❝𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘱𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘶𝘭, 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘯 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘺, 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘢𝘳.❞
Estella Delacour was a normal girl. She had her best friends, was po...
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"SHE KNOWS," was the first thing Stefan said as soon as Estella picked up the phone. The brunette froze. The grip on the phone tightened as her knuckles grew white.
"Elena knows," Stefan repeated, his voice laced with concern and tiredness.
Estella's mind raced and her insides seemed to freeze up. If Elena knew that Estella knew and didn't tell her—well—, they would have huge issues. And she mentally slapped herself as she hadn't mentally prepared to think about what to do when Elena eventually did.
"I—how—why?" stammered Estella. She sighed exhaustedly.
"Elena found out and confronted me yesterday," Stefan said, his voice cracking a little. "I'm worried." He admitted in a tiny voice.
"Don't worry, Stef," said Estella in a soothing tone. "It'll be alright."
There was a pause at the other end of the phone.
"I hope so, Ellie," Stefan said, his voice turning stronger.
"If you need someone to talk I'm here Stefan." The doe-eyed brunette reassured the green-eyed Salvatore and she could imagine him smiling at the other end of the line. They bid farewell and Estella ran her fingers through her straight brown hair, stressed.
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Estella sat in front of the TV, hoping to soothe her nerves by watching something lighthearted like a comedy show. She grabbed the remote and turned the TV on.
" ...horribly." The reporter said. "Three bodies were found dead in what is believed to be a drug deal gone awry. The bodies have yet to be identified. They were discovered earlier today over at the old Mystic Falls cemetery."
That news did nothing to calm her nerves, the only thing it did was increase her nervousness.
"The police suspect possible homicide and are fast underway looking for suspects. They're asking anyone with information to come forward..." The reporter was cut off as the brunette turned the TV off and sank down on the couch, clutching her head with her hands.
She had a horrible suspicion that the person responsible was Damon.
In fact, she was 99% sure that it was Damon.
She picked up her phone and dialled Stefan's number, biting her lip in nervousness. The pit in her stomach made her feel nauseous.
Stefan picked up after the third dial tone.
"Estella, where are you right now?" He asked with urgency, leaving no room for small talk.
The brunette clearly taken aback replied, "I'm home, why?" She asked curiously.
