The One

Chapter 1

I wake up to the blaring noise of my alarm clock. I roll over and groan while attempting to find the button to turn of the alarm. I finally turn it off and lazily crawl out of bed. I walk into the bathroom and get into the steaming hot shower. I scrub my dirty blonde hair with my vanilla shampoo and conditioner. as i finish up in the shower I hear my brother knock on the bathroom door.

"Everley are you almost done I need to get in there." he says just loud enough for me to hear but not too loud wake up our parents.

I shut off the shower and wrap the towel around my body and put another in my hair. I open the door and push past my brother Derik to my room.

"We have to be out of here by 7 so we can leave before they wake up." I tell Derik before closing my door.

I sit at my small vanity that is really not much of a vanity. It's a small beat up brown desk and an old mirror. I brush and blow dry my hair and put on a little make up before walking into my closet to find something to wear. I decide to wear my ripped black skinny jeans and my light blue cropped sweater and a black pair of vans.

I grab my bag and car keys before walking down the stairs to see Derik waiting at the front door.

"you finally ready?" he asks with a harsh tone.

"Yes lets go." I say just as harsh.

We walk out and get into my small two door Chevy and begin driving to school. We pull into our normal parking spot in the back. Derik hops out and begins walking up the the school. I always wait until he gets inside to get out so he doesn't see what happens when I do. I finally take a deep breath and hop out the car and lock it. I start walking up the the school hoping not to be noticed.

"Hey bitch." I hear from behind me. I take a deep breath and turn around. Damon and Stefan Salvatore. They have been after me for years for no reason.

"What?" I snap. I shouldn't have done that but I'm so fed up with them.

"Don't get an attitude." Damon almost yells. If he wasn't such an ass he could actually be attractive. With his light blue husky like eyes and his dark hair.

"I'm not in the mood today." I reply and begin walking away.

Damon grabs my wrist and forces me to face him. His eyes quickly go dark as he raises his hand giving in more force when in come in contact with my already flushed cheek. I feel the tears coming and before I start crying I rip my wrist form has grasp and run back to my car and begin to drive away.

I reach my house hoping my parents aren't awake yet so I can get up to my room without them noticing. I pull into the drive way and quietly walk in to the house. My fathers head snaps up to look at who walked in and his eyes go wide. He stands and and slowly walks towards me.

"What the hell are you doing home?" He yells.

"I-I didn't -" is all I manage to get out before he pushes me into the wall and begins to knee, slap and punch me. This goes on for a few minutes and when he is done I get up and run out of the house.

I reach my car and look up to see non other than Damon standing on the sidewalk with what looks like concern in his eyes. He walks up to me looking confused wondering what happened and that is when I realized my lip was bleeding and I had a small gash on the top of my cheekbone.

"What the hell happened?" He almost whispers. He raises his hand to reach my face to get a closer look and I flinch away. I look into his blue eyes he almost looks sad.

"Please just leave me alone Damon." I whisper before walking away. My dad took my keys so there is no way to drive anywhere. I begin down the sidewalk and hear an engine start up and a car slowly pull up next to me. I look over to see Damon in a light blue Chevy Camaro.

"Get in." He demands. I roll my eyes and continue walking and he follows.

"Everley get in the damn car." He almost shouts.

"No. I'm not getting in a car with you." I say firmly.

"Please?" He almost begs. I can't help but give into he light blue eyes full of plea.

"Fine." I state and slowly get in and sit as close to the door and far away form him as possible.

"Where are we going?" I ask while looking out the window to avoid eye contact.

"My place to clean up those cuts." He replies.

"Why do you care?" I snap.

"Who did that to you?" He changes the subject.

"Don't worry about it." I whisper. I feel his stare and I look over to meet his eyes.

"Was it your dad?" He quietly asks. I look away and stay silent not wanting to talk about what my dad has done. He takes the hint and stops grilling me.

"We are here." He states.

I get out and follow him into the big house and up the stairs to a bathroom. He slowly cleans the cut on my cheek. It begins to sting and I wince. He pulls back quickly.

"Are you okay?" he asks.

"I'm fine. Can I leave please?" I beg.

"Not until you tell me what happened." He demands.

"Why do you care? All you have done for the past 3 years of my life is harass me and now that you see my home life you feel some kind of pity? Just let me leave Damon. Please." I snap. making his eyes go wide.

"I care because I went through the same thing. Look Everley I'm sorry for everything. I'm done I promise I'll let you be. Just let me help you this once. Just this one time to make up for it." he pleas.

"Fine." I state. I'm confused as to why he is suddenly nice to me. Just because we went through the same thing doesn't mean we are the same.

He finishes cleaning the cuts and bandaging them and I begin to walk out of the bathroom.

"Where are you going?" He asks.

"Home. I'm leaving." I answer with a harsh tone.

"I'm not letting you go back there." He states and crosses his arms.

"I have no where else to go." I state.

"Stay here." He blurts.