Forbidden love

Nothing is ever as simple as falling in love with someone and living happily ever after. At least not in Elena's case. Struggling with her uncaring mother, she turns to Damon, desperate for someone to talk to. Infactuated by the mysteriousness and chaos that surrounds him, they embark on a relationship that neither of them thought was possible.

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8. Chapter 8

My sleep was interrupted by my phone buzzing. I groaned as I tried to escape from Damon’s grasp. He was fast asleep, I managed to reach for my phone. “Hello?” I croaked. “El? Where are you?” I looked at the clock 4.20am. “Matt, do you realise what time it is?” “Yeah, I need to talk to you, but you’re not at home?” I moaned, fuck sake! I gave him Damon’s address. “I’ll be there soon”. Then he hung up.  I turned to see Damon awake staring at me. “Hey” I smiled at him. He ignored me “Matt’s coming?” Uh oh. “Just outside, I wasn’t going to let him in, he needed to speak to me” He rolled his eyes, and then stormed out gracefully. What the fuck? My phone began to ring, I ignored it and went out to meet matt. “Hey Matt” He looked annoyed, argh not him as well. “Why are you at Damon’s?” “My mum kicked me out, and he offered me a place to stay” I’ve always been kind of honest to Matt. “Why didn’t you ring me? Instead of running to him? You’ve known him what 2 seconds. And you’ve known me your whole life”. “Look Matt, if you’ve come here to moan at me, then please fuck off”. He laughed coldly and walked off. “So what? You came here to have ago that’s it?” I shouted. “No, I came over to see what the fuck is going on with you, you’re not the same anymore”. “No, I am exactly who I have always been, I’m done with pretending”. He laughed again “Please, come find me when you grow up”. He was gone, tears sprung to my eyes. The pain in my chest was only getting stronger. I was losing everyone, and the person I wanted most didn’t want me.

I closed the door behind me, I looked around for Damon, he wasn’t in his room. I found him asleep on the sofa. My tears grew stronger, he turned worriedly to see me bawling my eyes out. “Elena!” He half ran up to me, cradling me in his arms. “What’s wrong?” I shook my head. “I don’t want to talk about it”. Then he did the only thing I needed, pressing his lips to mine, pushing me off the edge. I wrapped my arms around his neck. “I thought you said you couldn’t?” He smiled “I can’t but I guess I don’t care anymore” I smiled back at him and carried on kissing him. He wouldn’t allow me to have sex with him that night, which I understood but it was still so good.

I woke up the next morning by Damon tapping me. “Can I help you Damon?” He smiled, “Well as a matter of a fact you can”. I waited for him to continue. “You need to get up” I groaned rolling over to face him. “Why do I need to get up?” I tilted my head to the side. “I’m taking you somewhere”. Butterfly’s formed in my stomach, I needed to know what last night meant to him. “Damon, about last night…” He put his hand up to my face. “Don’t, I don’t want us to think about that right now okay?” I looked at him confused “Why?” He sighed. “Because, none of this matters in the end.” It matters to me. “What is that supposed to mean?” He shook his head. “Elena, I wanted you to come somewhere with me, not an argument first thing.” “Fine” we both got dressed, I borrowed another one of his tops and boxer briefs.

He took my hand as he led me down the road from his house. I squeezed it tightly not wanting to let go. What did he mean when he said none of this matters? Does this mean nothing to him? We turned up at a small café, I recognised it as it’s the one where my dad used to take me when I was younger. I hadn’t set foot in this place after he died. We ate breakfast, and when I say we, I mean me. He must eat, to stay in that shape. Innocently my eyes wandered over his body. I have so many questions, but he seems so withdrawn, will he ever tell me? “Elena, stop overthinking everything” He must have been staring at me for a while. “Sorry, I guess there’s just so much I want to know about you”. He frowned, “What do you want to know?” Talk about being put on the spot! “Do you have any siblings?” He smiled “Yes I do, I have a brother named Stefan” Stefan, I like that name. “What about your parents?” He stayed silent for a while thinking of an answer. “They died a very long time ago” This guy never shows any sadness, yet his life is so troubled. “I’m sorry” He looked at me “Why you didn’t kill them”. True. I guess it’s just one of those awkward conversations, where you having nothing else to say. “What about you?” Uh oh my turn. “What about me?” he went for a deeper topic than mine. “Tell me about your relationship with your mother” I frowned, great. “What can I say, I had the perfect family, a mother and father who loved one and another and adored me. We did everything together, even when I was older. But happiness doesn’t last forever, one day my dad died, and she changed. She became a person I didn’t want to know. She no longer cared, she no longer bothered to make an effort with me. She swore at me constantly, complaining at how useless I was wishing I was never born. But I know that’s not true, because when he was alive she loved me.” He gulped loudly hearing my story, he waited for me to continue. Eurgh isn’t that enough? “Things got worse, the older I got. On my eighteenth birthday my present was a black eye…” I looked down not wanting to see his reaction, I didn’t want him feeling sorry for me. “The beating only got worse, then I started getting cocky not wanting to put up with it anymore, and well you know how it ended” He held my hand under the table giving me an apologetic look. I held it tightly, we sat in silence for a while. “Where is your brother?” I asked curious. “Everywhere, me and him, we haven’t always agreed with one another. We chose to live our life different ways, he never agreed with my lifestyle”. Lifestyle? Something inside me stopped me from asking anymore, he’s already opened up more than I thought, but there was one question I needed to ask. “Damon?” He looked up at me “Hmm?” here it goes. “Why won’t you have sex with me?” I hid my face behind my hair, hiding my embarrassment. “It’s complicated Elena, I’ve never wanted anything as much in my life. You’re changing me, and I’m not sure if I like it. I liked the way I was, I liked my choice of lifestyle, and to be honest I still do. But you don’t fit in with it, and I feel like I would have to make a choice, which I am not prepared to do. The sex part, well that’s easy, you would see me for who I really am and would run a mile”. I gasped, I would never run from him, can it really be that bad? “Tell me” He looked up at me, and shook his head. “I can’t Elena, it’s partly to protect myself, and to protect you from the truth”. “Haven’t you ever heard the phrase ‘truths a bitch?” He laughed “Yeah, and in this case it’s a raging bitch that you wouldn’t be able to handle”. I shook my head “How do you know how I would react?” “You’re not the first who’s wanted to know my secret”. Jealousy overtook me, he’s had girlfriends before? He smiled as if he could read my thoughts. “It’s complicated, sometimes people had to find out, no one has ever found out by my choice. I wouldn’t let that happen”. “But, I want to be with you?” I rolled my eyes at my own desperateness. “I know” A knife slowly poking me in the heart. “You don’t feel the same?” He looked at me wide eyed. “Why does it matter Elena? We can’t be together” A lump formed in my throat, I tried my hardest to push it down again. “I don’t understand” He smiled warmly. “I know, soon none of this will matter”. “Well if none of this matters, then why can’t you just tell me, don’t you trust me?” “I trust you with every beat of my cold body.”

 I couldn’t take it anymore, I can’t stand being confused, I can’t stand him not telling me, I can’t stand reality. I stormed out the shop, not looking back. Yes I am dramatic, but he needed to know how much he had pissed me off. I slammed straight into a man. “Shit, I’m sorry” He smiled widely at me. “It’s fine, you must be Elena” I looked at him confused, how does he know who I am? “Erm yes and you are?” He held out his hand “Stefan” My eyes grew wider, Damon’s brother? “Have you seen my brother?” How does he know about me? If him and Damon don’t talk? “Yes, he’s in there” I pointed to the café. “Thanks, I’m guessing he’s just said something to piss you off eh?” I nodded. “Give him a chance, he’s never been in this position before” Maybe I could get more answers out of him. “Why?” He sighed. “He’s never let himself get close to anyone, then Elena Gilbert comes along, threatening to ruin everything he’s tried so hard to be”. Should I be offended? “Please tell me what the fuck is going on?” I whirled round seeing Damon standing there, looking angry as ever. “I was talking to your lovely girlfriend Elena” Damon growled “She’s not my girlfriend” The pain in my chest was unbearable. I couldn’t look him in the eye anymore. I smiled at Stefan “It was nice meeting you, hopefully we will see each other again”. He smiled “It would be my pleasure” I walked off, ignoring Damon, fucking bastard. Tears fell from my eyes, I needed to talk to Stefan again, find out more, but did I really want to find out?

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