Love Against Fate
Chapter 9- Home
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Bonnie's P.O.V
I swore as I rummaged through my bag for the house keys to the house my mother had just moved into a week ago when she came back to look after me now that Grams is dead and I have nowhere to stay. I was sure she'd given the keys to me and I was even surer that I'd stuffed them into my bag. I gasped as the contents of my bag spilled across the floor. I lent down onto my knees, a scowl on my face, and fished the key out from in the midst of all my other belongings, then quickly scooped the rest of my things back into my bag.
I dug the key into the door and twisted it a couple of times in the right direction. I pushed hard and the door swung open. I heard sounds of laughter, chatter and the clinking of glasses. I slammed the house door shut, then trudged towards these sounds.
I entered the living room to find mom sitting with a semi circle of women, who looked as equally eccentric as my mother appeared to be. That was one of the reasons father had divorced her. With her crazy curly brown hair, t-shirts with protest slogans, and her crazy feminist friends, my mother was the exact opposite of my uptight workaholic father. She was now decked out in an 'Animals are For Petting, Not For Eating' shirt, some cargo pants and some pink flip-flops. Her wild hair was tamed only by a thin pink headband. She grinned as I came in.
"Bon- Bon, hello," She exclaimed, rushing forward to embrace me. She smelt of some strange herbs, and I forced a big smile across my face. This was my mother, Melissa Bennett (A/N: I don't really know her name, if any of you do please tell me!) , who had neglected her mother for so many years and had only come to visit her at her funeral. She had been in the Peace Corps for a couple of years, and had only come back a few weeks ago, to take care of me now that I wasn't staying with Grams. My father was too business crazy to spend even a second with me. I had barely seen him the whole time I had stayed there. He showered me instead with endless gifts to make up for his absence.
I pulled back from her hug and took in the rest of the women, dressed in identical tanks but in different colors. "This is Sophia, Rebecca, Kelsi and Carol," My mother gestured widely to her friends, her charm bracelets jingling.
"Tomato juice?" The one nearest to me asked. She was a petite woman with straight black hair and bright blue eyes.
I tried my best not to grimace, and my mother grinned, securing her arm around me. "No, carol. Bon's not into the whole green life style. 'Meat Eater'" She mouthed the last two words and all of the women gasped.
"She cant help it, She takes after her father," My mom explained, a look of disapproval on her face.
Carol shook her head, "Typical," She muttered and the other 3 women nodded, looks of total dissatisfaction on their faces. I stepped out of my mother's arms.
" Well, sorry to interrupt this lovely gathering but I must go and do some homework," I explained, injecting as much enthusiasm into my voice as I could.
Mom rolled her eyes, "Bonnie and her grades. She's just like her father in that way. They think that grades are all that matters, when in fact life is the true education," She explained, dramatically. The other women murmured in agreement.
"Sure, well goodnight," I muttered, hoisting my bag pack onto my hip and running out of the room. I jogged up the steps and into the room, which my mother had given to me. It still seemed so alien to me, despite the fact that my mother had unpacked all my things into it. It was practically identical to my room at Grams, down to the order of my clothes in the closet. A single tear squeezed down my cheek as I thought of my grandmother, but I let the wave of despair pass by me.
I threw my bag pack on the floor, and then crawled onto my bed not bothering to change. I sighed as I thought of how different my life was without Grams. One, my mom was back in my life. Two, Damon Salvatore was being more annoying than usual, and three, everyone acting so freaking sympathetic all the time. I didn't want their sympathy. Even Elena didn't get how upset I was. The connection between 2 witches, especially those descended from Salem witches, was extremely strong. Sometimes, until today, I would hear Grams voice in my mind. She advised me, helped me, almost making me feel she was actually there. I closed my eyes and was about to drift into sleep when my cell phone buzzed inside my bag.
I grunted, annoyed at the interruption, but fished it out of my bag all the same. It was Elena and she sounded really worried. "Hello?" She cried.
"Hey, What's up?" I asked, groggily.
"Are you at home?" She asked.
I nodded, then remembered she couldn't actually see me nodding.
"Are you there?" She demanded.
"Yes… I'm here, why?" I asked her.
She sighed in relief, "Damon Salvatore was asking for you," She murmured.
I sighed, "Really?" I asked, sleepily.
"Yes, well anyway, doesn't matter! See you tomorrow morning!" She exclaimed, before hanging up. Her voice was bright and full of energy.
I nodded, "Hmmmph," I muttered before slamming my cell-phone closed. I shoved it onto my bedside table with a sigh. I pushed my fringe out of my eyes as I crawled under the covers and flicked my eyes closed. What a day. I thought as I let sleep take me.
A/N: Hey Y'all! I know it's short, but the next one will be longer. This was kind of a filler, and the next will have some Bamon moments, promise!
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Disclaimer: No, I don't own Vampire diaries. I'm no L.J Smith or the CW.