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Chapter Two:

I turned my head when I heard footsteps outside of my bedroom door. I hastily wiped at my tears and mopped up my face with my sleeve. He doesn't need to see me cry. He doesn't need to be a part of this. I doubt he would want to be, in the first place. It's not what he signed up for. The only reason my father even bothered to come home, was because Grams died. She died, and it took him this long to "pull himself away from work"… yeah, I'm sure that's exactly what he did.

"Bonnie Bear?" He asked as he opened my door. I looked up at him, curiously.

"Yeah, Dad?" I responded. I thought he already went to bed.

"I just wanted to make sure that you were alright. Are you okay?" He asked me, quietly, concerned. I just nodded.

"Yeah Dad, I'm fine." I told him, with a small smile. He nodded, relieved and left my room, shutting my bedroom door after him. I just shook my head. He's always been one to believe anything. But, can I really blame the man? He fell apart after my mom died. He pushed himself into his work, and couldn't stand being anywhere close to home… or me.

I grabbed a jacket and a bit of money. I put my phone into my jeans pocket and left my room as quietly as I could. I know I won't be missed, and he'll never even realize that I was gone. I went downstairs quickly, making sure that I still had my car keys in my jacket pocket.

I got in the car and just drove. I ended up pulling off at some dinner. I just need to think. And I felt like I was suffocating, alive in my room. The walls just stood there, taunting me.

I found a booth and sat down. I picked up the menu and looked at it. If I plan on staying, I should probably at least buy something, even if I just let it sit in front of me. I sighed and laid the menu back on the table before me. A waiter walked over to take my order.

"Can I get you anything tonight?" He asked. I looked up at him.

"A coffee and some onion rings would be good." I told him. He nodded, looking like he wanted to say something more.

"Need anything with them?" He asked.

"Ranch," I told him. He nodded and left, looking back at me. I sighed and looked out the window next to me. What am I going to do with myself? I can't leave every time things get rough. What the hell am I going to do? This is all so fucked up. I just… I can't do this. I know I sound like a broken record, but nothing has changed. I just deal with the same thing, day in and day out.

"Is this seat taken?" A voice asked me. I looked up, surprised. My gaze met none other than: Damon Salvatore. What the hell does he want? I have nothing left to give. I sure as hell don't have anything he wants. Why the fuck would anyone want anything from me? I'm surprised my charade has lasted this long.

"It is now." I told him, without giving him direct eye contact. I don't have to look at him to see him. What could he want?

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