the other side of the counter, their faces straight, not a hint of emotion as she swallowed, knowing she probably wasn't going to be ready for what they were going to say. Whatever they said was never good, that's the reason she left in the first place.

"Elena, we talked to Stefan." Miranda told her, crossing her arms as she frowned in confusion. Why are they unhappy with her? He cheated?
"Yes, and?" Elena questioned, looking at them with raised eyebrows.
"He told us that you confessed to cheating on him when you were together. That's why you broke it off."

Say what?

A/N: Hey everyone, hope you enjoy :)

Shauna
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