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I feel the punch before it connects with my jaw. Pain spreads along my jawline, reaching my eyes.
Garrett delivers another hit to my left shoulder. He spits on my left shoulder, over the preexisting burn scars.
He grabs a handful of my dark brown hair, lifting my head up to face him. "Worthless" he spits.
He pulls my body higher. Throwing me on his double bed. Whimpers flood the room from Noel. My service dog. He begins barking from behind the door, unable to get through.
Noel turns to scratching at the door, but no one will help. No one can help. No one ever helps.
Garrett removes the rest of my clothes. Finally pulling down my shorts and underwear. Until I'm laying utterly naked in his bed.
Garrett pulls his jeans and boxers down. Just enough to free his tiny little dick.
I feel Noels weight before I register anything else. It was just a nightmare. Just a nightmare. He can't hurt me, he doesn't know where I am. I rationalise.
Noel layes his head on my shoulder, I instantively rub my hand in his fur. His brown tail immediately begins wagging.
I rest my head back against the headboard. Wiping the sweat with my sleeve.
Noel gets up off me so I can get up and shower. I quickly dry my hair as my phone sounds. Who the fuck is ringing me at 1 am.
"Hello?" I ask, as the number is unknown. The sound of music and chatter spills out the phone.
"Hey, umm, Quinns friend right?" A young woman asks. She doesn't sound more than 17, not that I can really say shut about her age. I'm 18.
"Yeah?"
"Cool, okay, that's good. She told me to ring you if she got shit faced drunk. And well she's shit faced. I'm Rosie by the way." Rosie explains. "We're at the homecoming dance." I begin to get dressed as she talks.
"I'll be there in half an hour. Keep this phone on." I instruct.
"Cool, see ya." Rosie hangs up. Goddammit, I shove my phone, as well as keys and a beanie into my tote bag before putting Noels service dog harness on. Clipping on his lead.
I gently knock on Charlies door. My housemate take a few seconds before she opens it. Her black hair a mess.
"I'm not helping you babysit." Charlie narrows her eyes towards me.
"Neither of us are babysitting anyone." I start, slinging my bag over my shoulder as I lock the door to our shitty apartment. Noel stood beside me.
"One of Quinns friends called cause she got shit faced at the school homecoming thingy. And she needs someone to pick her up, and I'd prefer it to be us over her taking the bus home. Wouldn't you?" I finish. Charlie let's out a grumbled fine as she clambers into the car. Noel getting in behind her.
"You can pick the music." I mutter after pulling out of the parking lot to our apartment building.
Charlie immediately blasts bon jovi, signing along as I drive. With her occasional directions to the school.
The sweet melody of Bed of roses fills the car as we near the school.
"You know, I think you should enroll." Charlie states. She looks me dead in the eyes. Holy shit she's being serious.
"You're serious?"
"Obviously, you're only just 18 so you could be a senior. You know go out party get involved in a love triangle." Charlie bursts out laughing. I quickly follow her, our laughs fall together.
I turn into the school. Mystic Falls High School.
"Where the fuck is everyone?" Charlie asks beside me, she turns the music down as I ring Rosie back.
"Speaker." Charlie demands.
"Hey, where the fuck are you?" She shouts, the music loud over the phone. That must be a fucking live band.
"Tyler Lockwoods house. Gym floor got flooded." Rosie states. Stepping away from the crowd.
"Where is that?" I ask.
"One sec. I'll text you directions from school." Rosie shouts, within a few moments my phone buzzes. I scan over the directions then hand to phone to Charlie.
We both mutter a goodbye and hang up the phone. Sitting in a comfortable silence on the drive to Tyler Lockwoods house.
Calling Tyler Lockwoods home a house in the understatement of the year. He lives in a fucking mansion. That may just be me broke ass opinion. But fucking hell.
I park the car as close to the house as possible. Before we both walk in, I decide to leave Noel in the car. As well the last party I took him in, I didn't see him for 3 days as some idiot thought he looked cute and took him.
It's painfully obviously we do not belong at this party. Everyone is dressed head to toe in suits that probably cost more than my rent or dresses shorter than a lab rats life span, but will still probably cost more than my car. Charlie can feel it too. I scan over out fits; hers a simple black ripped jeans and a tank top. Mine black jeans, black long sleeved undershirt and pale cream t-shirt with mushrooms on the front.
I tug my tote bag higher on my shoulder as we shove our way through the crowd to get upstairs. An odd unease settles in my stomach. I double check my text from Rosie, me and Quinn are going to be upstairs first door on the left. Its a bathroom. She threw up.
We push our way through, the crowd thins as we get higher. Eventually leaving only a few stragglers.
Charlie swings open the bathroom door. Quinn has her head proped up against the wall, she sat beside the toilet. Her short red dress crumpled and scrunched by her posture.
"Let's get her up." I mutter. Rosie goes and lifts her, I head over to help her slinging her arms over one shoulder each. Charlie grabs her purse.
"So much for not babysitting." She mutters holding the door open for us to pass through. We begin walking at an annoyingly slow pace down the stairs. The unease reappears in my stomach.
The band momentarily stops, someone's giving a speech. I can't tell whats being said, but it doesn't last long before we reach half way down the stairs the music starts again.
Charlie pushes infrount making a path through the crowd for us to follow.
Rosie trips, her footsteps faltering. She collapses onto an innocent bystander, dropping Quinn.
My feet falter with the unpredicted full weight of her. I grab hold of the railing steading myself. Charlie helps Rosie up before taking her place holding Quinn up.
She mumbles something incoherent before launching herself down the remaining steps.
I quickly follow her trying to push through the now thick crowd. A guy grabs my arm, the hold tight. Almost fearful.
"Elena I told you not to come." He deadpans. Looking right in my eyes.
"Who the fuck is Elena?" Quinn turns down the hall, Charlie and Rosie a few steps behind neither noticing me falling behind.
"Another?" He asks, completely to himself before he stares into my eyes "Sleepy time now." He mutters and everything goes black.
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The smell the bourbon is the first thing I notice. Everything stinks of it, from the carpet to the bed I'm laying in.
A guy sits in a chair beside the double bed. He runs a hand through his black hair. I place my hand over my chest to clam myself. Fuck I should've brought Noel with me.
"Who are you?" I ask, my throat dry and corse. My arms collapse under me as I try and sit up.
"You were out for days. Your not a vampire are you?" He asks. This dude is on something.
"What the fuck?" I mutter, pulling myself into a sitting position against the headboard. "Where am I? And who are you?"
"Oh how rude of me, I'm Damon. You're in my house. In my bed actually. Now who are you?"
"You took me without even knowing who I am. That's shit planning Damon." What the fuck is this? "You called me Elena, why?"
He looks constipated for a moment. I guess that's his thinking face. Before he gets up and leaves.
This day just keeps getting better. I take my chance to look around the room and over myself. None of my clothes have been touched, but my phone and bag are missing.
This guys bedroom is fucking huge, I take a few minutes to stand up regaining my strength. I walk over to the window. Shit, too high to jump.
The door swings open as I walk back over to the bed. Damon waltzes back in, there's a girl just behind him.
What the actual fuck? Everything about her besides and hairstyle choice, and well my general lack of association with kidnappers, everything is identical. Hair, eyes, height, face, built. Identical.
This is fucked.
"What the fuck?" I mutter. How is this even possible?
"Who are you?" She asks taking a step closer to me.
"Who am I? Oh well I seem to be the only fucking normal one around there. Why in the flying fuck ducks are we identical, and why didn't you even question why your boy toy here took me from a party and why did he mention vampires?" I practically scream at her my heart racing. Fucking shit. I'm going insane. That's it this is all home horrible nightmare or hallucination.
"I'm Elena Gilbert. And Damon is a vampire." She says as if the easiest thing in the world.
"No, no, I'm out. Bye. I am not doing this today." I walk around the bed heading for the door. But Damon beats me there. He immediately appears in the door frame.
"Not today, sweetheart. You're clearly not a vampire. Or a wolf, and you're not a witch or we'd be dead by now. So what are you?" He holds his hands against the door frame, blocking my path.
"How old are you?" Elena asks. What is this 20 questions.
"18." I turn to face Elena more. The quicker I answer maybe the quicker I leave.
"Why am I here?" My question falls on deaf ears.
Elena and Damon share a knowing glance. "When is your birthday?" Damon asks. Again with the 20 questions.
"22nd of June. Now can I leave. I have places to go, people to see." Elena stares blankly at me. Damons face is expressionless. But the shock is evident in both their eyes.
"Where you adopted?" Elena asks. Okay this is getting way to freaky Friday for me.
"Yeah?" Holy fuck. I have a fucking twin.
"I was too by my aunt and uncle." She clarifies.
"Whats your name?" She asks me again.
"Adelaide."