5

 Elena’s pov;

I’m drowning.

I've always felt I was a broken girl when I was younger but as time passed I collected my broken pieces and tried to be stronger for myself.

Right now, I dreaded the moment when I had to step out of the room and sit with the people I barely met including my mother. I never met the real her. Infact I never spoke to her.

Releasing a sigh, I paced around the room. Stephan looked like he’ll kill me at any second.

Gathering all of my courage I exited the room. It was now or never.

My plan was to eat the breakfast quickly and go explore the city without telling anyone or maybe just write a note and leave it in my room if anyone asked about my whereabouts which I doubt someone will ask. Aren’t I a genius?

Walking towards the table, I saw everyone seated. Some were on their phone while the others were gossiping. Mother wasn’t there. Where was she?

My question was answered when she emerged from the kitchen. A bowl of salad within her hand. She placed it down and smiled towards the boys.

No one had noticed me until mother looked up and her hard gaze rested upon me. Shivers ran down my spine when she stalked towards me in slow steps. 

Her glare was stern and cold. It held hatred.

Intense hatred radiated from her.

Stephan looked towards me. His orbs shined with darkness. My eyes drifted towards his cheek and there was a red hand print. 

My hand print.

The aggressiveness in his orbs made my hands sweaty. If looks could kill I’d be deep under the ground.

Lucifer shifted in the seat. His eyes trailed towards Stephan. I gulped. Lucifer looked in the direction of his eyes and looked at me. His face hardened and jaw clenched.

I felt sick under their gazes. I wanted to run away from here. Far, far away.

Mother stopped right infront of me. She looked at me and within seconds she slapped me across the face. My hand went towards my burning cheek. Looking back towards her eyes I just starred back at her in shock.

Everyone halted in their movements. Their eyes in our direction, even Damien was disappointed. Disappointed in me.

“I didn't raise you like this, how could you slap your big brother?” Malice dripped from her voice.

The tension was thick in the air. I felt her aura become darker after every passing second. I didn’t utter a word because I still couldn’t process the fact that she had slapped me for the boy who she had recently met or maybe more.

“I’m talking to you Elena don't be disrespectful here.” She spoke, her voice held distaste.

“Because he deserved it.” I responded back. I wasn't gonna cry over a petty slap. My voice didn't quiver for once and for once I was proud of myself.

My eyes traveled towards Stephan who looked like he could kill me at any minute. “Such a snitch, I thought your dad taught you well, fucki--” Before I could complete my sentence, my great mother had slapped me once again, earning gasps from some of them.

“Mind your language, this is the last time I’m warning you.” She seethed out, her pointy finger nail infront of my face, mocking me.

Damien stood up from his seat and walked towards her. “I think its enough.” He grabbed her wrist and pulled her back but mother wasn’t bulging from her stance.

Tears gathered at the corner of my eyes. I bit my lip. I wasn't gonna show them my weakness. Never. Taking a deep breath I shot her a dark look. A look I never knew I had. She was shocked even Damien.

“Raised me?” I sarcastically said. I started laughing. A laugh that was sarcastic and mocking. Stopping abruptly I starred at her, “You call yourself a mother? that’s what you’re wrong about.” I said slowly in an inaudible voice so only she could hear me. Her face held horror. 

She was afraid to let her façade fall.

Pathetic.

“Elena that's enough, eat and than go to your room.” Damien said with authority and I nodded. I went towards the table and sat down on the empty seat next to Ryder who was still in shock.

The skin of my face was in pain. I definitely had some scratches because she always wore rings just like him. I could feel the blood trailing down my cheekbone but I was too lazy to clean it.

I could feel their gazes on me once again. As I looked up, everyone had their gazes on my cheek even Damien excluding my mother of course. I knew my cheek was in a bad shape because I bruise very easily. It was probably purple by now. Ignoring them I started eating.

I could feel my confidence fade away. Maybe I was in a trance that’s why I acted so tough but actually inside I was crying over the slap.

I never thought my mother would hit me.

Tears pricked in my eyes, my hands started to shake. I had to get out of here.

Without taking a glance at them, I stood up and left the table hastily. I could hear Damien calling my name but all I wanted was to lock myself away.

And I succeeded.

My breaths came out short.

I was gonna have a panic attack after so long and this only got triggered by my mother. My own fucking mother.

Congratulations mother you ruined your one and only daughter who now hates you with passion... maybe?