Cousins: Starting Families

20: Face to Face! 'Talking It Out'

I let myself in the house with my large duffel bag on my shoulder. I looked to see Damon laying on the couch with Moke on his chest. Our eyes met, but neither of us spoke. We haven't properly talked outside of IG in three days. And that bothered me. He was busy all Friday night with Kai, helping him move into his new apartment apparently. Saturday I left to D.C. for my brother, Derek's friend, Brooks Laich. He's a hockey player.

We met last week, when Derek brought him to the movies. This weekend me, Kol, Stefan, Jeremy, Tyler, Caroline, and Derek went to the game. All of us had met Brooke at the movies besides Stefan, but Kol invited Stefan to the hockey game. Kol and I were specifically not inviting Damon and Bonnie. In spite of how they've excluded us both the last month and a half I've been back.

Anyways we all watched the hockey game. Got dinner after, went to a nightclub for like two hours, stayed in a hotel, and then today, Sunday we explored D.C. until we all but Brooks came back to Mystic Falls. Not a big deal but I wasn't home all weekend bored and alone like I would've been.

Without a word I walked off, heading upstairs with Cooper and Bambi immediately by my side, following me. I headed to he bedroom to unpacked my bag. I wasn't alone for long because Damon followed me up, joining me in the bedroom.

"How was your weekend?" He asked.

"Great," I said, keeping my back to him.

"You know, I don't understand something..."

"Just one something?" I snorted. He didn't reply so I turned to see him leaning in the doorway, arms crossed and jaw clenched. He looked...delectable. But I was still livid. And deeper than that: hurt, crushed, heartbroken.

"If you didn't like me going out so often, why didn't you just say something?" He asked and I shook my head.

"I shouldn't have to Damon. You should WANT to spend time with me. I shouldn't have to ask you or beg you not to go. And I've pretty much couldn't make it clearer that I want you with me, I don't care what we do," I retorted.

"Why does it have to be one or the other? Why don't you go the bar with me?"

"You've never invited me. You've NEVER ever asked me to! And the couple times you did, you were already gone and I definitely expressed the fact that I didn't want you to go. When have I not? But I'm not gonna tell you, you can't go."

He sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I don't know what to say, Skylar," he said and I rolled my eyes.

"Of course you don't," I scoffed. He walked forward and I pursed my lips, feeling my eyes burn with tears. "Don't touch me," I pleaded, as his large hands gripped my biceps gently.

"Darling, I'm sorry. I really will do better," he whispered. "I won't go out. At all. Okay? I don't want to have this fight. I don't want you this upset over anything."

"I just want to be cherished, Damon. And appreciated... You take me for granted, and it's not fair," I whimpered.

His arms circled around me, pulling me to his chest. "I'm so sorry. So, so sorry, beautiful," he whispered, kissing the top of my head. I sobbed softly, my hands clutching his black t-shirt.

"I want you to be happy but not at my expense," I cried. He shushed me softly, rubbing my back and just the comfort was making me more sad. We wouldn't be having this talk or arguing over social media if he spent his time with me. Holding me, showing me more affection, and giving me more of his time. It's not asking for a lot. "I don't want to be a chore... I don't want you t-to leave me."