𝘐𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘢 𝘎𝘪𝘭𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘵 "𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘶𝘯 𝘵𝘸𝘪𝘯" 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥.
* this is not a polyamorous story. there is technically some overlap but never a polyamo...
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I couldn't help but notice that Lina has been acting weird ever since the founder's party. Ruder, quieter, and locked up in her room more.
She won't talk and only ever leaves her room for school and even at school she barely talks to anyone.
No parties, no socializing, nothing. Maybe it's because of Damon, I saw what he did to Caroline and Lina and he were getting close, maybe it's a similar situation.
Taking a deep breath, I knock on her door. I don't hear anything so I knock again. Again, nothing. I decide to just open the door and I see Lina sitting at her easel with headphones in her ears, blasting music while she paints.
"Lena," she breathes, "you knocked?"
"Yeah," I nod, "I'm worried about you. You've been acting weird lately."
She takes her earbuds out and sets her paintbrush down, "I'm fine."
"No, you're not," I sigh and sit on her bed, "I don't want to pry but... did Damon hurt you? Because he was hurting Caroline and if he was—" I ramble but she cuts me off.
"How bad was he hurting her?"
"It was really bad."
"Bruises?"
"And bite marks."
Lina looks upset by this but doesn't say anything, "Well he wasn't touching me so if that's what you were thinking, don't. If any man put his hands on me his dick would be across the room."
I laugh awkwardly, "Good to know." I stand up and step over to look at her painting, "You finished it?"
She nods and points to the wolf staring at the full moon, "I added a wolf and everything."
"You should keep it," I glance around her room, "in fact, you should keep it up there," I point to an empty place on her wall.
She smiles, "I'll hang it when it's dry."
"Hey, are you doing the Sexy Suds tomorrow?" I ask her.
"That requires getting wet, wearing bathing suits, and washing old men's cars whose cars don't really need washing they just want to watch us wash them," a devilish smile grows on her face, "Of course."
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𝖓𝖆𝖗𝖗𝖆𝖙𝖔𝖗
Lina lays on her stomach on Caroline's bed as she finishes up yet another sketch of Kol. This time his hair is shorter and he is lying in a coffin, his skin is discolored and grey and veiny.
