Stefan Salvatore's daughter ~ Miracle

51. Strength is what we have to hold on

Gillian's P.O.V.

I lean down to grab a book that I threw on the floor last night to put it back on the shelf. The sun has slowly come up this morning and I couldn't sleep anymore. I don't think I actually did really sleep. It's more like taking a nape. I sigh and place the book on the shelf as I drink a blood bag at the same time. Uncle Damon came early this morning, checking if I was alright and up. Of course I was up, however, I wasn't fine. I could read the sadness on his face which didn't help at all. He told me he would come help me clean up after doing few things down stairs. And that was almost three hours ago. I walk back to the center of the room and grab my trash to put the sheets of paper and the pillow that I snatched of anger last night. I feel more lonely than ever and the words that Damon's brother used last night... How could he say something like that? Even in 1920, he never told me things like that. I hate Klaus for turning my father into that monster again. I grab few broken pencils and throw them away as well. I guess I'll just have to buy some others again. I stand up and put the trash back next to my desk before grabbing a new book. I take it when a picture flies off of it. I frown confused and pick it up before looking at it. It's a picture of dad and I, laughing. I am sitting on Dad's lap as he is tickling my sides. I can't tell who took it but we look so happy on that photo. I sigh and slowly touch the picture when I hear someone clearing his throat. I look up at the door when a wave of sadness hits me again.

- What a mess you created, smirks my father while leaning against the door frame of my room, his arms crossed over his chest. Am I the reason for that mess? He asks, sounding like he truly doesn't care but is actually amused by it.

- Do you actually care? I manage to say with a low voice while walking to the shelf, turning my back to him.

- No, smiles my father. I was just checking if you didn't kill yourself because last night... Wow! That was quiet a show to hear from my room. You almost made me care, he says in a dramatical way as he slowly steps inside my room but stays near the door. I turn around, not puting the book back on the shelf.

- Get out of my room, I tell him in a warning tone.

- Or what? You're going to call your uncle? Dad laughs as I stare sadly and upset at him. We both know he prefers Elena over you. If one day, Elena and your life are in danger and he can save only one of you, who do you think he will come to rescue? I don't answer his question and look down after a moment. Dad laughs again. See, nobody cares about you, I look back up at him with tears. I quickly started to see blurry as rage and sadness weight on my chest. Dad turns around, still laughing as he was about to leave. But before he could go anywhere I throw the book at him with my vampire strength. My father turns back around in a rush and catches it with one hand. Nice try, Gi, but you suck, suddenly he rushes over to me and pines me against the wall behind me. I gasp and stare at him, scared. His face is all vamped out. The veins under his eyes and his fangs disappear before he laughs again and backs off. You're just a weak thing, Gillian. I should have abandoned you when you were born. Just like your mother did, I can't take it anymore. I frown angrily and sadly before slapping him across the face. Yes, I just slapped my father. Dad looks at me again, his eyes darker than the black color. I watch his face vamping out again as he was about to jump on me when his body suddenly flies across the room. I am pushed against the wall behind I and fall on the floor, sit. I look up to see Uncle Damon standing in front of me. Brother! What a non surprise to see you, smirks my father while getting from the floor.

- Get out of this room, Stefan, warns my uncle with all his madness. Dad laughs to his brother's warning while nodding. I'm not kiding. Walk out, Stefan, dad still doesn't move. Now! Screams Damon which got me to gasp and jumpscared. Damon's brother shrugs and leaves the room in a rush. Uncle Damon turns around and holds his hand out to help me up. I grab them and stand up before embracing him tightly letting a sob out. I didn't even know I was crying already. It's okay, Boo. It's okay, shuches me, my uncle while rocking us back and forth. I pull away from him while shaking my head but stay in his arms.