History Repeating

Family Affairs

ELENA

I got home and fell on my bed immediately. Between the stress with school, my friends, and the whole Sam secret love thing I was starting to grow gray hair. As I started to fall into a deep sleep, I heard my name being called downstairs. I got out of bed and walked over to the staircase.

"Yes?" I called.

"Sweetheart, your father wanted to have a nice family dinner tonight. You might want to wake up," my mom said.

"Family dinner? We haven't had one of those in years," I scoffed.

"I don't know Elena. Just get ready. Dinner is almost done." How long was I out for?

I got back to my room and cleaned up my makeup. I put my hair in a pony tail and proceeded downstairs to my loving family. It was weird to see my mother in the kitchen. It was abnormal to see my father with her. This was just strange.

"Jeremy stayed after school for some late night activity," I heard my mom tell my dad.

"Good, it's nice to see him participating in school activities," my father replied. 

I walked into the kitchen and grabbed a chair. Immediately, their eyes directed towards me and stared into my soul.

"Hi," I said.

"Hey sweetie," my mom said. "Dinner is ready."

We walked over to the table and grabbed a seat. Awkwardness ran through the room. There was something going on here, but I couldn't put my finger on it.

"So, how's school going Elena?" my mom asked.

"It's great actually. I'm still in line for valedictorian, and my grades are really good. I love my classes this year, and my teachers are great," I told them.

"Ah, yes. You do have great teachers this year. I really love Ms. Braeden. She's an excellent person," my mom said.

"She's been my favorite english teacher so far." I looked at my father who was giving me a weird look.

"So you love your teachers huh?" My dad asked me.

"Yeah," I told him.

"Some more than others I assume?" He was continuing to give me a disgusted look.

"What's wrong honey?" My mom asked my dad.

"Ask your daughter." He wouldn't take his eyes off of me.

My mom turned to look at me with a confused look on her face. You and I both mom.

"Dad, what are you talking about?" I asked him.

"Let me just ask you Elena. How long have you been screwing your teacher?" He asked. My mom spit out her water.

My stomach fell to the floor. I didn't know what to say. I didn't know what to think. This nightmare of mine had just came true. I stared at my father wide-eyed.

"Don't act like you don't know what I'm talking about. Next time you want to have a secret relationship, don't be so public."

"Dad," I whispered. My mom still continued to look at us confused.

"Elena?" My mom asked.

"Mom," I choked.

"Miranda, ask Mr. Sam Winchester what he's been doing on the weekends, or shall I say who," my dad said judgmentally.

"Elena, is this true?" My mom grabbed my hand. I remained silent unable to come up with any words.

"So Elena, please enlighten us on this interesting change of events. You are failing, now you're passing. How did you do that so well?" He asked. I stared at him with an angry look.

"Maybe I worked hard," I snapped.

"Or maybe you just couldn't keep your legs closed," my dad said.

"Grayson!" My mom yelled. I couldn't keep my tears in well. A couple slipped from my face as I tried to hide it.

"No Miranda. I'm not going to sit here and pretend it's okay for her to be in whatever this is with an older man who just so happens to be her teacher! It's not okay! She's gotten away with too much!" My dad was now yelling louder than before.

"Dad, you don't know what you're talking about," I said.

"Oh really? So you're not sleeping with your teacher? I saw his hand up you're dress today Elena. Does he do that with all of his students?" The amount of rage I was holding in was unbearable.

"Dad, it's not what you think." I balled my hands into fists to stop me from punching him.

"It's exactly what I think Elena, and don't you think for a second that I'm not going to fire him," he told me.

"Dad! You can't do that!" I yelled.

"Oh yes I can. Elena, I'm the principal!" He yelled back.

"No dad. You can't! It's not his fault!" I continued to hold my tears back.

"Than who's fault is it? It takes two to... you know," he said.

"Dad, it's not like that! We met before school even started! It's not about sex dad. I love him, and he loves me! What can I do dad? Please don't fire him," I begged.

"You're going to end this "relationship," he quoted. "Then you're going to go live with your aunt in California," he told me.

"What? Dad no! I can't just move away! That's not going to change how I feel!" I yelled. He moved closer to me.

"I don't care Elena. You're a disappointment. You've always been a disappointment, and frankly I don't even care if you're here or not. I just don't want you near Sam," He told me. I choked back some more tears. The can was now open and the worms were everywhere. I walked closer to my father and stared him right in the eyes.

"You may think I'm a disappointment as a daughter, but you're a disappointment as a father. Maybe if you were a better father I might have turned out different. Maybe if you actually cared about me then I wouldn't have turned into this utter disaster you try to avoid calling your daughter. Maybe if you actually loved me then I wouldn't have tried to find love under the sheets with six different men!" I felt a sudden sting in my face. I looked at my father who was now giving me an even angrier face.

"Grayson!" My mother yelled.

I grabbed my bag and started to leave.

"Elena," my dad said.

I turned and faced him. I didn't want to look at my father. I didn't want to think about my father.

"If you walk out that door... Don't you even think about coming back," he said.

"Oh yes, because I want to come back to this prison. Bye mom... Bye Satan," I turned and slammed the door shut. I ran to the bus stop and waited for it to arrive. As soon as it got here, I hopped on and left.

I knocked on the door and waited patiently. As soon as it opened, my eyes became soaked with tears. Sam grabbed me and pulled me inside hugging me.

"Elena, what is it?" he asked me.

"I have no where to go. I have nothing... no one," I cried into his shoulder.

"That's not true," Sam told me.

I fell asleep in his arms. I loved him, and that was all that mattered. Right?