Fifteen with An Attitude

Damon walked back and forth in the living room, running his fingers through his hair. It was almost two in the morning and he still didn't know where Becca was. Meanwhile, Alaric was looking for her around the town. Damon was getting worried as minutes and minutes passed by. He was afraid something terrible would happen to his daughter. Then a few minutes later, he heard the creaking of the front door and footsteps coming into the house. He emerged from the living room and quickly approached the front door to find Becca. He quickly wrapped his arms around Becca and pulled her into a warm, tight hug.

"Thank God you come back home safely," Damon said. Becca tensed up in his hug, pushed him slightly, and flinched away. Damon felt that was weird and unusual, but he didn't say anything about it. "Where the hell have you been, Rebecca May Salvatore?!" Damon questioned, dedicating her with a stern look.

"You have made everyone worried! Alaric is out there looking for you! Do you know how worried sick I was?! You better have good explanation for this, young lady," Damon snarled. He was clearly furious.

Becca just stood there, putting on her poker face. She didn't want to face her father, especially not after what James did to her. She didn't want to face anyone at all. All she wanted to do was going to her room and slept it off. She wanted to forget everything that just happened to her if it was even possible.

"Are you going to just stand there or are you going to answer me?" Damon questioned her sharply.

"I was at the party," Becca answered, knowing that Damon wouldn't leave her alone until she answered.

"The one that I specifically told you not to?" Damon inquired, furrowing his eyebrows.

"Yes, that one," Becca answered in her monotone voice. That made Damon even more furious than before. Becca could see flame of anger blazed in his eyes.

He was too upset to deal with her, so he let out a sigh and dismissed her, "Go to bed and we will talk in the morning."

Without a second thought, Becca dashed up the stairs to her room. She walked in and closed the door behind her. Exactly after the door closed, tears formed in her eyes and she had silent tears running down her face. She changed her clothes and climbed on her bed, burying her face into her pillow. She tried to close her eyes, but she couldn't do it because James face popped up every time she closed her eyes. She couldn't stop thinking of what he did to her. She silently cried to her pillow, trying to erase the memory from her brain, but failed to do so.

She took out her diary from the drawer beside her study desk, plopped back down on her bed, and started writing.

Dear diary,

I've never felt so filthy my entire life. What have I done?! I should've believed it when Kate said she had bad feeling about the party. I should've known a guy like James would do something like this... I'm so stupid! Why did I decide to go to his party in the first place anyway? If I have just stayed home and didn't go to the party, I wouldn't have trapped in James' evil scheme. Then again, because of my own stupidity, I am fooled by his smile and his sweet words... Her tears dropped down and wet the paper of her diary book. She stopped writing, dropped her pen and book to the floor, and curled up in her bed. Her whole body was trembling. Her tears exploded and she covered her mouth with her hands to stop herself from sobbing out loud.

Becca felt someone rubbed her back softly and she opened her eyes slowly. She was just falling asleep an hour before. When she saw it was Damon who woke her up, she rolled over and tried to close her eyes again. "Rebecca, get up, sweetie. We need to talk," Damon said softly with a little sternness in his voice.

Becca groaned in annoyance and didn't budge from her position.

"Come on, Becca. Don't make me force you to get up," Damon tried to persuade her.

"I'm not feeling well," Becca muffled under her pillow. She didn't actually feel sick, she just tried to make excuse so Damon would leave her alone.

"Are you catching a fever?" Damon asked, concerned. He put the back of his hand on Becca's forehead. She immediately slapped his hand away from her, then scooted away.

"No. I just need time to rest," she answered weakly.

"Let me take your temperature," Damon said, getting up. He came back three seconds later with a thermometer in his hand.

He took a seat on the side of Becca's bed and turned her around to face him.

"Open your mouth," Damon told her.

Becca shook her head. "I'm okay, Dad. I just need some rest," she mumbled.

"Open your mouth, Rebecca," Damon repeated and gave her a stern look.

Becca rolled her eyes, but slowly open her mouth. Damon put the thermometer into her mouth, slipped it under her tongue, and told her to hold it in.

"Keep it in until it beeps," he ordered.

Damon narrowed his eyes and gave her a suspicious look. "Did you drink at the party?" Damon asked and Becca shook her head in response.

He noticed Becca looked exhausted and her eyes looked red and swollen. So, if she didn't get a hangover, he assumed it was because she couldn't sleep the night before.

Not long after, they could hear the beep sound came from the thermometer and Damon took it out from Becca's mouth.

"Looks like your temperature is normal," he said. Although her temperature was normal, Damon could see Becca wasn't feeling okay. Damon thought she presumably needed some time to rest, like she said herself. "Try to get some sleep. I'll come to check on you later. Call me if you need anything. I'll be downstairs," Damon told her.

He pulled her covers up to her body and planted a kiss on her forehead. Becca flinched away. Damon furrowed his eyebrows. He noticed something wasn't right... Ever since she got back from the party the night before, Becca was being jumpy and she was always flinched or scooted away when they made any physical contact. He made a mental note to himself to ask her about it later or to find out himself if she refused to tell him.

For the rest of the day, Becca was just lying on her bed, zoning out. All she did was staring at the ceiling or the wall absentmindedly. She refused to eat. She refused to do anything at all and it made Damon extremely concerned. She was still trying to forget about what happened at the party, but every time she dozed off, she had a nightmare about it. Once in a while her tears dripped down, although she was pretty sure it was not possible her eyes could produce anymore tears, considering she had cried her eyes out all night long. She thought it could've been dried out by then.

The next day came and Becca wasn't feeling ready to go to school, where she might see and meet James. Unfortunately, Damon made her go. He said that she couldn't miss school just because she didn't feel like it. Damon knew she wasn't sick, but he also knew something was wrong and he was planning to talk to Becca when she got back from school.

At school, Becca was practically zoning out during most of the lessons. Alaric noticed something wasn't right as well and he tried to talk to Becca, but she shut him off. The same thing happened when her friends asked her if she was alright. "Becs, are you alright?" Kate asked, concerned.

"Yeah, B. What happened? You look restless," Sarah commented.

"Just leave me alone, would you?" Becca snapped rudely.

Sarah took Becca's rude comment as a continuation of what happened between them before the party. "Look, if this was about what happened the other day, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to offend you. You know I think you're a lovable person and you deserve happiness more than anybody in this world. And if James Mikaelson likes you, and you like him back, then I'd be so happy for you," Sarah said, trying to make amends.

Becca winced when Sarah said his name. She couldn't believe Sarah would think she liked James after what he did to her. But, then again, Sarah had no clue what had happened. No one did, except her and her rapist. Becca wanted to explain to her best friend that it wasn't about the argument they had the other day and it was about what he did to her at the party, but she couldn't bring herself to say it. It was like as if saying it made it even more real. Becca wanted to keep it to herself to convince herself that it was all a dream and someday she would wake up from this long nightmare.

"It's not that," Becca finally said to Sarah in monotone.

"Then, what's wrong?" Sarah prompted.

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Becca shook her head. "Just leave me alone," she said again and left her friends dumbfounded by her words. For the rest of the day, Becca practically shut everyone off and avoided everyone. Luckily, she didn't meet or see James at school. When she got back home after school, Damon tried to confront her about why she acted so strangely.

"I'm just tired, okay? Just drop it," she said listlessly and tried to climb up the stairs when she felt Damon took a grip on her wrist. She quickly snatched her hand away from him.

"Tell me what happened," Damon demanded.

"Leave me alone, Dad," Becca retorted.

"Not until you tell me what happened," he told her.

"Nothing happened. Now, would you leave me alone and let me get some rest?" she asked. Without waiting Damon's answer, she dashed up the stairs and shut the door close.

For the next few days, Becca was acting even more strange. She pushed everyone away, she shut them off, she barely ate her meal, she barely even talk. She wasn't paying any attention in class and after school, she spent most of her time in her room. Noticing her strange behavior, Damon was being suspicious about this and he was extremely worried about his daughter.

"Becca, I think it's time to talk," Damon stated as they sat face to face on the dining table.

Becca barely touched her dinner. She was just playing with her fork and pushed the food around her plate. She didn't answer to Damon, so he went on.

"You know, we never got the chance to talk about the fact that you snuck out to go to the party," Damon started.

"And I realized your change of behavior ever since you went to that party. Did something happen?" he asked.

"I told you nothing happened," Becca answered, avoiding any eye contact with her father.

"Then why are you pushing everyone away? Everybody's worried about you," Damon said.

"Well, they shouldn't because I'm fine," Becca replied, getting annoyed.

"You're not fine Becca..."

"How'd you know? You're not me!" she yelled, cutting him off.

"Because I'm your father and I know when you're telling me a lie," he raised his voice at her.

"I'm worried about you, Becca. Everyone is. You shut everyone off, you barely talk to anyone, you were completely off. You always look restless and exhausted. This is not you, Rebecca. Tell me what happened," Damon demanded.

"How many times do I have to tell you? NOTHING HAPPENED," Becca said, emphasizing it. She pushed her chair back and got up. She was about to storm up to her room when Damon stepped in front of her. Her reaction made Damon even more certain that something had happened at the party.

"You're not going anywhere until you tell me what had happened," he told her.

Becca stepped aside to walk passed her father, but Damon was a lot faster than her.

"Rebecca, tell me the truth or I'll compel you if I have to," Damon told her.

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"For the last time. Nothing happened, Dad. I'm fine," Becca stated.

"Fine. If that's what you want," Damon mumbled. He put his hands on both of her shoulders and looked into her eyes.

Once his eyes met contact with hers, he started to compel her.

"Rebecca, you're going to tell me the truth of what happened at the party from the beginning to the end. You're not going to skip any part of it and you will tell me every detail of it," he compelled her. He then looked away and winded up the eye contact.

Under his compulsion, Becca nodded obediently and started to tell him what happened at the party without missing any detail. Damon listened carefully to her explanation. He had predicted that something terrible happened and it most likely happened at the party. He was proven right. With every word came out of Becca's mouth explaining what happened, Damon grew angry.

He was shocked, devastated, mad, furious, and was about to blow up when Becca told him she was being raped by James. Becca exploded in tears when she finished with her story. Damon wrapped his arms around her and pulled her into a bear hug. She didn't push him away that time. Even under mind compulsion, she felt relieved after she had told Damon what had happened. She felt safe again. "Shhh... Sweetie it's okay. I'm here. I got you. I'm not going anywhere. You're going to be okay. Everything is going to be okay," Damon ensured her.

Becca said something incoherent in between her uncontrollable sobs, but Damon stopped her before she made herself sick.

"Sweetie, you're going to make yourself sick. Even your breath for me, okay?" he said while rubbing her back soothingly.

It took about half an hour to actually calm Becca down. She was finally breathing normally again, even with several sobs in between.

"I'm sorry, Daddy... If I just stayed home, this wouldn't have happened. This is all my fault... I'm so stupid..." Becca started to cry again.

"Hey! Don't say that," Damon cut off her rants, "You're not stupid and this is not your fault. You're just a victim who got trapped in unfortunate situation."

"Listen, sweetie. I need to know his name. The one who did it to you. Can you tell me who it is?" Damon asked her softly.

"J-James M-M-Mikaelson," Becca stuttered out.

"I'm going to kill that boy," Damon muttered through his gritted teeth, more like to himself.

"Where does he live, sweetie?" Damon asked again.

Becca told him the address and she could see Damon's blue eyes were getting darker. He clenched his jaw and anger was building inside of him. He clenched his fist into a ball and flame of anger blazed in his eyes.

"Rebecca, I want you to stay here. Don't go anywhere and don't let anyone in. I'm going to take care of something and I will be back. Do you understand me?" Damon asked his daughter. As soon as Becca nodded her head, Damon stormed outside. He used his vampire speed to find the address. On the way there, Damon had already planned a million things to kill him with inside his head.

He found the house in no time. It was near the Founder's Hall and the house was enormous. He saw a young man was sitting on the porch swing, playing with his phone. He looked a little bit older than Becca. Damon approached him. "Are you James Mikaelson?" he asked through his clenched teeth. Clearly, Damon tried to control his anger.

James looked up from his phone. "Indeed I am," he answered, "And you are?"

"And I'm about to kill you," Damon snarled and attacked him. Without any warning, Damon tackled him down to the ground. James, who wasn't ready for the attack, was just laid there meekly with Damon on top of him. Damon landed dozens of punches on James' face, didn't miss any of it. Damon took all his anger out on him, like he was a punching bag. In just matter of seconds, James' face was covered in blood. His lips was busted, he got not only one, but two black eyes, and blood was dripping out from his nose. His face was pretty much swollen. James tried to stop Damon from landed anymore punches, but Damon was much stronger and much faster than him and it was not possible for James to fight him back. Damon was about to land one more punch on his jaw when somebody stopped him. The man who stopped him was as strong as Damon and he punched Damon harshly. Damon's body was thrown to the other side of the porch. The man who punched Damon grabbed the collar of his shirt and picked him up from the ground. He was about to beat him up, but stopped when he recognized Damon's face. He loosened his grip on Damon's shirt. "Damon?" he questioned. Damon looked up to find out who it was. When he saw the man's face, the exact same surprise expression was shown in both of their faces. Damon wasn't expecting to see the man who was standing in front of him.