11: Doesnt Mean You Cant Be My Dirty Mistress

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꧁ CHAPTER  ELEVEN ꧂

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CHAPTER  ELEVEN

𝐼 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑚𝑖𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑎𝑛 𝑒𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑡𝑦 𝑜𝑓 𝑚𝑖𝑠𝑒𝑟𝑦-𝐼'𝑚 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑘𝑒𝑒𝑝𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑚𝑦 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑 ~ Dᴀᴍᴏɴ Sᴀʟᴠᴀᴛᴏʀᴇ

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𝐼 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑚𝑖𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑎𝑛 𝑒𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑡𝑦 𝑜𝑓 𝑚𝑖𝑠𝑒𝑟𝑦-
𝐼'𝑚 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑘𝑒𝑒𝑝𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑚𝑦 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑
~ Dᴀᴍᴏɴ Sᴀʟᴠᴀᴛᴏʀᴇ

𝐼 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑚𝑖𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑎𝑛 𝑒𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑡𝑦 𝑜𝑓 𝑚𝑖𝑠𝑒𝑟𝑦-𝐼'𝑚 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑘𝑒𝑒𝑝𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑚𝑦 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑 ~ Dᴀᴍᴏɴ Sᴀʟᴠᴀᴛᴏʀᴇ

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━━━ WAKING UP THE NEXT MORNING WAS INCREDIBLY DIFFICULT.

Every single bone in my body ached, screamed, and it seemed that as soon as I was awake I was greeted by a smiling Sheila holding a cup of tea.

"Sheila," I gave her a grin, but my eyes were droopy, communicating my exhaustion. "what time is it?"

"4:30 in the morning," she said nonchalantly, and I widened my eyes.

"Wow, really? I thought I'd be out all day at least."

Sheila chuckled softly, "you've been out for three."

"Well then, that explains it."

I was covered in one of the patchwork quilts that Sheila made years ago, and placed on my favourite spot on the couch. It was almost funny, I had so many clothes and other home supplies at everyone's houses (Matt's, Caroline's, Elena's, Stefan's, Bonnie's, Tyler's) that I could move in with any one of them and be good for at least a few months.

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