Broken [Damon Salvatore]

Running Back to You

EMMA'S POV

Still at Caroline's house, I didn't sleep all night. I was still planning my escape to meet Shane. What did I want to do?

Would I meet him?

Text him?

YES! My phone hadn't died yet... Well, not battery wise.. Me throwing it at the wall...

I sent a text:

Shane-

It's me. Meet me at the Grill tomorrow at 6. I need to talk to you.

I got no reply. Oh well. He's still going to meet me. I knew that.

This is just what Shane wanted.

Me.

That's just what he's going to get.

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DAMON'S POV

Driving back to Mystic Falls... Never though I'd do that. I always thought my brooding brother loved the small towns because nobody would notice him.. But, now I think of it, Saint Stefan hates everything.. And me just making it worse over the 100 years, he hates me. Maybe he'll help me get Emma back.

I pulled my iPhone out, "Pick up Stefan! Pick up!"

Voicemail.

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EMMA'S POV

Still plotting my escape, my thoughts were interrupted by the buzz of my phone.

"Hello?"

"Emma! Thank god you answered! I wanted to apologize abou-"

"Damon. No. I'm fine. Forget about me. Forget about us. Forget about everything we've ever done." I needed to push him away if I wanted to let Shane take me back.

"God damnit, Emma! I rarely ever do this, let me talk! I wanted to apologize about how I reacted. I know you just lost your sister. I wanted to keep you sa-"

"Don't you dare say safe. I don't, and will not, need your protection. Ever." I spat.

"What?!" He paused, "Emma, don't do something stupid. I will kill you myself."

"Too late."

I hit the end call button, hearing his pleads. I felt more tears fall silently. I needed to forget about him. Forever. Shane is getting what he wants.

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DAMON'S POV

"Emma! Don't you dare!" I called her again.

Another voicemail.

She can't go to Shane. It's a death wish. Well, for Shane. Not so much Emma.

I pulled into the Salvatore Boarding house's driveway. The dirt and pebbles crumbling under the tires.

Stefan appeared in the doorway.

"Where's Emma?"

" I don't know. But, she'll be dead any day," I needed another way to put it, "Stefan, we have a problem."

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A/N: Damon figured it out. Will Emma survive this? Will Damon survive this?

Thanks for the reads!!!

~Mae