Protecting Elijah

•Chapter 17• Judging From Within (Part 1)

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*This is such an important chapter, it explains a lot about Tiffany, I actually started crying a bit when I wrote this*

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After spending the whole night in my room crying, I'm surprised I didn't wake up Stephan.

As I tried to sleep, I started thinking of my options on how to avoid Elijah the best I could. Maybe I would just ignore him, or maybe move out of the house.

No I can't do that, I'm placed here to stay on the North side, but what if I went and stayed with Lynn and her sister for a bit, maybe help out on their side. Yeah I can do that. I'm going to have to talk to Lynn about it before I do anything stupid though.

I roll onto my side and pull the blankets closer to me, grabbing a pillow I hold it against my chest and snuggle deeper into the warmth. I can't help but sigh in content as I indulge into the feeling of being safe.

Closing my eyes, I try to fall back asleep but all I can think about is that irritating Alpha a couple doors down. The lies he told me about fixing his situation with Tiffany, and I almost believed him.

I should have known he was lying, but I mean a girl can dream right. I've got to stop thinking about it, it's just going to cause me more stress.

I'm disturbed from my thoughts, as I hear loud voices coming from downstairs. Weird, I didn't know we had company. Grunting in annoyance I look over to my alarm clock.

10:12 am

I should probably get up, it's not like I was getting any sleep anyways. After I took a shower and got ready I made my way downstairs and headed towards the voices, but instantly regretted it.

Standing with his arm around Tiffany's waist was Elijah smiling and laughing with an older couple in the kitchen. I peeked over to get a better view, hoping they wouldn't see me.

Yup, nothing changed its the same. Still that blonde bitch wrapped around my delicious looking mate. That's my cue to leave.

Stepping backwards I head for the stairs again, but stop as the older man says something that stops my heart as well.

"Do you smell that Elijah?"

Shit, it's probably me, they don't know what my scent is. Gosh this is going to be like Stephan all over again thinking I'm a rogue.

"Smell what?" Elijah questions back.

"That, it's coming from over here" old guy says pointing in my direction.

I start to panic, not because of them seeing me, but because of Elijah seeing me. If he does, it will ruin my plan of avoiding him. I'll just run for it, who cares.

Following through, I take a step up the stairs and curse as it squeaks. Of course I have to step on the squeaky one. Holding my breath, I crouch lower trying to hide myself behind the railings but jump as I come in contact with pale, blue eyes.

"Shit" I mumble just as a hand reaches out and grabs my hair pulling me over the railing. I hiss as the pain shoots up my scalp. God damn, why is this guy ripping my hair out and why the fuck does everyone hurt me right when they see me.

I snap out of my thoughts as I bite down on the man's arm hard enough to draw blood. Throwing my head back I smash it against his nose, hopefully breaking it and grab him by the neck. I throw him against the wall, and his feet don't touch the ground as I get up close and personal with this bastard.