Moonlight 💜 Stefan Salvatore

THREE

"Oh.. it's nice to meet you, Stefan Salvatore."

"What a pleasure to meet you." Stefan kissed the back of my hand. I blushed as red as a tomato.

It was pretty obvious that I was drooling over him but what can I say, he's pretty handsome.

"So your dad - is pretty um..."

"Overprotective," I snapped a little to fast.

"Yeah.."

It was already awkward, I was embarrassed.

There was nothing I could say now.

"So you wanna walk, new girl?" He asked with a playful tone.

"Sure," I responded with an awkward smile on my face.

"So is there anything going on with you and your dad?"

I froze. He's very straight forward.

"Um... why would you think t-that?" I stuttered, mentally face-palming.

"Are you sure?" He furrowed his eyebrows.

Tears pricked my eyes, "No..." a single tear slipped out. I quickly wiped it away. He stopped walking to stand in front of me.

"You wanna talk about it?" he asked.

"I'm sorry, if I tell you-never mind."

I couldn't tell him. If I did, something terrible and disgusting will happen to me. I just didn't even want to imagine if I disobeyed my father.

"Olivia-"

"I said I don't wanna talk about it, Stefan!" I snapped at him.

"I'm only trying to help you."

"I didn't need your help," I said in a harsh voice.

"Let's just go back home."

We walked on the sidewalks for about 5 minutes, we hadn't said anything to each other.

After that he walked inside his house and shut the door, leaving me alone. He didn't even say goodbye to me, maybe I was a little too harsh.

This is exactly why I have no friends. I walked inside my house as my dad glares at me.

"What where you doing with that boy? Did he touch you? Did he kiss you?" He questioned me in a furious tone.

"Dad don't bulldoze me with questions," I said.

"WHAT DID YOU SAY TO ME!" He yelled as I saw a glimpse of Stefan looking through his window.

"Dad, we were just talking..." my voice cracked.

"What did he say to you?" My dad growled.

"Well he asked me what was going on with you and me I stuttered. So he started to get suspicious, and asked if I wanted to talk about it. I swear I didn't say anything."

"You better not have!" He stomped towards me, I backed up but of course I bumped into the wall.

His hand come in contact with my cheek. I lost count of how many times he had done it. Once that was done, he went outside to smoke a cigarette.

My face was left with a red mark on the right side of my cheek.

I ran to my room, smashed the door and locked it behind me. I crumpled down on the floor as I hid my face in my hands. I didn't deserved this, but why did I receive it?

My eyes landed on a pair of scissors. I grabbed it and steadied it above my wrist.

One cut, two cuts, three cuts, four cuts-

"Honey, are you there? I'm sorry," Robert spoke from the other side of the door. Blood seeped through the open wound. I pulled my sleeve hoping it would stop the blood flow.

"You come back for more hitting sessions?" I quipped.

"Don't you speak in that tone with me, young lady," He hissed.

"Fine... what is it?" I stood up and opened the door, staring directly at him with a cold look in my dull eyes.

"I-I think it's time you know the truth..." My dad looked down. I continued to glare at him.

For once he actually stuttered to me, but that means something wrong. I never heard him stutter. What was it? What happened?

"Olivia, I'm not your real father."

"Wait... what?" Why would he drop this on me now?

"I'm your stepfather..."

Thousands of questions buzzed around my head, yet only one stuck out the most.

Who was my real father? And if he's still alive, where is he?