ANNOYANCE ¥ TVD (ON HOLD)

Well shit pt 2

I was being crushed.

The weight of my emotional baggage and secrets of my past life were weighing on my chest. Eating me-

Haha! Who the fuck am I kidding?! Emotional baggage my ass.

The only thing weighing down on my chest was Henry's fat ass.

"Get off of me you wannabe Blurrg!"

Henry who was sitting on my non existent boobs looked down at me with a scowl on his round baby face.

"Are you calling me fat?"

"No?"

Fûck yes I am, my lungs are screaming!

Henry scowled at me before bouncing on me several times in a row.

Bitch was riding me like a dildo.

A wheezing snort escaped me as the thought crossed my mind.

Well shit I'm going to hell.

Henry stopped and stared at me for a long moment. "What?"

I shook my head, "I'm going to hell," cackled and He rolled off me as I curled into myself my shoulders shaking with uncontrollable laughter.

God I hate myself.

Henry came over a cupped my cheeks with his chubby palms and pressed our foreheads together with an adorable pout which made me laugh harder.

"What's so funny?"

I gasped air into my lungs wrapping arms tight around him so he was laying down on the old rug in Polly's house next to me.

"You're my best friend."

"I know."

"You're the only on for me," I whispered through giggles.

He smiled, "I better be."

So cute and possessive.

I could just squeeze him to death.

He's mine now so I can. Which I did. He let out a loud wheeze as I squeezed him to my non existent chest.

Polly walked holding a grimoire in her hands. She paused to stare at us before shaking her head not even questioning why I was trying to murder her grandson.

Which Henry took much offence to. Wheezing out. "Rude."

"Elena let go of the poor boy."

"No. He's mine!"

"I can't be yours if you kill me," Henry reasoned. I let out a reluctant sigh before releasing him. The boy let out a thankful sound as he rolled over so his back was to me. I sat up with a large grin.

He was right.

Polly looked at me from over the grimoire for a long moment.

"Elena do you know what this is?"

Paused for a moment and instead of lying I nodded my head. "A witches cookbook."

As Damon Salvatore once stated.

Polly chuckled, "Yes, a grimoire," she looked at me and Henry as he made his way back over so our sides were slotted up against one another as we sat. "Does that mean you know what I am?"

I shrugged, "It's not that hard to figure out when you threaten us with disembowelment and using our entrails in your spell," I shrugged my shoulders in response, while Henry cupped his stomach protectively.