I stand there shocked as Damon points the gun at me aiming for Vanessa but I'm standing in front blocking her.

"Scarlett move now," Damon says with all seriousness.

"Damon...what are you doing?" I say completely baffled.

"SCARLETT! I SAID MOVE NOW!" Damon shouts at me furiously.

"Damon don't, please..." I beg.

"This is what happens when someone doesn't obey my orders," Damon says with venom.

"Damon stop. It won't happen again," I whine as tears fall from my eyes.

"Derek get her out my way," Damon orders.

Derek walks near me "don't you dare touch me Derek," I say holding my hands out to keep distance.

Derek snatches my wrist and pulls me into his chest holding onto me tightly.

"Derek fucking let go of me! Let go of me you asshole!" I shout.

I try to squirm out of his hold but he is holding onto me super tight.

Damon stands pointing the gun directly at Vanessa. Just as Vanessa tries to push herself off from the floor Damon shoots his gun.

The bullet aims straight for her stomach causing her to be pushed back to the ground.

I scream in fear as tears stream down my face.

I can't believe he shot her.

"Derek take Scarlett out of here, I'll get Marco to clean up this mess," Damon says casually.

Does he kill people all the time that this is so normal to him?

They really are monsters.

His face held no expression and neither did Derek's.

Derek drags me out the room "you better fucking be quiet and not make scene or we'll kill you too," he says glaring at me.

I look up him scared as I cower way from him.

He aggressively grabs my upper arm and pulls me out of the club and throws me into the passenger seat of his car.

Slamming my door shut he jumps into the drivers seat.

I look out the window too scared to look at him. Instead of viewing the scenery, the event of Damon shooting Vanessa plays in my head.

Falling asleep I hear the door opening, I quickly open my eyes to see Derek reaching out to me I squirm away from him.

Derek sighs and stands up straight away from the door "come on get out," he says.

I slowly climb out the car and walk into the house.

Not wanting to be around them any longer I run upstairs to my room, closing the door I strip out of my clothes.

I head to the shower, I just feel so disgusting. I can't believe I just witnessed a murder.

I honestly feel like I killed her.

I walk into the shower the hot steaming water hits off my back. Thinking about the bullet shooting into Vanessa's stomach I crouch down as I burst into tears.

Why? Why did he have to do that?

Sitting in the shower washing myself with soap for almost two hours I finally get out and wrap my towel around my body.

Drying myself in my bedroom I slip into some sweats and a comfy t-shirt.

I crawl into bed and pull the covers right up to my neck, I close my eyes falling asleep.

Bang! Bang!

I hear gun shots and wake up screaming as tears escape my eyes.

Having a panic attack I breathe heavily.

Damon, Derek and Devon burst through my door all in boxers.

"What happened?" Damon says holding out a gun.

I cover half my face with my bed covers.

"STOOP!" I shout.

"Stop what?" Devon says confused.

I look around frantically "wh-where's Jaxon?" I ask scared.

"Derek go get Jaxon," Damon says.

Damon tries to come close to me "stay back! Stay back you monster!" I shout at him.

I throw a pillow at him but he catches it and places it back on my bed.

"Get out my room!" I scream.

Jaxon walks in and comes straight over to me knowing that I'm having a panic attack. Sitting on the bed beside me he rubs my back in circular motions as I lean my head on his shoulder.

I realise the gun shots were just in my dream.

"Just breathe, okay. In and....out," Jaxon instructs.

I do as he says and start to calm down "Jaxon can you stay?" I ask like a child.

"Uh, Scarlett I can't Kimberly is here," he says and gets up off my bed.

Unknowingly I pout at him sad that he can't stay the rest of the night with me.

"Devon can stay with you, right?" Jaxon says looking at Devon.

"Fine," Devon says slightly annoyed.

I look up at Devon scared but then relax as I remember he wasn't there when they shot Vanessa.

He wouldn't kill anyone right?...

Everyone leaves my room, Devon switches the light off and slips into bed beside me.

"So why we're you screaming?" Devon asks.

"I had a nightmare," I say.

"About what?" He asks as he combs his fingers through my long, dark, smooth hair, which seemingly felt nice.

"Well...it was just like a replay of what Damon and Derek did today," I say sadly.

"I heard about it from them, she was your friend right?" He says.

"Yeah," I say.

"I'm tired," I say yawning.

I turn around not facing him anymore and drift off to sleep. Yet I can still feel Devon playing with my hair.