The Summer That Changed My Life

Chapter 4: The Brothers

Stefan POV

Elena looked shocked when I told her about my brother. Frankly speaking, I was wondering why she was shocked. Didn't she hear what I had said, that Damon was a player? But my goodness, Elena was gorgeous and I don't think I've ever meet anyone as gorgeous as her.

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All that was on my mind on the way home was all about Elena and I don't think I could forget about her that easily. I had to keep her safe from Damon but it was probably inevitable that they would eventually meet, and when they did I had to protect her from Damon and his charming comments and flirty nonsense. I was so absorbed in my thinking that I didn't even realize that I had reached home. Let's hope that tonight was one of those nights that Damon decided to spend at Klaus or that he was still out somewhere banging girls and getting wasted. As I opened the large front door to the boarding house, my hopes of a Damon-free night was dashed. There, in front of the fireplace, stood Damon nursing yet another bottle of bourbon. Sometimes I wondered how he never was able to get drunk even after drinking so much. We were humans not vampires or any other supernatural creatures for God's sake!! Even the person with the highest alcohol tolerance on Earth would be drunk by drinking the amount of alcohol Damon drank.

"Hi Brother" I sneered. "What are you doing here? I thought you would be getting wasted at the bar with your bunch of idiots."

Damon spun around on his heel, gave me a glare and stomped up to his room. Within seconds, I heard the door slam behind him. I rolled my eyes and headed up to my own room.

Damon POV

When I reached home, Father was no where to be found and my 'precious' baby bro, Stefan was also off somewhere in a land of his own. Not that I bothered about his whereabouts. If Stefan was not home by a certain time, Father would have sent out an entire search party to find him, even if they had to search for the entire night. But if it was me, well..... nobody would have cared. Well, Klaus and his parents would have probably spent the whole night searching for me, but my own family wouldn't even have bothered about me. But as I said before, it was Mr Blue-eyed boy Stefan, so I didn't have a say in anything.

I was currently in front of the fireplace nursing bottle of bourbon. Obviously the fireplace wasn't lit as it was Summer, but standing in front of it always gave me a sense of peace. I was happily dreaming about rainbows and unicorns when I heard the front door slam. I sighed out of frustration. Couldn't I have at least an hour of peace and quiet to myself in my own home? Seems like no was the answer when Stefan walked in and sneered a "Hey Brother" to me and continued talking. Once Stefan finished, I glared at him and proceeded to go to my bedroom. I looked at myself in the mirror, desperation and sadness was written all over my face, and before I could even stop them, tears flooded into my eyes and fell down my cheeks. I cried. After years of holding the pain in and enduring putting up a front, I cried, letting it all out in the safety of my room. It hurt that Father detested me. Detested by your own father? That obviously sucked. I chuckled to myself sarcastically. But what hurt the most was that even my own brother looked at me with such scorn. I thought Stefan would understand me and not follow in Father's footsteps. With a sigh, I laid back on my bed and drifted deep into my thoughts.

~Flashback~

"Wake up Damy!! I'm hungry!!" The 5 year old Stefan yelled, jumping on 7 year old Damon's bed.

"Stefan it's seven in the morning, please go back to sleep." mumbled a grumpy Damon, whose face was buried deep in the pillow. He hardly got any sleep last night due to having a nightmare of his Father beating him. He couldn't fall back into a proper sleep until about 4am because every time he closed his eyes, the image of his Father beating him and throwing him out of the house popped into his mind. His Mother didn't care much about them for when Stefan was about 3 years old, she had packed up her things and flown off to some place and no one knew where she went off to. Occasionally she had come back once or twice since she had left, but she had never really doted on her boys.

"Please Damy, I'm hungry." Stefan begged his older brother.

Groaning, Damon got out of bed and trudged into the kitchen to fix Stefan a sandwich. Stefan walked behind and stretched out his hand and held Damon's. Damon smiled and looked down at Stefan. He silently hoped that Stefan would not hate when they grew older and that they could still be this close as brothers. When Damon finished making he sandwich, he gave it to Stefan. Stefan looked up at him with his bright green eyes and said "Thank you Damy! I hope to become like you when I grow up!!"

"And why is that Stef??" Damon asked, grinning at his little brother.

"Because even when you're tired and grumpy, you still do things for me."

Damon smiled at his little brother and ruffled his hair. He knew his Father never liked him and he hoped that he wouldn't influence Stefan to do the same.

~End Flashback~

I missed the little Stefan so much and I wished I could become the big brother Damon that he would look up to again. With these thoughts, I drifted off into dreamland, dreaming about having my life go back to normal again.

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