The Perfect Mikaelson's

117|| Abbie 🧁

Abbie
2 weeks later
Mystic Falls, Virginia

"Hey Stef," I keep my eyes on Stefan, ignoring everyone else currently tracking my movements. It's been like walking on eggshells around here and I doubt it'll get any better.

Well, not until I suck it up and go back to my own house... where Derek is currently staying.

I may be avoiding my problems.

Well... trying. He's not making it easy by staying in my house, refusing to sign the divorce papers he asked for and spending every waking second here at the Salvatore house. It's great.

Then, there's also Damon. We're.. in a standoff, to put it nicely. He has questions, I have answers, neither of us willing to speak to the other about it. It's a blessing and a curse.

"I need you." I cringe when I notice Damon and Derek's eyes narrow and Avery's widened. It definitely sounded as bad as I thought.

Thankfully, Stefan doesn't argue, already knowing what I have planned. It took some extra planning, but I'm sure we can pull this off with a house full of people. Even if those people are Damon and Avery. Some of the nosiest people in the world.

"Derek is definitely going to poison my food with werewolf venom later." Stefan murmurs as we reach the top of the stairs. I snort, pushing his bedroom door open. "It's a good thing I can cure you."

He closes the door behind us, flicking the lock as I sit down on the bed. "Too bad I can't save you from the vervain Damon will most definitely slip into our drinks." He huffs a laugh, flopping down on the bed beside me.

I think we both just need a minute to relax from the thick tension downstairs.

"I don't know what I'm doing, Stef." I whisper the confession when the silence becomes too much. My mind is racing and searching for answers I'm not sure I ever want and I can't stop it. I need answers as much as everyone else, and for the first time in my life.. I have none.

Well, none that will help me or my current state. I have Damon's answers and I'm pretty sure I have the answers to Derek's questions if I even knew what he was thinking. He's the anomaly I can't quite figure out and I'm sure it's mutual.

He turns his head to look at me, but I continue to stare up at the ceiling, knowing I can't look at him right now. "I think you know exactly what to do, but you're just scared to admit it." I swallow, closing my eyes and taking a deep breath.

So, I am right and I'm a huge freaking coward. A new personality trait, but it's old news. I'm hiding in plain sight, hoping all my problems will dissolve into nothingness.

Kind of like my family did. Right in front of my eyes, just out of reach.

Bloody hell. When did my life become this monstrous mountain of never-ending problems, where I have no idea how to fix it.

I always fix it. I'm the one who always had a way to fix all our problems and now I'm the one begging, pleading for someone else to take the reins and allow me to be this naive, sheltered child.

I'm pathetic.

"We both know it's too late to have hope for any of this. I'm better off just cutting my losses and moving on with the girls. Living like this isn't okay and it won't be until I snap out of it and take control of my life again." My chest aches and I can feel the tell-tale signs of tears building behind my eyes.

In no best-case-scenario out there ends with me following through with what I just said, but it's the best I've got. It's all I've got and that scares me the most.