Stefan and Delena: Without You

{5} Compulsion Always Works.

Dear Diary,

It's been too long, last time I was here was just before Jenna's funeral. Almost a year ago. Anyway, the reason I'm here is because my life just feels hopeless at the moment, like it will never get better. I feel empty and alone and there's no one I can really talk to about it. All they will say is that the reason I feel like this is because of Damon. Which is true, I guess. He's been making me feel useless. I don't want someone I love to treat me like that. I know he's going through a tough time at the moment but I don't know how much more I can take. I feel that if I don't do something about him soon then I fear he will be pushing me around much longer than I hoped. And by do something, I mean... Well I think I should leave him. I don't want to, I love him more than anything. But it seemed that he understood Alaric more than me. I think the best person for Damon to be with right now is him. I hope he understands that. There's only so much I can take and I think I'm at breaking point.

 Elena.

 I sighed and place my pen in the middle of the book, separating the pages so I'd know where to start writing again. What was I doing? I was letting Damon walk all over me. I wasn't some kind of door mat. I was a person, I was Elena Gilbert, and I was his girlfriend. I rolled off of my bed to answer the calls from Jeremy asking for breakfast. It was a new day, I was prepared to put all of this Damon drama behind me for a while, I needed a break. And when he was ready to talk, I would listen. For now, I needed to make Jeremy pancakes.

I walked down the stairs half awake, my hair in a mind of its own as it styled itself in a tangled mess on the top of my head. I didn't even want to think what it must look like. I walked into the kitchen yawning to see my younger brother Jeremy sitting at the table ready with his plate.

 "Someone's eager." I teased as I grabbed all the things I needed for pancakes.

 "Not just him either. It's great to have you home again, Elena." Alaric interrupted, grabbing another plate and sitting next to Jeremy.

 "It's great to be home, I've missed you both so much." I said, flipping a pancake before placing it onto Jeremy's plate.

 "Have you spoken to Damon? You know... Since I did..." Alaric trailed off.

 "No, and I've decided I'm going to either. He will be the one talking to me first. I know it sounds stubborn, but I need a break." I sighed, giving Alaric a pancake. He thanked me and for a few minutes him and Jeremy were completely quiet, stuffing their faces with pancakes that I kept whipping up. It was hard work taking care of these two.

 Damon's P.O.V

 I didn't really know how to feel. Alaric was right... Wasn't he... I was being horrible to Elena. Treating her like dirt on my leather jacket. I threw my bottle of whiskey against the wall, I was done drinking. With small and explosion of alcohol the whiskey was gone. I grabbed my phone and dialed Elena's number. Only her cute little voice from when she was fifteen answered the phone. Her god damn voice mail.

 "You've got to be kidding me." I muttered, waiting for the beep. "Elena, call me. We need to talk." I demanded as soon as the beep sounded. I hung up and chucked my phone onto the couch. If Stefan was here he'd be having a go at me at how stubborn I was, how selfish I was because messing with a girls emotions as delicate and as beautiful as Elena's was an awful thing to do. And I'd ignore him, walk past him muttering something about how he was wrong...

 Oh my God... I've been treating Elena how I treat Stefan in an argument! Stefan wasn't here to put up with me so I've been throwing everything I felt at her and she hasn't been able to handle it all. How could she? I sure as hell couldn't. That's it, I was going to the Gilbert house.

 Stefan's P.O.V

 "Thank you, Mrs Jones." I said sweetly as she poured me a cup of tea. I was more or less looking at the bandage on her neck that I'd stripped off about four times since I'd been here. She was a kind lady at the age of sixty-seven, her eyes were a bright jewel blue and her hair was white and perfect from a perm. Her hand shook as she poured the tea into the cup and placed the pot back on the coffee table and sat opposite me.

 "No problem, dear." She replied, stealing my sweet voice. She sipped at her tea for a little while before starting up the conversation again. "So dear, tell me. What will you be up to today?"

 "Oh not much, maybe looking for a red head tonight I think... Or probably another blonde." I replied, grinning behind my untouched cup of tea.

 "I see." She said, unsure. "I'm not sure if I'm comfortable with you bringing another girl home. They always mess up the place." she grumbled. I frowned at her.

 "Nonsense. They don't," I told her stubbornly placing my cup of tea on the side.

 "No I've decided, no more girls." She said to me like I was her grandson. I leaned towards her, firing up my compulsion. I would have things my way.

 "You let me do what I want, remember? I don't want to hear another word of it. I'll bring home whoever I want and you will not care the slightest bit if their blood gets everywhere." I demanded. Her face went blank and she nodded, understanding me.

 "I will not care the slightest bit if you bring someone home." She repeated me flatly.

 I grinned, I loved getting my way.

Hi guys! I hoped you liked the chapter? What do you think? Someone actually got through to Damon!!! Like wow! ;D I wasn't sure if I should've waited longer before Damon realised how much of a jerk he was being... But yeah get ready for the massive argument between Damon and Elena! Ahh! Can't wait to write that :D

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Molly xx