Venom Attraction

chapter 13: from shook to sad to PARTY !!

I shot by my house. I wasn t ready or calm enough to actually go home. So I went to the one place where I knew I could be left alone long to enough to gather myself.  

The graveyard.  

I parked the car where it couldn t really be seen from the road. Carrying my heels in my hand, I walked to my mom s grave, I sat up against the back of my mom s headstone. And I lost it. I cried, screamed, I might have punched the grass a little, I pretty much had a damn panic attack right then and there.  

What I had just been told was waaaaaaaay too much to take in. It was like, witches, and vampires and werewolves, oh my. I have spent the past eighteen years in a magic, supernatural, anything weird-free existence. Only to be dumped right in the shit my first week back in the town I was born in.  

Hey, are you okay?  

I looked up (probably looking like a frightful mess) to see what I thought was Damon through eyes clouded by tears.  

D-Damon? I hiccupped.  

Yeah, it s me. What s wr-wrong! Wrong came out of Damon s mouth like an exclaimed word instead of a question because I had shot off my butt on the ground and had wrapped my arms around Damon s neck, almost knocking him off his feet.  

Hey, ok ok. Damon wrapped his arms around me, one hand on the back of my head smoothing my hair.  

I didn t really care who found me as long as it wasn t my parents. I probably would have hugged the mailman if he d found me. I would have hugged Caroline, Stefan, Elena, Bonnie, Matt, even Tyler. If anyone had found me before Damon did and asked me what was wrong, I probably would have hugged them too.  

While I cried Damon just held me. He gently rocked me from side to side, ran his fingers through my hair, gently smoothing it. I even felt him gently kiss the top of my head once. If I had to hazard a guess, Damon was running through what he remembered his mom doing to calm a crying child.  

I did eventually stop crying and acting like I couldn t breathe and my death grip on Damon relaxed.  

Now, what s got you in such a state? If it s a boy I ll kick his ass for you.  

I can t talk about it right now. I mumbled, trying in vain to get my smeared make up off my face. But it s not some stupid boy. That stupid boy was forced by his dad to apologize to me. I pulled back from Damon and let go of him, he did the same. I m really sorry for just jumping on you like that, Damon. I just&  

You needed comfort in the moment. I get it. You do not have to apologize to me.  

How can you even look at me right now? I bet I look god awful from my make up carving tracks down my face.