Cousins: Starting Families

40: Face to Face! 'Deleted'

"Hey, ba--" I paused mid-sentence. It wasn't just Damon entering the house, but Elena slipping in behind him.

"Hi, darling," he said, shutting the door behind them. He walked over to where I now sat erect in my spot on the couch.

"Hey," Elena mumbled.

"Hi," I said, barely glancing at her. Damon came over, leaning down trying to kiss me but I turned my head. "What are you two about to do?" I asked, looking around him at her now.

"Actually I invited her over cause I think you two need to talk," Damon answered. He stood up and took a few steps back from the couch.

"I told him--" Elena began.

"There's nothing to talk about," I cut her off, narrowing my eyes on my husband.

"Elena, take a seat," Damon said.

"I said I'm not talking to her," I spat.

"Well, you need to," he retorted. "I'm sick of it. From both of you. You're mad at her. She's upset because you're mad. I don't want to listen to it anymore. Either make up or leave each other alone."

"Oh, she's already left me alone," I scoffed. "That's why she has so much free time to be all over you."

"All over him?" Elena scoffed. "That's dramatic to say."

"Is it?" I quipped. "Are you not active on social media? And is he not in like every post you put up for the world including me to see?"

"And you can see we're not doing anything wrong," she retorted.

"Wrong is you spending time with my husband!" I yelled, standing up.

"Now you choose who his friends are?"

"No, but maybe I should start saying what type of friends he can't have."

"What type would those be?" She scoffed, standing up herself so we were face to face.

"Slutty ones like you!" I spat. "Throwing your arms around him, pressing your face to his, always under his arm. And when he's not in your post, posting pics of yourself half dressed and trying to be seductive. It's trashy."

"Skylar--" Damon went to interfere.

"No--No, Damon--Is that what you think? I'm a slut? Okay, well, then your husband doesn't mind. And are you not the slut who started posting similar pictures on Instagram?"

"To prove a point. You can think you're all hot, but so am I. And I have him," I emphasized.

"Then why are you so mad?!"

"Are you dense? I'm sorry I don't like sluts throwing themselves at my man."

"Stop!" Damon shouted. He moved towards us, stepping in the inch between us. His arms wrapping around me and lifting me from the floor and taking a few steps back. "Stop calling each other sluts," he said, looking between us.

"That's what she is. A fucking attention whore," I spat, glaring at her.

"Whatever. I don't need this. I'll see you around, Damon," she said.

"No, you won't!" I growled. I pushed against Damon, ready to tackle her to the ground.

"Hey, hey!" Damon shouted for my attention. His hands cupping my face. "Baby, calm down."

"No," I argued. "I'm done. And I mean it this time. I've never told you who you can and can't be friends with. Clearly, showing and telling you my dislike for them hasn't stopped you from spending time with them. So I'm going to tell you now."