Elena was terrified to open the door. She had been horribly bad. She had mouthed off to him, she had publicly announced that he was abusing her. She had defied him, she had talked to another version of herself and of him. She had to keep them safe! They seemed so...so nice. Then she had run into Katherine posting to her Uncle John and she had let it slip in front of John that she was being abused by Stefan. That was more people to add to the list. Needless to say, she was in trouble. The longer she hid, the worse it was going to get. so she might as well suck it up and go home.
Timidly, very timidly she entered the apartment, closing the door behind her. She stood with her back against it for a few moments as if she was thinking about bolting. She couldn't outrun him. He'd catch her before she even made it down the hall. No...no it was best she go further inside the apartment and to him. He was waiting for her.
She found him in the kitchen and she stared at him with dead, defeated eyes. She was completely and utterly hopeless.