The Bet ✔

|35| The Morning After

A/N: Just a heads up, towards the end of the chapter there will be some insecurities and self hate ⚠️ It can be a bit of a trigger so if you are not comfortable with it you can skip that part. 

| Damon |

It was now well past 1:00 in the morning, my eyes kept glancing back at Emma in the rear view mirror on instinct. I knew she was in pain and I couldn't help but continuously check on her. She was sat back against the seat and her head laid against the cool glass window of the car door. She looked numb and without a care in the world — not in a good way.

I sighed and looked away. I couldn't watch her in pain anymore. My hands automatically fisted in my lap and I fought the urge to fight Dean to drive to Tyler's house and put him in as much pain as Emma was.

I felt Dean glance over at me a few times and I knew it was only a matter of seconds before he opened his mouth to try and ease my anger. He was angry too, no doubt but he was always better at concealing it and having this calm rage.

"I can almost feel the anger radiating off of you bro. You need to calm down for Emma's sake." He mumbled, trying to avoid Emma hearing him.

I looked over at his with narrowed eyes "Don't fucking sit there and act like your not as pissed as I am and you don't want to beat that kid senseless."

He shook his head and I finally saw a glimpse of his hidden anger. His hand clutched the steering wheel so tight, I thought it would break and his jaw muscles ticked. He took in a deep breath and responded "You have no idea how much I want to make the little fuck pay okay?" he hissed through his teeth "But we can't act like a couple of crazed animals and go on our first instinct. We are adults Dae, fucking act like it."

I glared at the tone his used on me. Older brother or not, I had no problem fighting him, It wouldn't be the first time we've fought. But I decided to push my feelings aside and sweep his comment under the rug. Emma didn't need anymore issues tonight.

I shook my head and looked away from him, my emotions suddenly getting the best of me and I was worried I would shed a tear for my baby sister. "I just can't fucking stand seeing her like that Dean." I mumbled, trying my best to keep my voice low.

There was a small moment of silence before he spoke "I can't either. She's a strong girl, we taught her how to be. She will get past this and be happy again."

"Can you guys please stop fucking talking like I'm not in the god damn car with you." Emma's frustrated tone came at us from the backseat. Her tone held frustration but her voice came out broken and low.

I looked back at her and grunted "Watch the fucking language Emma."

"Do you hear yourself dumb ass? And you expect her not to?" Dean mumbled from beside me.

"What about you, damn hypocrite!" I shouted back, watching as a smirk formed on his face.

"UGH!" Emma groaned "Enough, both of you! All I want is to forget this damn night ever happened!" She exclaimed, two lone tears rolling down her cheeks.

Im sure she was bottling up so much pain so we wouldn't see her break but I knew how broken she was inside and it made my chest heavy. I sighed and turned back around in my seat. Dean glanced over at me and I glanced right back at him.

He cleared his throat and looked back at Emma through the rear view mirror.

"Do you want to talk about it Em? It might feel better if you let it out."

Her head was back, leaning against the window and she shook it 'no'. "I can't talk about it without crying, and Tyler isn't worth anymore of my tears."