A/N: Saying thank you would never be enough for the support you all have shown this story. This chapter will be broken up in two parts.

Warning: Mentions of drugs, alcohol, and force (closer to the end). Please be advised before reading. If any parts are too much for you please skip over or don't read.

Hope you enjoy.

The silence was deafening. Even with the movement of people around them, the constant beeping of machines, and the phones ringing, to Rebekah Mikaelson, it seemed silent. Everything was blurring around her, except one thing…one person. Bonnie Bennett, her best friend, her sister…the one person she knew that she could go to with anything; the one person who wouldn't judge her. And now, her sister was staring at her like she was a ghost… like they haven't spent their whole lives together.

Her green eyes looked at her, like they were staring through her, and Rebekah felt cold…naked… unseen. It wasn't the silent treatment they were prone to giving. No, this silence was deadly. This silence shattered Rebekah's heart.

And yet all she could do was move her feet forward, only to stop suddenly when Bonnie inched backwards.

"Bonnie…" her voice was soft… barely there.

And when Bonnie turned away from her and walked inside, the door closed in her face, and Rebekah let the tears fall from her eyes.

24 hours ago (give or take)

"Say it." Her voice grew an octave while she held his hands above his head.

The sly grin on his face did nothing to hide the fact that he wasn't bothered by the current position they were in. And Bonnie was acutely aware that in any moment if Damon wanted too, he could flip them over and switch their positions.

"My lips are sealed, Bon Bon."

"That's because you know it's true." She gripped his hands, but of course his reaction looked like it was turning him on. "Don't try to act like you forgot."

"I simply don't recall what you are implying." He tried moving his hands to intertwine with hers.

"No?" She asked, "Well, I'm not moving until you say it."

"And you think I would really mind that." He shifted a little. "This could be your new resting place. On my d—"

She twisted his ear before he could finish his sentence, knowing exactly how to make him talk.

"Okay, okay, okay." His arms wrapped around her waist. "Fine, we use to play Barbie's together when Rebekah wasn't there. It was just to make you happy anyway."

"Sure, that was it."

He shrugged, "What can I say, Barbie was hot, and Ken was a douche."

She laughed. Only Damon would say something like that.

"So anyways, what's the plan for the day?" She asked, not moving from her current position.

"We haven't utilized the pool yet?" Damon shifted again. If his mind didn't travel elsewhere, something would definitely be poking her soon.

"True." Bonnie agreed. She almost forgot they had an indoor pool.

"And that way I can see you in your string bikini."

She smiled, "Like you haven't seen me in one before."

"Well, now I can thoroughly enjoy it and it'll be for my eyes only." His smile widened. "Unless you wanna do skinny dipping. I'm down for that too."

"Of course you are, until one of our friends walks in and gets a full body frontal."

"That's why we put a sign on the door for no interruptions because Bonnie is getting her back blown out."

She faked a cough, although her cheeks were flushed. "You couldn't handle me nude."

His face relaxed and the look that sprang to his eyes almost knocked the wind out of her. "I probably couldn't."

Sin. Pure unadulterated sin. If it wasn't the intense look he was giving her, it was his voice. Yep, she definitely needed to get off of him.

Damon wasn't having any of that, so he held her still and sat up, shifting her legs to wrap around his waist. His mini me (that wasn't so mini) poked her right where it definitely didn't need to be.

"You have to stop looking at me like that."

"Like what?" He pulled her closer.

"Like you're fucking me with your eyes."

"No filter, I like that." His lips lightly kissed a certain area on her neck that sent her wild.

"Damon…" She closed her eyes for a brief moment.

He then kissed her chin, but stopped right before he touched her lips, causing her to open her eyes.

"Teasing me now?"

"Nope." He pecked her forehead. "Your morning breath is singeing off my eyebrows."

She slapped his chest gently. "You have some nerve."

"What? My breath is to be worshipped."

She held her hand above her heart, and gave off a fake swooning accent. "I'd rather choose death."

"Come here." He pulled her closer.

"Yuck, no!"

Right before his lips could fully touch hers, her cell phone buzzed. When she saw that it was Tyler, she tossed it back on the bed. She'd call him later because right now she was busy.

Except the moment Damon saw who called her, their earlier shenanigans had to be placed on hold.

"You still talk to him?"

Bonnie shrugged, "Barely."

He lifted her up and placed her on the bed. Before she could say anything, Damon picked up her phone.

"She's busy. Don't call anymore."

"Damon, what the hell!" she snatched her phone away, sighing in frustration that he already ended the all.

"You're still communicating with the guy you were having some lame feelings over while he was here? That you made out with?"

"I said barely. Which by definition means not much."

He stood up. "What do you two still talk about?"

"Not that it's any of your business, but the first time he called, he told me he was having a good time in the program and the second time, he asked if we could try something when he got back and I said no because you and I are together." She stood up in front of him. "We decided to be friends, and the third time he called, was just now. And I didn't pick up because I was spending time with my so called jealous boyfriend…who probably doesn't even deserve that title."

He ignored her last statement. "You don't see me being friends with any of my exes."

"Tyler's not an ex. Which you know that." She cut him off before he could say anything. "And how many girls am I going to have to deal trying to get you back in their lives? Just like when you were with Nadia and I had women contacting me just to tell you hi and how much they miss your ass…."

"We're not talking about me right now."

"And here we go with that one repetitive egotistical line." She walked passed him.

"You're not talking to him anymore."

She stopped in her tracks. "And you're not going to tell me what to do." Before she slammed the door to the bathroom, she said, "By the way, your breath smells like shit!"

When he opened the door, she was standing in front of it trying to stifle a laugh, which made him laugh.

"Did we just have our first couple fight?" She asked.

He wrapped his arms around her. "Yeah, and you look cute when you're mad."

Even though they both knew that wasn't her really angry.

She rolled her eyes. "I am serious though, Damon. Nothing is going on with me and Tyler. I promise."

He knew that, but Damon was selfish and over protective.

When he groaned, he picked her up and sat her on the bathroom sink, while she wrapped her legs snug around his waist.

"Trust me, I'm not worried." His lips touched hers; morning breath and all.

Yep, Bonnie knew what that meant. Tyler's number would probably magically disappear out of her phone later.

"So, is it too early in this relationship to shower together?"

She nodded.

"Well, I guess your ass better get comfortable on this sink." He kissed her one more time and jumped into the shower. He flung his boxers off when he got in, and hit her right on the head.

The moment she figured the shower was right where he liked it, she flushed the toilet.

When he yelled, she giggled and walked out.

Chef Elijah.

That used to be one nickname for Elijah Mikaelson that he actually didn't mind. Between him and Stefan, Bonnie didn't know whose cooking was better. As of right now though, Elijah was winning the race because her stomach was making obscene whale noises and his breakfast smelled like heaven. She knew she was going to be eating enough to keep her full for two days, because that's how he liked to cook. It was either all or nothing.

While she was standing in line (because it was Elijah's preference to have everyone in a single file line like they were in elementary) her phone buzzed. Normally, she would have ignored whoever text her, because food came first, but when she saw who it was and what it said, she immediately put down her plate and left.

Bonnie hesitated a moment and took a deep breath before she knocked on Rebekah's door. She would admit, she was nervous. One of the most important people in her life was alienating her, and to be honest it was breaking her heart.

"Come in."

Her voice hit her like a ton of bricks, as Bonnie opened the door. She found Rebekah standing in her bathroom staring at herself in the mirror.

There was a brief moment where Bonnie hoped that image she was presented with was because her sister ran into a door knob, as awful as it sound. But, she wasn't stupid and she wasn't blind.

"I will kill him." It came out of Bonnie's mouth so quick, she almost wasn't aware that she had even spoke those words. The rage that encompassed her was so strong that a slew of different images appeared in her mind about torturing the sorry excuse for man.

Thank Finn Mikaelson for that small sadistic side of her.

"No, Bonnie…" Rebekah had tears in her eyes, as Bonnie walked closer to her. "I-I messed up. I-I've been messing up. And I'm so sorry."

"He hit you. None of this is your fault." She held her face gently to inspect her bruised eye.

There was a moment where Rebekah felt like she couldn't breathe. Her heart was thumping and she felt worse for wear. Her whole life felt like it was spiraling out of control, and because of it all, she just broke down in Bonnie's arms.

When Bonnie helped her in bed, she got in as well and wrapped her arms around her.

"I need to tell you something," She tried her best to control her sobs. "I n-need to tell you something and I need you not to be upset with me."

When Rebekah confessed to Bonnie that she had been taking drugs; cocaine in particular, Bonnie was rendered speechless.

"I know it was wrong, I just… I don't know… I thought he…the way he looked at me, the way he was with me, it was better than the others. Everyone else left me or only wanted me for my money or just sex, and he was saying all the right things and he just….he made me feel alive and I just wanted to belong." She paused for a moment to control her breathing. "I thought Alex loved me, I thought… I thought I was everything to him."

There was silence, and it was unnerving to Rebekah, because Bonnie always knew what to say, when it came to her.

"Say something, please." She turned to face her. "Yell, get mad, please…"

Bonnie, honestly didn't know what to say. How could someone have all the confidence in the world, walk with her head up high, have such a loving and protective family, and still feel that the only way to make it in the world is to be accepted by a guy; even if the guy constantly did her wrong. She didn't understand, so for once, Bonnie couldn't give Rebekah what she needed. As much as she wanted too, she couldn't give her the answer.

That alone was just painful.

"Bonnie…"

Bonnie held gently onto Rebekah's hands. "I don't… I don't know what to say to you. I want to give you all the answers, I want to help you, but I don't know how. I think… I think you need to see someone…"

Rebekah yanked her hands away, and cut her off, "No."

"Rebekah, you need help."

"No, I don't." She defended. "I didn't ask you to come in here to tell me to seek therapy. I asked you to come in here to listen to me, to be there for me. I only need you. I only need you to tell me that it's going to be okay."

But what if she couldn't?

"I'm sorry…" Rebekah said, realizing that she didn't sound like herself. "I have these outbursts sometimes, and I don't mean it. But, please just…I'm going to be fine. I've stopped the coke. I'm not going to do it anymore, I promise. I'm not going to see Alexander anymore." She then laid her head down on Bonnie's lap. "You'll see. I'll be fine."

Bonnie unconsciously treaded her fingers through Rebekah's hair. Still, she couldn't process words, because at the end of the day, Rebekah was far from fine.

"And Bonnie, please don't tell the others."

"Okay, so I just have to know," Caroline's eyes focused in on Elijah, who was standing in the kitchen, flipping through a cooking magazine and drinking a scotch. Matt was also present in Caroline's attempts to flirt, while he worked on a new drink he wanted to present at his dad's bar.

"And what would that be, Ms. Forbes?"

Gosh, he was the only one that could say her last name and make it sound sexy as hell.

"Are you single?"

"Yeah, please answer her," Matt's eyes still never left his concoction. "So she can put this future Mrs. Mikaelson fantasy to rest."

Caroline shot him the finger, and Elijah smiled that million dollar smile that could make a girl's panties wet.

"It is complicated."

Caroline frowned. "Well, if the complication goes to single, you know where I'll be."

Matt then handed them the finished product. "Okay, try this."

Before they could, they heard the front door open, and someone they weren't expecting to see, walked through the kitchen.

"Starting the party without me, I see."

Finn Mikaelson.

"Well, this is a surprise." Elijah walked towards his brother and gave him a hug.

"I thought I'd come visit my younger siblings."

"Where is that beautiful fiancé of yours?"

"Sage is vacationing with her parents for the month." He answered, and accepted the drink that Matt handed him. "This is quite good, mate."

Elijah and Caroline agreed. Matt may have just found a winner.

"Where are the kids?" Elijah asked Finn, referring to Kol, Jeremy, and their girlfriends."

"Marcel is in Italy on some business for a while, and since they adore him, he didn't mind watching them until I get back. Plus, you know how protective he is over Davina."

Great, Elijah thought. With Marcel there, they were all in good hands.

"Where are the others?" Finn asked.

"Damon, Stefan, and Niklaus are around here somewhere, and Rebekah and Bonnie are down at the beach."

Once Finn finished Matt's drink, he poured himself a glass of scotch. "Can we speak in private, brother?"

Elijah knew what that meant. He found something.

"Excuse us." Elijah nodded to Caroline and Matt, and then walked off with his older brother.

Caroline leaned against the counter and swooned. "Now that would be a threesome I can get in between."

Matt rolled his eyes, "Aren't you supposed to be shacking up with Enzo?"

She gave him a death glare and crossed her arms. "That is none of your business. Plus, I would watch it if I were you, Matt. All these random pop ups you've been having at the mouth need to settle down before I tell Elena you've been making doe eyes at her."

Matt's face almost paled. "How did you…?"

"Well, I didn't for sure, but you just confirmed it." She gave him a wicked smile. "Yes! Two points for Caroline."

"Whatever." He ignored her laughing. "Just, help me pick out a name for this drink."

They sat at the beach for hours. After Rebekah confided in Bonnie, she fell asleep in her arms, and all Bonnie could do was sit there and hold her. She did snap out of her daze long enough to text Damon and let him know that she and Rebekah would be spending the day together without any interruptions.

So, after Rebekah woke up, Bonnie suggested they go sit at the beach to get some fresh air. As much as she wanted to keep all of this to herself, she knew she couldn't. Rebekah needed help. Right now she seemed fine, but what would tomorrow be like? Or the next day? She couldn't sit around, knowing information like this, and expect it to be put under the rug.

But, one thing she knew about Rebekah, is that the harder you push, the more she'll fall further away.

After the beach, Bonnie sat in the passenger seat as Rebekah drove around the city. One of the things that calmed Rebekah was driving. If she got mad or sad, when she took a drive, she'd always come back feeling relieved. So, Bonnie opted to join her, because she didn't want to be alone, and Bonnie definitely didn't want to leave her alone.

They barely said more than two words to each other, but that didn't stop Bonnie from having their hands intertwined the whole time. Any sort of comfort she could give her, she would.

Bonnie cleared her throat for the umpteenth time today. She really hoped she wasn't getting sick, because all this situation needed right now, was her having a summer cold. She didn't have time to get sick, because her sole purpsoe was to focus on Rebekah.

Rebekah jerked the car to a stop instantly, and Bonnie was glad they were both wearing their seat belts.

"My necklace." She touched her neck. "The one aunt Dahlia gave me on my 15th birthday before she passed. I left it at his house."

Bonnie knew exactly what that meant, and she almost suggested that they buy her a new necklace, but then the sentimental value wouldn't be there.

"I don't think it's such a good idea."

"Bonnie, please, it's my necklace" She looked over at her. "You know how much it means to me. We'll just run in and out."

Bonnie coughed again, and even though her logic was telling her no, she agreed. The upside of it all was that she could punch Alexander's ass out.

His house was about fifteen minutes away, and once they pulled up, they noticed that a massive party was going on.

Good, maybe they wouldn't even run into him.

Once they walked in, people were high and drunk off their asses. If they weren't dancing, they were shooting up, playing beer pong, and doing a handstand on a keg. Would it have been heartless if Bonnie said fuck the sentimental value, and let's go?

She figured it would be, so she kept her mouth shut.

"I know exactly where I left it, I'll be right back."

Bonnie grabbed her arm. "No, I'm going with you."

"Bons, I promise, I'll be right back."

"Rebekah, no." Bonnie said, still holding on, while she pulled out her phone to text Damon where they were.

The exact moment she did, Rebekah moved out of her touch, and walked upstairs.

Bonnie could barely hear her own voice over the music as Rebekah walked away, and a bunch of people migrated between them. She was still about to follow her, but the hacking cough decided to use that exact moment to come back.

When she glanced at the top of the stairs, and didn't see Rebekah, she made a mental note that she would give her approximately five minutes to find her necklace, or she was going up there to get her, dragging her by her hair and all.

"Can I have a soda please?" She asked the bartender (because there was fully stocked bar in this man's house).

"What kind?"

"Ginger ale."

"Coming right up." He poured her a cup of soda. "Hey, aren't you friends with Rebekah?"

Bonnie took a sip of her drink, "Yeah."

"I'm Liam. Rebekah showed me a picture of you. Trust me; the pictures don't do you justice."

Bonnie was usually a nice person. She smiled when someone flirted with her, she was never rude and thought herself better, but right now, she didn't want to be here. All she wanted to do was get Rebekah and go.

"Thanks."

"Maybe you want to hang out with us sometime?"

"No thanks." She drank the rest of her drink, and walked away.

Five minutes was up.

Okay, so Bonnie wasn't a stranger to big houses. She had one, The Salvatore's, and the Mikaelson's had one. Hell, their beach house and other houses around the globe were huge, but for some reason it was taking her extra-long to just make it into each room in this one. She probably only made it to five empty rooms, before she began to feel extremely tired. Dizzy even.

Was it getting hot in here?

When she opened the door to the next room and turned on the light switch, the dim lighting made the room just a little brighter. Her vision began to get blurry, and she realized that she needed to sit down for a second.

She pulled out her phone and saw that she had missed calls from Damon, Klaus, and Elijah. She saw she had text messages as well, but she could barely read them.

Her phone fell out of her hand the moment she heard footsteps near her.

"Bekah…?" Her voice sound barely audible.

"Hey, Bonnie, are you okay?"

That voice sound familiar. When she realized it was the bartender, she stood up… slower than she would have liked.

"I-um…don't know…" She cleared her throat, feeling the cough attack coming on. "W-where's R-Rebekah…?"

"I'm sure she's somewhere off making up with Alex." He shrugged, walking closer. "Those two have been getting in a lot of fights lately and then next thing you know they're making up like nothing ever happened."

Bonnie's mind felt like it was buzzing. "No. No, w-we…we need to leave."

"Are you sure you really want to go?" He pushed her back down on the bed. "I saw the way you were looking at me tonight."

For a moment, Bonnie didn't know what was going on, until she could feel a weight on top of her.

"No!" She held out her hands to block him off.

"Ssh, don't worry; it will be our little secret."

As weak as Bonnie felt, as much as she wanted to close her eyes and fall asleep, that voice inside her head told her to get away. To at least try. So, when her knee lifted up and connected with his jewels, he fell to the ground yelling in pain.

She struggled as she got up and walked towards the door. She had to get to Rebekah. They had to leave.

The moment she opened the door, she wasn't expecting to see the eldest Mikaelson standing in front of her. Her vision may have been going in and out, but she was aware of exactly who it was.

"Finn…" His name was barely a whisper as it escaped her lips.

And then it was lights out for her.

Although, before she went down, she could have sworn she heard a gunshot.

A/N: First I want to say thank you all for reading part 1 of a 2 part chapter. I don't want to make this a/n completely long, but I do want to explain this chapter a little, just in case I didn't make it clear when it came to Rebekah's struggle and Bonnie's reaction. I hope it didn't seem like Bonnie didn't want to help Rebekah or that by her not telling the guys, then the party scene wouldn't have happened. This is all new to both of them. It's like you see this friend spiraling out control, that you honestly thought was doing good, and when something like this happened. How do you handle it at first? Bonnie's main focus is to help Rebekah, but yet, she's not really sure how. Of course, the first instinct may be to tell the others, put her in therapy, but at this point she's not really sure how to proceed. She doesn't want to push Rebekah away, and yet she still has a lot to learn about what Rebekah's going through. Even though the gang pretty much knows everything about each other, there are still some instances that are kept secret. It's like I wrote in here, Rebekah has all this confidence and a great family, but that doesn't mean she doesn't have these insecurities. So we'll go more into her struggles and her healing during this story.

I know I said I would go into why Enzo was crying last chapter, but I have to save that for the part 2.

Thank you all again so much for reading! I really do hope you enjoy and continue to stick with this story. There is still many fun and loving moments to happen within this fic, but of course, because of the type of writer that I am, it's not always going to sunshine and daffodils (yeah I heard that somewhere).

Sorry for the long a/n. Please review and let me know what you think.