Catastrophe | Damon Salvatore [3] ✔️

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Chapter Sixteen

"Anybody home?" I yell as I step into the Salvatore House. I hold a take away cup of iced coffee in my hand and a cookie in my other hand.

"Yes, Emilia, I'm home." Stefan walks from around the corner, sighing with a roll of his eyes. "What brings you here at..." he checks his watch, "nine in the morning? Wow, didn't see you as an early bird."

"I didn't sleep at all, actually." I reply, shrugging as I sip my coffee.

"Why not?" Stefan asks, frowning as he follows me into the living room.

"I was too busy thinking about life." I say sarcastically. I snort at the look he gave me, "Joking. I was too busy having sex." His eyes widened and I chuckle, "Joking. Gosh Stefan, you believe so easily."

He rolls his eyes, "Wanna tell me the real reason why you didn't sleep?"

"Okay fine." I huff, "I visited my parents in the cemetery." I answer honestly, looking down at the floor as I fall back on the couch.

"Which ones?" He asks softly, sitting beside me.

"Both." I whisper as I play with my fingers, trying to avert myself from breaking.

"I'm so sorry, Emilia." Stefan whispers, placing a comforting hand on my shoulder.

"Not your fault." I reply, gulping as I look up at Stefan. I meet his eyes but I instantly look away, not liking the way he was looking at me.

Pity.

Gosh I hated that word.

Damon and Rebekah walk down the stairs, catching my attention. My lips part in shock as they converse, Damon shirtless while Rebekah zips up her dress. It's obvious that they had a one night stand.

"Okay," I drag, "When did that happen?" I ask Stefan, pointing my finger at the couple.

I couldn't deny the jealousy and anger I felt inside of me, but I'm trying to get over Damon. And if this is how I get over him, then be it.

"Uh, I'm not so sure myself." Stefan replies, narrowing his eyes at them. I stand up and walk to them while Stefan mumbles, "Oh god, please don't do anything stupid."

"Rebekah." I greet, catching both her and Damon's attention. "Latching onto assholes now, are you?" I ask, crossing my arms with a smirk as Damon gasps, offended.