Two Days ago.
"What do you want Damon?" Bonnie growled. He never fails to hurt her.
"I'm sorry." He murmured to her with his icy blue eyes penetrating through hers.
"No you're not. If you were you wouldn't do this to me every time we argue." He green eyes were dull with sorrow. "You know how much that hurts me." She mumbled. "You know how much she meant to me." She stared at him searching for something. Something humane to separate him from his beloved reputation of being the coldblooded vampire he wants to be.
Damon knew how much Sheila's death hurt Bonnie; he really was sorry. He just did not know how to say it. He could not avoid her eyes. Tears formed in the corner of her beautiful almond eyes. He wanted to kiss all of her tears away and hold her. Averting her steady gaze, he stared at the gravel in the school parking lot hoping for a way out of the situation he always found himself in: Bonnie and he end up arguing over protecting the town, then she threatens to set him on fire, then he threatens the life of her grandmother. Saying he forgot would not be acceptable, but it was the truth. Bonnie moved on so quickly he nearly forgot she suffered the loss of her Grams.
A few minutes passed before Damon said a word.
"I know. I-" He began but stopped when he heard Stefan and Elena coming from behind.
"Hey." Stefan greeted Damon. "How are you Bonnie?" He smiled at her.
She was still staring at Damon with hurt eyes. "I have to go." She gathered her purse and books from her car and nearly sprinted through the double doors that served as her safe haven for the next four hours.
She headed straight to the bathroom and hid in a stall. She fell against the door and cried. It had been three months since her Grams died yet the whole in her chest kept getting bigger.
"What did you do!" Elena raged at him.
"What do you mean? Why assume? Did you ever once think that she did something to provoke me?" Damon snapped.
"It's always you Damon! You never fail to hurt her, and for what? To boost the humongous ego you already have?" She shouted and stormed off to find her friend.
"Not you too St. Stefan." He rolled his eyes.
"Yes, 'me too'." Stefan's eyes darkened. "You need to stop before you go too far. Bonnie is my friend too believe it or not and if you push too hard or joke too much, I won't think twice in hurting you just as much as you hurt her." They stared each other down with Stefan winning the match. "Do you understand?"
Damon nodded his head and stormed off to his car. He knew he was wrong.
He barely put the keys in the ignition before Caroline sped up to him, yanked him out of his car, and pinned him to the hood of his car. "If you ever do that to Bonnie again I will kill you." She spoke in a low tone. She let him go and bounced off in the opposite direction. "Hi Stefan." She smiled at him before shooting Damon a sharp glare.
A low growl built up in his chest. He jumped in his car and sped off.
"Bonnie are you okay?" Elena, Stefan, Caroline, and Matt all surrounded her. Matt, of course, only knew his friend was hurting but he did not know Damon the vampire made her feel this way.
"Yeah, I guess." She forced a weak smile and looked down.
She could feel their stares burning holes in her head. "If you need anything just call us okay?" Caroline spoke up. They knew Bonnie needed her space but it was so hard to give it, especially when Damon would be within fifty feet of her when school was over.
"Thanks you guys. It means a lot to me." Her voice cracked at the end and all of them threw her sympathetic glances.
Matt stood first to leave, "Babe, I have to go to class." He kissed Caroline on the cheek and gave Bonnie a tight hug, "I hope you feel better." He was not sure if saying that would be appropriate but Bonnie smiled and thanked him anyways.
After thirty minutes of sitting in a comfortable silence, Bonnie, Stefan, and Elena all stood to go to their last class together before the weekend started.
Bonnie drove home under the speed limit allowing her time to think.
"Why does he have to be such a dick!" Bonnie raged. "I never did anything to him . . . well besides setting him on fire and giving him aneurysms on a daily basis but still! I never killed anyone he loved; I never made fun of Katherine and threatened to set the tomb on fire." She racked her brain for answers. "Why?" She wondered aloud. She was at a complete stop now on the side of the road with the rain beating down on the roof of her car. She slammed her fists against her dashboard and started kicking and screaming.
She flung the door open and got out into the pouring rain. She shouted, kicked her car, and jumped on the hood of her car, not caring who saw her or if she ruined her favorite Mustang. She ended up lying on the hood of her car out of breath and letting the rain wash all her tears away.
Closing her eyes, she drifted off into the best sleep she experienced in months.
