Chapter 3

A/N: Welp, enjoy..

Early the next morning....

Elena woke up wrapped in Damon's arms, this, this is bad. She thought, turning onto her other side to face the alarm clock, 1:30 am... ok still enough time to get out. She started to crawl out of Damon's grasp when he stirred. Elena froze, Damon was reaching to pull her back to his chest, she grabbed a pillow to replace herself and she crawled off the bed.

Elena grabbed the first shirt she could find and patted the floor for her underwear, when she found them she pulled them on and left his room as quietly as possible. She started to tiptoe back to her room when she heard the door behind her creak open.

"Leaving so soon?" Damon said groggily leaning in the doorway, Elena kept her eyes at his eye level as he hadn't had time to dress.

"I just, umm.. Damon it's wrong, we can't do this again." Elena started but Damon turned and walked back to his bed after half slamming the door. Elena was torn she could go back into the room or she could walk to her room and leave her best friend alone upset.

"Sorry." She whispered as she walked to her bedroom, she opened the door and walked in taking off the shirt she was wearing and realizing it wasn't hers. She unbuttoned the shirt and wrapped it up into a ball, she put her face into the center of the ball and sobbed slightly.

Back in the other room Damon was laying in bed, eyes wide open unable to go back to sleep. He wasn't supposed to get all emotional, he helped her and then they slipped up. Why did it feel so right yet it really just was so so wrong? He shook his head and closed his eyes, no matter how hard he tried he could only think about Elena she just wouldn't leave his mind.

Elena had stopped crying and was laying on her bed facing the ceiling, she couldn't stop thinking about Damon how his face looked when she said 'it's wrong.' She replayed that scene over and over while it was fresh in her mind. She finally swung her feet over the side of the bed, hopped down, got dressed and went downstairs.

Damon heard some noises on the stairs and assumed it had to be Stefan or Jeremy, he got out of bed threw on his boxers and walked out of his room to the staircase. He started down the stairs and walked into the parlour where he heard clinking and banging.

"Dammit!" Elena whispered under her breath, she closed the cabinet doors and stood up to see Damon standing across from her. She gasped, "Damon I'm sorry I didn't know you were down here I just-" He cut her off.

"Looking for those?" He said pointing at the alcohol across the room that was poorly hidden by Charlotte. Elena blushed looking down, Damon walked over to her but she started to walk across the room. Damon grabbed her arm and swung her around so she was facing him.

"We slipped up, got caught up in the moment, had a moment of weakness, whatever you call it Elena it happened!" He started angrily but with a point, "You are my best friend and I can't lose you because of a few bad decisions, I won't lose you." He said looking hurt but serious, Elena just stared at the floor.

"I want to help you, that stuff over there" he gestured to the alcohol, "that's not going to be there for you, but I will be." He said as he began to take a step towards her, Elena looked up into his beautiful blue eyes and was trapped in his gaze.

"Ok, but it just, can't happen again." Elena said moving her eyes to Damon's lips.

"I won't unless you ask for my help." He said hugging her tightly, Elena couldn't help but hug him back he was intoxicating. Damon finally broke the hug and started to move as if to sit on the couch, Elena followed sitting across from him.

"So, how did it all start?" Damon asked.

7:00 am...

They talked for hours after creating a plan to help get Elena back on track, they talked about everything discussing topics that they didn't even care about. They played would you rather, never have I ever, truth or dare, they never got bored. Eventually they had gotten hungry enough to move into the kitchen and make breakfast.

"Pancakes or french toast?" Damon called from the walk-in pantry, Elena was sitting in a barstool swinging her legs "French toast!" She called back, she kept swinging her legs joyfully. Charlotte and Giuseppe had walked into the kitchen, Charlotte yawned.

"What in the world? How long have you been up?" Giuseppe said seeing how wide awake Elena was, she seemed lighter happier.

"I don't remember, about 1:30 ish in the morning, give or take a few minutes." She said as she pulled out her phone and started flipping through her social media. Damon walked out of the pantry holding most of the ingredients to make french toast. He opened the fridge and grabbed the rest.

"So what were you two up to?" Charlotte asked casually although her tone implied she knew exactly what had gone down between them. Elena just shrugged her shoulders Damon did too,

"Mostly just high schooler games, and talk like little gossip girls." Damon said doing his best diva voice. Elena giggled, but then her smile faded when she remembered what ELSE had happened the previous night and what had made them so awake this morning. Damon's smile wavered slightly but he just started to mix together the ingredients for the french toast.

When the french toast was finally ready, Elena, Charlotte, Giuseppe, Damon, Stefan and Jeremy all sat down to eat.

"Mmmm Damon should cook more often, this is amazing!" Jeremy commented, Stefan agreed. Damon thanked them and continued to devour the food. Elena finished first,she got up rinsed off her dishes and went to her room. She came back down the stairs wearing a blue top and dark blue jeans with sneakers. She walked back into the kitchen.

"I'm going to the mall with Bonnie to pick out a dress, see you all later!" She said waving as she walked out the door. Damon watched her leave, particularly admiring the way her ass looked in those jeans. He finished last and everyone seemed to have something to do, so he decided to be a creep and go to the mall. When he arrived he started to casually walk in the dress stores.

"Bonnie no way!" Elena squealed looking at the dress Bonnie had recommended she wear to prom, Elena kept searching the racks of dresses but finding nothing that she fancied in particular. She bumped into someone and quickly apologized until she realized who she had run into. "Matt! Oh my gosh! I missed you." She said hugging him close to her, nothing.

"Hey babe, I missed you too." He said hugging her back, he kissed her softly. "What do you say we go grab a bite to eat?" He said, Elena looked over at Bonnie.

"Go, have fun, text me when you want to keep shopping!" Bonnie replied as she went back to looking at dresses. Matt and Elena walked to the food court, when they had finished ordering their food they walked to Matt's truck.

"Why did we come out here again?" Elena asked but before Matt could answer everything went black.

DAMON'S POV:

She was walking with Donovan out to the parking lot, I walked to my camaro but before I got in I saw Elena and ass face sitting in his truck. They were talking and then all of the sudden Elena just passed out, I waited a minute until I saw dick head try to buckle her up and drive away. I ran over to his truck and knocked on his window, he rolled it down.

"Hey Damon what's up?" really fuckin' hate this guy I smiled and looked over to Elena, Matt glanced at her and then back to me.

"She was really tired so I'm taking her home." He said whispering, I grabbed him by the back of the head and shoved his face into his steering wheel essentially knocking him out. I popped the unlock button and walked over to the passenger door. I opened the door, nearly ripping it off its hinges, unbuckled the seatbelt Elena was wearing and carried her back to my car. I'm going to kill that little shit I thought as I put Elena carefully down in the back seat of my car. He was going to fucking rape her. The thought made my insides want to be my outsides, I walked back over to his truck and slammed his face into the steering wheel again.

"So much for tired dipshit." I said as I held his head up by his hair and gave him a left hook.

I walked back to my car and sat in the back with Elena waiting for her to become conscious, I ran my fingers through her beautiful long brown locks.

"Elena please wake up soon." I pleaded but it was useless she was out cold from that goddamn roofie her 'boyfriend' gave her.

ELENA'S POV:

I slowly opened my eyes, I didn't know where I was until I felt someone's fingers running through my hair. "Oh my god, Elena are you ok?" I couldn't quite place who's voice it was, everything was blurry and my hearing was a bit distorted. My head was spinning, I opened my eyes further to see Damon he was cradling my head in his lap and running his fingers through my hair.

"I-I'm fine I think." I said sitting up, bad idea, with a head rush hitting me as hard as a sack of bricks I fell back onto his lap he grunted loudly.

"Sorry." Was all I was able to mumble out as I felt a sudden wave of tiredness sweep over my entire body.

DAMON'S POV:

"Elena?! Elena wake up!" No no no no no no no, I looked at her eyes closed, calm face she was just sleeping, whew, I had tried to convince myself that she was perfectly fine and everything was ok but I couldn't seem to shake this feeling something was very very wrong. I picked up Elena and put her in the passenger seat, I drove a bit to fast back home. When I drove up the path the the house I was relieved to see that no cars were in the driveway or the garage. I parked my car in the driveway and walked over to the passenger side door. I saw Elena start to wake up a bit, "Elena?" I asked cautiously, she turned to face me. She looked weak and pale, "D-damon? How did I get here? Where are we whats going on?" She was almost fully awake and alert now.

"We are back at the house, I drove you home after an incident." I almost burst with rage when I used the term incident, but what was I supposed to say? Oh hey Elena you're awake now but the whole reason you were asleep was because your rapist boyfriend roofied you. Ya because that would go over sooo well. She still looked weak and pale, Elena started to climb out of the car. I helped her up and she leaned on me entirely for support. When she was fully out of the car I closed the door and took one step towards the house. Elena's knees gave out and I caught her mid fall, I picked her up bridal style and walked back to the house.

"Damon, I don't feel so-" Elena turned her head away from me and wretched all over the front porch, what is wrong with her? What did that shit head give her? When she finished I walked into the house and all the way to the parlour. I laid her down on the couch, she looked better now colour was returning to her face but she still looked weak.

"I'll be right back." I said as I turned and sprinted up the stairs to the bathroom, I walked in and opened the mirror-cabinet. I grabbed advil and pepto-bismol, then closed the mirror-cabinet and sprinted back down stairs. Elena wasn't on the couch, What?! I started to look around to see if I could find her, she had ended up in the kitchen. Elena was digging through the fridge.

"What are you doing?" I asked trying not to yell, Elena jumped a little not knowing that I had entered the room.

"I'm starving, so I'm making chicken fettuccine alfredo." She said as if I was just supposed to know that. When she went back to finding the ingredients, I rolled my eyes and walked over to the fridge.

"You need to take one of these and one of these." I said showing her the two bottles of medication, she cocked her head.

"Damon what kind of incident are we talking about?" I averted my gaze trying to think of a cover story, she grabbed the pepto-bismol and popped one in her mouth. She then opened the cabinet behind her grabbed a glass and proceeded to the sink where she filled the glass with water. She grabbed the advil bottle and tapped it until a pill fell into the palm of her hand.

"It's not something we need to talk about right this minute." I said not wanting to even think about it again. She downed the pill and chased it with water, she looked up at me from under her lashes and pouted slightly. I'm not going to win this fight. But that didn't mean I wasn't going to go down so easily.

"It happened to me obviously, because the last thing I remember is being in Matt's truck.. Then nothing." She said trying to piece it together in her mind.

"Yes, but you're fine now I got to you in time." I said, Elena's face morphed from pouting to confusion.

"Damon I was at the mall, how did you even know where to find me?" She asked and I knew I would have to at least tell her the truth about that.

"I got bored so I went to see you at the mall." I said keeping my gaze locked on hers, Elena started to get out the utensils to make her meal.

"Damon I need to know what happened." She said pleadingly, I wanted to tell her so badly but I was afraid it would make her hit the bottle.

"Donovan was being a dick, so I.. taught him a lesson." I said avoiding her prying eyes. I didn't need to look at her to know she was glaring at me.

"Matt is a good guy, if you hurt him-" I cut her off.

"The guy drugged you Elena! He drugged you to get his way! If I hadn't been there, god knows what would've happened!" I yelled losing my temper, Elena's face fell I couldn't tell what she was thinking.

"He wouldn't.." She whispered under her breath, I started to walk over to her but she held up her hand indicating that I needed to stop. She walked around me and sprinted up the stairs, I heard a door open and slam shut then vomiting. I walked up the stairs slowly, when I got to the bathroom door I knocked three times.

"Elena?" She didn't respond, "Elena?" Silence. I opened the door slowly waiting for her to kick me out, when I didn't hear any protests of my entrance I opened the door fully. She was resting against the tub asleep, I went to pick her up but the colour of her vomit caught my eye. Blood, I picked her up and ran her to my room. I lay her on my bed and whipped out my cell phone, quickly I dialed 9-1-1, the lady who picked up asked me the usual questions and then hung up telling me an ambulance was on the way.