Into The Hills

Chapter 19

Elena's POV

I walk into my front door, tucking the plaid shirt in my bag, I open the door and instantly I'm hit with a warm body.

"Mom!" He yells, hugging on me, I smile and hug him back, burying my face in his shoulder, I close my eyes.

I missed him so much, I hadn't realize that until now, he pulls back smiling, his dirty blonde hair a mess, his blue eyes sparkling with delight as he smiles wide at me.

"I had such a great time mom, me and dad went camping and we went fishing and he taught me how to pitch a tent." He smiles, and I listen intently, nodding, a smile on my face.

"That's great, honey." I say, my eyes shining, as I set him down, he smiles and yells he's going to go tell his friends about it, I turn around and instantly warm hands wrap around my waist, pulling me into a hug.

I hug him back, my husband, the one I'm married too, but I don't feel a thing as he hugs me, I pat his back, and he pulls back, leaning down to kiss me, I kiss him back, but imagine another pair of lips, kissing me.

He pulls back, panting and I look into his eyes, their not green, their blue, he smiles down at me.

"I missed you." He says, touching my cheek, his eyes so warm and so kind and it makes me feel guilty for a second.

I look at him, and he strokes my cheek with his fingers.

"Hey, you okay?" He asks in a concerned voice and I look into his eyes, lying through my teeth, as I fake a smile.

"Yes, I'm fine. Got to get a start on dinner." I briskly, as I leave him for the kitchen.

I feel his confused look stare into my back as I continue to walk to the kitchen, shaking my head of the guilt, I didn't need to feel guilty for what I've done, I'm not selfish, I'm only me.

I continue being the perfect house wife for the next two weeks, cleaning my house, dropping Jackson off at summer camp, back and forth, cooking dinner every night. Things between Matt and I are tense, every once awhile he tries to initiate sex, but I deny him, lying and saying I'm tired, when in reality I don't want to sleep with him anymore, I'm tired of being with him, I feel my spirits diminish as the days pass. Even when Matt whispers he loves me, I want to cry, I don't love him, the guy I love is God knows where, I miss him so bad, I wonder if he forgot about me already, or if there's a part of him that takes out the photo I allowed him to take of me, and look at it every once in awhile, two weeks is far too long without seeing him.

One night, Matt gets a call in the middle of the night, Caucasian male, 25, found half-dead on the south side of town, a drug deal gone wrong, his poor family, I think and shake my head and Matt leaves the house but not before making me promise that I'll meet him for lunch tomorrow at the station, I agree reluctantly, as I head back to sleep. My thoughts float back to Stefan, as suddenly, we are back in his loft, and we're entangled together he's wearing plaid boxers and I'm wearing the same plaid shirt he gave me, my toe rubbing over his ankle, he smiles down at me, kissing my forehead and I cuddle into his chest.

"Did you forgot about me, Stefan?" I whisper, looking up at him, and into his green eyes.

"No, I could never." He says, taking my hand in his, it's warm and rough against my skin.

"How come you haven't seen me?" I ask, tears well up in my eyes.

"You told me not to." He answers, and I feel a pang of anger go into my chest.

"I know what I said, but I'm ready, Stefan. I'm ready to leave Matt, I don't love him anymore." I whisper, touching his cheek.

His eyes go from sad to joy, but suddenly I hear a gun shot and see Stefan grunt, I look down to see the bullet wound in his stomach, my breathing cut short, as he falls to the bed.