"Hell no." Jackson snapped. And I jumped and looked at him. He was staring at me, his eyes practically boring a hole into my skull, and I knew that he was serious. He wasn't letting me back there.
"Jackson. They are stuck there. Stefan didn't want to come back here, and I don't think he knows that his mother is here." I defended myself.
"I know. And that's horrible. But you can't go back there. Vincent tried to stop you from leaving. There's no way you're going back." Jackson demanded. And I knew that he was deadly serious about that. He wasn't going to let me go back. He already had guards outside my bedroom this morning so it wouldn't surprise me if he would have them follow me everywhere I went.
But I needed to get a message to Stefan and Damon. They needed to know the truth. Or at
