Crimson Fate (R-M)
Chapter 29- Ocean Eyes (Billie Eilish)
The Salvatore boys were asked to have dinner with their parents today. Something they did once in a while to assure their parents they were alive and in good health. Damon walked into his parents five thousand square foot home on their two acres of property, deep in the mountains. After decades of being apart of the club, and even longer, riding with his best friends, after getting out of the army, Giuseppe "G" Salvatore was retiring his patch. He'd still wear his cut proudly, but he and Lily, were ready to calm their lives down, and what better time then right before they got in bed with Howlers, on selling white?
The eldest son stood in the kitchen helping his mother make sauce, the way he always secretly did while she became a typically inquisitive mother. "Where's the baby?"
"Who fuckin knows? He's been everywhere I'm not for the past two weeks. I'm sick of trying to find him. We got some things to handle, and it's almost like he's avoiding me."
"You in some type of trouble?" She asked, chopping basil.
"No, I just told him we needed to handle some shit a while back, and we've been laying low. It's time to collect."
"Your brother just patched in. I think you better take it easy on him."
"I'm sorry, last I checked he got stabbed and was out of commission for a couple of weeks. I think, he needs to be about this as much if not more than me."
Lily stopped cooking, and turned to her son, cupping his cheek. "Sometimes I listen to you speak. And I think about how much I could've changed this all. I think, when I found out I was pregnant with you, I could've walked away. I was in college, about to graduate, and I got pregnant. And I left. I left him, and went back home to my parents. Then, they treated me like some mistake. Some failure. Told me, they'd take you from me, for being an unfit mother. Call CPS on me. I couldn't just let them do that. So, I came back. Afraid I'd fail on my own. I came back and this has been my life." She smiled dimly. "Maybe not the most boastful way to live, and I damn sure could've given better opportunities by you, but I did what I could. And had I not left, I wouldn't have had you're brother. So, here we are..."
"Here we are." He repeated.
"I love you son."
"Love you too ma."
"What happen to I love you?"
"I said it Ma."
"No." She gave him a dumbfounded look. You said. 'Love you too Ma.' Actually."
"Same difference."
"No. It's not. It's more personal the right way."
"You're over thinking things." She was once the only woman he'd ever said that too. Until a couple weeks ago. She already felt a difference in his tone. She knew he loved her, but she knew she was no longer the only one he loved. Lily have a look of utter bafflement, and then continued with their discussion.
"I know you and your father's relationship is rocky, but he needs you to step up now as VP. You and Vince are a good team. But, you need to be careful moving in on white territory. That shit is dangerous."
"I know ma. It wasn't my choice. But the guys see dollar signs. That's all, they want money."
"Fuck. It's what we all want. But I know for facts, money is the root of all evil." She said shaking her head.
"And now, we have two months to decide this. I just hope, after two months, they decide it's not worth it." He earnestly spike.
At that moment Stefan walked in. He was quieter than normal, and his lip was busted.
"Baby boy? Come here.. give your Ma a hug." She turned to open her are with a warm welcome. Until she saw his lip. "Whoa." She said looking at his mouth. Grabbing his face to careful observe. "What happened here... what kind of shit you get yourself into?"
Stefan yanked his face away from her hand. "Ma, I'm okay."
"Why you so snappy? You and your little girlfriend fighting again. I tell you I don't like that one. Seems to be more of a headache than anything."
"I'm fine. I got into it with someone on the street who almost ran me over. I'm fine."
Lily didn't believe him and Damon sure as hell wasn't in the mood to putty his brother. He also wasn't about to let Stefan avoid him further.
"Stefan, what's goin on? Why you avoiding me?" When the younger Salvatore looked at the brother who practically raised him, he didn't answer. "Aye, I'm talkin to you." He yelled.
"I'm busy. I have a couple months left of school."
"When I'm home, you're not."
"Well, you leave every fuckin night, Damon." Stefan looked him in the eye with a complete lack of empathy. "Where are you every night, from just after midnight til around six am? Huh? Where are you driving to for six hours?" He gave Damon a look, that he understood brother to brother. "Maybe I should be the one worried..."
Damon's temples started to throb. He didn't know what Stefan knew, but he knew Stefan knew more than he needed to. And when he saw the anger in Stefan's face, he could only imagine what was going through his mind. Lily looked between her two boys aggravated behind not knowing what they were talking about and listening to them bicker. When she realized the stare down was deeper than it appeared she smacked them both across the cheeks.
(SMACK) (SMACK)
"Knock that shit off. Before I call your father in here to fix you two." Damon paused in his motion to refrain from hitting his brother out of respect for his mother, but Stefan walked away. "Son, come back here!"
"I'm going to wash up. I'll be back." Stefan walked out and Damon was unsure how to approach him about whatever it was he knew. But his thoughts and contemplation were short lived when Lily turned towards the elder of the two boys. "I had a feeling."
"About what?"
"Something looks different about you. You're eating more, and you're hair is nicer these days. Not so messy. You smile more. Which is not you. You just look happy."
"Do I? I'm the same as I've always been Ma."
"No, son. A mother knows. And in almost twenty four years, I've never seen you look so healthy, and relaxed."
"I just think you're imagining things." He said, as Stefan slammed a bathroom door.
"No, son. You made up with her didn't you?"
"Ma. Not this again."
"No. And yes this again. I have every right."
"Who is she? Will I meet her soon?"
"Why? Why this? Did you just see your son stomp in here -LATE? Have disrespectful behavior and slam the door Ma?"
"I did. And I'll deal with him later. You... you better talk."
"Everything's the same."
"You lying to me?"
"How many times do I have to tell you, my priority is the club?"
Sarcasm in the form of "Pft." And "Hmph." Entered the room as the Only sounds Stefan made upon hearing those words leave Damon's lips. When Damon saw his brother emerge, he had to questions in his own mind Stefan's motives today. He tried to avoid eye contact with Stefan, because he'd give too much away if he did. But he felt so much heat coming of of Stefan's body he couldn't relax until they'd spoken.
"Where's the ring?" Lily asked.
"Wow, quit getting ahead of yourself. I have enough going on with the club ma."
"He has enough going on. Period! Trust me."
"Stefan can we talk, privately, out of respect for the house?" Stefan rolled his eyes and walked out leading the way for Damon to follow. Damon, walked behind his brother, until they reached the front yard. Damon tried reaching for Stefan's arm, but Stefan pushed him off. "What the fuck? What do you think you know?"
"Why don't you tell me?" He yelled.
"Tell you what?"
"You gonna play dumb? You think we can sit here and avoid the truth? Huh? SAL!" A condescending tone was not going to be acceptable from the kid he basically took care of.
"No club shit right now."
"Yeah club shit! SAL! That's who you treat me like. Like a fucking club brother, that you have to have a secret life away from. FOR HOW LONG?"
"Stefan-"
"RIP!"
"No." He corrected. "Stefan Antonio Salvatore, why don't you fill me in."
"Bitch ass!"
"Watch your fuckin mouth!"
"I'm eighteen and you really can't say shit to me. All you do is lie anyway!"
Damon was lost, he knew Stefan knew something, but he didn't know what. "What are you talking about?"
THWAP!
Stefan took a swing at his brother, catching him off guard, and hitting him in the jaw with his fist. Then he stood there, waiting for a response, hoping Damon would hit back, because he was so angry he'd fight the best fighter he knew. As Damon stumbled trying to catch his footing, Stefan puffed his chest ready go.
"Say something!" Stefan demanded.
"I'm gonna fuck you up! How about that?" Damon tapped his mouth with his fingers and felt blood from where Stefan busted his lip. Had Damon not been the fighter he was, that hit could've knocked him down. But Damon's jaws were damn near steel from all the fighting he'd done.
When Damon caught himself balanced he walked towards his younger brother ready to choke him, but refraining as hard as he could. He instead grabbed him by the collar of his jacket and twisted his hands to tighten the grip as they stood eye to eye.
"Truth time. Be real!" Stefan yelled.
"Okay. You're lucky as a motha fucker I don't feel like getting blood on their front yard. But you better know the truth, that I'm gonna fuck you up, if you touch me again. You're lucky your my baby brother. That's real as shit."
Stefan pushes himself away from Damon, and acted out instead of being upfront.
"Go ahead. You seem to find ways to make my life a shadow of yours anyways."
"What the hell did I do that has you acting like such a fuckin bitch today?"
"What you always do."
"What do you want me to say? I have no idea what your so angry about."
But at the same time, Damon's audacity to pretend so hard he was living a secret life is what upset Stefan the most.
"Oh really? Well, you fuckin hypocrite, take a long hard look at yourself in the mirror." Stefan left it at that, and walked away. He admitted to knowing nothing. Part of him wanted to know how long it would take Damon to admit it. But, Damon was almost sure, if Stefan knew about he and Bonnie, he would've mentioned it the moment he found out.
...
When Caroline received a phone call from Stefan, she almost didn't want to answer it. But because she had nothing going on at the moment, she decided to be friendly. And meet him at his apartment. Knowing Damon left every night at a certain time, he invited Caroline over, late.
She stood outside of his door, waiting for him to answer it. He opened it up, with his pajama pants on, and nothing else. He had a couple of tattoos. One crown so far. He couldn't get his first crown until he was patched in. The other would be coming soon. And he had the word "Ripper" under his pectorals. The word Ripper, in Old English style font stood out to her.
No matter how sexy his tattoo was, or his ripped up stomach, she rolled her eyes. "Seriously? You're cheesy as fuck!"
"Am I?"
"Yeah." She stood with her arms crossed, and an attitude more potent than the weed on her breath. He looked at her with her skin tight jeans, and her faded grey spice girls tank top on, with no bra underneath.
"Then why'd you come over here braless?"
"The same reason you answered the door half naked. Calling me at midnight."
"So, you know what this is, then?"
"Listen, we gonna stand here talking, or was this a booty call, because I can totally, go home an masturbate, and avoid the headache."
"I really like that about you." He smiled.
"What?"
"I don't know, you're just so, you. Ya know? You don't give a fuck what I think, or what I want. You're here for you, not me. You want some of this bad boy dick."
"Not so much the man attached to it. But hey, it's been since New Years, and I haven't been laid. So, maybe you can be a real man, in let me in... or you want me standing here in the cold?"
"I kind of like the view." He said, watching her erect nipples, as the wind blew, across the opening of her chest.
"Well, it doesn't do much for your manhood." She tossed her hair to one side of her face, acting like she was so over him.
"Then get in here, and let me show you, how much I missed you."
Caroline walked in his place when he moved aside. She crept slowly, trying to play aloof. "You missed me? Pft. Isn't little doe-eyed princess keeping you warm at night?"
"Nah. I haven't had sex with her since you and I... spent New Years together."
"Stop, two and a half months with no sex?"
"B, asked me not to fuck her when she told me what happened. I said I'd try and I did." He closed his door walking behind her slowly. Then he pulled her bag off her shoulders, while she looked around again. Noticing things this time she didn't notice before. Like the pictures of he, Damon and Marcel when they were younger. Pictures of he and Damon as well.
"Wow, you guys were happy little kids."
He kept moving his body closer to the back of hers. Rubbing her arms with his hands. "Yeah. I guess."
"I've never seen you smile like that." She was amazed how big he smiled. His lips touched her neck, and it felt so good to be touched again. From being touched nearly everyday for four or five years, to nothing. She was spoiled in the department of human touch.
"Smile like what?"
"So, big. It's almost as if you're not happy most of the time these days." He continued kissing her. She wanted to give in and just go for it. Something about Stefan was intriguing but also heartbreakingly beautiful. He moved her arms, grabbed the seem of the bottom of her shirt and lifted it over her head. Then after watching her breasts appear from over her shoulder, his face lit up like Christmas morning. "You should smile like that more often."
"Oh yeah, why?"
"I don't know. It makes you less assholey."
"Which isn't a word." His lips never stopped when he turned her body towards his.
"Says the guy who may not graduate to the girl with a 3.8 GPA. I like Kid Stefan."
"You wanna fuck kid Stefan?"
"Eww gross."
"Well, quit looking at him. I'm not that kid anymore."
"Totes obvs."
"You gonna look at pictures all night?"
"No, it's just, nice to see a different side of you. The more human one."
"I'm human." She could feel his humanity pressed against her, from his mouth to his waist.
"Says the Ripper." She smiles, politely looking at his tattoo. "Is that where Rip, comes from?"
"Yeah. Because, I can can Hotwire and steal a car, then rip the the entire under the hood mechanics out, replace it, and make the car like new. My dad taught me. He's a mechanic."
"Wow! That's right, you mentioned it before. And as for the nickname... That's actually so much cooler than what I thought it stood for."
"Oh? What did you think it stood for?"
"I thought it was a nice way of saying Rest In Peace."
"Cheesy as fuck. Damn, the blonde is thick, huh?" He laughed
"Shut up ass. It makes sense." She watched him laugh, thinking it was such an unlikely sight, then kissed him.
"What was that for?"
"I saw you laughing, you never laugh. Except on New Years, you laughed some. But, I'd never seen you look happy, and I wanted to touch it. See what it felt like."
"I'm sorry I'm not Tyler."
"Tyler rarely laughed, unless he was with his friends."
"You probably shouldn't get to used to me. I am an asshole."
"I know. I know Rip's an asshole. I like him. But what about Stefan?"
"You wanna know about Stefan, ask Elena?"
"She didn't know Stefan. She knew Rip. You were always juiced up on this club, which is what attracted her to you. You're status at school. All the guys afraid of you. All the girls wanted you. She didn't know Stefan. I kind of want to know, Stefan just as much as I want to know Rip."
"All in one night?"
"Oh god, no. Just, slowly, over time, I guess. You don't have to be such a stranger at school."
"Last I checked you don't look twice at me. You hate my guts."
"I let you take me to lunch when you made me late for class."
"Yeah, But we argued about why you think Coke is better than Pepsi for twenty minutes." He smiled. "But... I mean, if you're okay with me being in your, royal presence at school, then... maybe I won't be a stranger."
"Number one, because Coke is better than Pepsi. And number two...Maybe I will."
"Number one Pepsi is manufactured and distributed from America with American labor. And number two... Maybe you won't roll your eyes at me at school anymore."
"Yeah, well, Coke is still better, and you're girlfriend, has an annoying, bitchy face that irks me. And she's always next to you, like a puppy."
"Thought y'all were friends." He joked.
"Back in the day. Yeah, I thought so too."
"She's not your girl?"
"No. Bonnie and I know she's a rat bitch. Which is why she and I were trying to get some thing taken care of. The thing you asked Bonnie about. Haven't you spoken about it with her?"
"Nah. Not really speaking to her much these days."
"Again? Why this time?"
"Maybe I'll tell you tomorrow. Tonight, I want to fuck you. Over and over, until I feel better."
"Rough day?"
"You could say that?"
"You using me, for sex, because if so, let me know what this is now, and I won't expect much. I'm not the clingy type."
"I'm not using you for sex. The truth is, I can't stop thinking about you. What comes of this? I don't know, but tonight, I just want to-"
"Shut up and fuck me." She grabbed him by the face and pushed him into the wall. She gave him no space to breath, attacking his body. "On second thought, when we get to school, don't you dare fucking talk to me."
"I won't."
"Walk around like we barely know each other."
"Of course." He agreed.
"Wait! But, I have to tell Bonnie!"
"NO!" He said paranoid. "We cant."
"Hey, she and I don't keep secrets."
"I'm sure she keeps lots of secrets."
"I can't just, hide this. Not from her. It's wrong."
"Listen Blondie, I'm still trying to wrap my head around Elena and some club shit okay. Let me have this for myself, please. Just for now. We can tell her later. It feels good to have this connection to you, and to not share it with everything else."
"Okay. For now. Who knows, this may be another one time thing. So, I guess we should just, keep quiet about it. For now."
"Okay, good. Feels good being on the same page with someone."
"The living room? Tell me your brother isn't coming home?"
"Nah. He's never here at night."
Caroline found it peculiar and strange enough to remember the coincidence that he used spend nights with Bonnie at her house. And suddenly he was gone again every night according to Stefan. But tonight she wasn't focused on it. Maybe tomorrow. Tonight- She undressed before him, and sat him right there on the couch in his living room, then did what she'd missed. What she'd only gotten a taste of. She sat on top of him, and rode him, until both of their hearts contentment.
...
Bonnie lay on the bed in Damon's arms. They were both silent tonight. Damon in deep thought about the situation with his little brother. And Bonnie about the situation with her older brother's behavior and her mother's new found dating life.
"You wanna talk about?"
"No." He said quietly, staring at the ceiling. "You?"
"No. She's moved on. What more is there to say?"
"You can be hurt. It's okay to be hurt."
"No I can't. How can I be hurt when I'm barley getting over my father being gone? Why go backwards mentally and emotionally?"
"Because Baby Girl, you're allowed to deal with pain. You can't continue to bottle it up."
"Papi, anytime I feel pain, I feel anger. I feel desperation and I wanna get something and remedy it."
"You're strong. You don't need that shit Baby. You angry? Let's talk it out or take it to the spot and fight it out. You wanna box? Let's go. I'll take you now. You wanna shoot something? Let's fucking go. We are right here. We can leave our little hideout here and go to our spot and take out some anger."
"No. I just want to lay here with you. This keeps me calm." She said quietly.
"And magically it keeps me calm too. Laying next to you and holding you. I could stay away in this bubble forever."
"I hate when you have to leave me."
"I hate leaving you."
"But we are both hustling. I'm working hard to graduate with honors. And you... are securing your position in the club as VP. Taking new challenges whether you like them or not. Being a leader and making sure your guys are taken care of."
"Yeah. But-"
"But what?"
"I'm focusing on the money for a little while to get you the fuck away from here. Even if it means I gotta deal white. I'll deal that shit to pay for you to leave."
"I'm not leaving without you."
"You'll have to..."
"What? No!"
"At first. Yeah Baby. I need to get away safely which means getting you outta here FIRST and FOREMOST, in case shit gets ballistic."
"But Papi," She sounded sullen, "we are far better together than apart."
He lifted her chin between three of his fingers. "And I'm better when you're safe. Okay?"
"Okay." Her soft nod spoke more than her words.
"Just focus on school Baby. And the working at the shelter. We'll have our moments when you graduate." He could only hope and pray some days.
"Well we do have some money saved up for our getaway in a couple more months."
"Yeah." He Slowly turned to her and lowers his face until their lips connected. "A couple more months." He went back in for the kill.
Bonnie enjoyed his taste until she pulled away curious about his drifting presence. "Why don't we talk about what happened at your parents today?"
"No."
"Why?"
"Because Stefan throwing a tantrum doesn't make me calm. It makes me remember he sucker punched me, and then I want to go and break his fingers."
"What's gotten into him lately? He's acting out again?"
"I don't know Baby. He's angry at me." He whispered going back in for a kiss. And when their lips connected Bonnie stopped it before she got lost in his touch.
"You think he knows?"
"About us? Nah. He'd say something if he knew."
"When Stef is mad, he won't speak up right away. He'll avoid because he can't deal with shit that is complicated and he will start acting out."
"He needs to grow up." Damon went back in for a kiss, but her words kept interrupting him. Which he was becoming irritated by.
"I'm worried about him and Marcel. They aren't taking to us and maybe they both know something."
Damon pinned Bonnie's arms above her head and turned himself on top of her. "You think if our brothers knew about us, we'd be here? No we'd be dealing with a shit storm back home. They don't know. Or shit would be bad."
"No, Papi-"
"No Baby... stop interrupting our peace with their none sense. It's bullshit. They continue to take away from this. Us. We can't spend our nights focused on them. It's the only time we can focus on us." He said with his legs slowly opening hers.
"I know but-"
He then opened her lips with his own. "Stop talking about it. Change the subject."
"Okay." She sighed looking into his eyed and unable to tear herself away from the beautify in the sky colored hues.
"What?"
"Nothing, just... you're eyes. There so damn blue and beautiful. Like sapphire crystals burning through me."
"I've been told it's one of my nicest attributes." He laughs while she remains seriously lost inside of his gaze, feeling her emotions surface again.
"No. There're beyond nice. Their so deep. I can drift off looking into them. It's kind of how you managed to make me trust you. They're scary deep and you control so much with the way you look at me." Bonnie shook her face and turned away from him. But in his true fashion he couldn't let her look away from him. He used his nose to gently turn her back towards him and use his abilities to force her back into his stare while he connected their lips without shutting his eyes. His mouth grabbed hers and softly opened it with his tongue. He continued kissing her and staring into her eyes until she pulled back. "You have no idea what you're doing to a girl like me."
"What kind of girl is that?"
"The kind of girl who loves so hard she doesn't know how to turn it off and on. The way a guy like you shuts off his emotions. The kind of girl who only intends to fall in love once."
"Is that a bad thing?"
"If you break my heart."
"I don't intend to."
"And you understand why the words I haven't said, don't come easy to me, right? You understand love is more than a word to me. It's a promise."
"Like the ring I gave you?"
"It's deeper than this ring. But yes. Like this ring and more beyond that. I don't think you understand how much you control, and how much I can't control when I'm with you."
Somehow, her words were the tethering of his heart to hers. Like one of his tattoos, she was apart of him forever. Only she felt like the blood in his veins. And it connected everything inside of him to his very own heart.
She made him weak emotionally. She was so infectious, and so intense, he questioned himself sometimes on if he was good enough. All he wanted in life was Bonnie. But he had to ask himself if wanting her and wanting what was best for her was the same thing.
"Don't think too deep Papi. I see you in your feelings. I'm not trying to scare you. I just wanted to be honest with you. Since, certain phrases don't come easy to me, i just wanted to express the thoughts I felt in the moment I saw you look at me the way you do whenever we lay together. So, don't... over think it. Just a moment of honesty."
"I'm not good with words. The way you are." He paused. "But I know how I feel. And I love you. So much it makes me... question myself."
"Why?"
"Because you deserve more."
"Than you? No. I deserve the guy who waited for a girl like me to love. Because I'm not the easiest girl to love."
"No. You're wrong. You have no idea how much loving you came easy for me." Damon gave her another intense stare and kissed her lips once before biting his own lip trying to contain how much he wanted to be inside of her. "I wanna eat your pussy."
"Right now?"
"Yeah. And the only words I wanna hear you sayin is you tellin me how much you want it, the way you want it, and how much love it." That was the only time her heard her say Love. And he lived for it rolling off her tongue.
"No sex?"
"Nah. I wanna give you a break. Last night you kind of, bit me... hard! And I think your reaction came because of how rough I was."
"Oh." She felt bad. "I'm sorry."
"Don't be. I should be sorry. It's just... every time I try and start slow and I can't help how hungry I am for you. I feel like a monster."
"No. No! I love it. I love how you feel and how we, touch and how rough it is."
"How would you know? You've never been made love to gently. By a regular guy. I'm a fuckin, brute. I can't control how much I want you. I can't stop thinking about you and wanting to ravage you. Everyday I think about when we are when we're together and I can't wait to touch you again. And I have to be smart here. I don't know how to be gentle when we fuck. I've said it countless times. So, I think tonight..."
"I can handle it. Don't, baby me. I don't need a gentle guy. I need you. I love the way you touch me and grab me and that's how we make love." He loved hearing her words of affirmation. But he knew the only way he could offer her gentleness was this way.
"Baby, I know..." he smiled. "But tonight, let me just... do the one thing I do gently, which is eat your pussy. Because I'm not a rough kisser which is why I eat pussy so well. Because I'm a good kisser and I eat with manners." He laughed. "One of the first things I learned as a kid."
"And so, you get no pleasure tonight?"
"I love eating your pussy. Believe me, it's pleasure for me." He said wiggling under the covers.
"Wait?"
"What?" He said pulling the shit off his head.
"You wanna teach me...? Ya know."
"What?"
"Ya know..." she said nervously. "How to...?"
"No. Not yet. Let's save that for some other time."
"Why?"
"I'm very particular. I said. And I don't want you-" he stopped. "Can we, I mean, can I proceed? Stop getting side tracked."
"Fine." She giggled as he wiggled back down kissing his way down her stomach. He moved slowly until he came up on a dark circle on her hip.
"Hey... what's this from?"
"What?"
"This bruise?" He pressed down softly.
"Oh. It's nothing."
"Baby?"
"Papi, Nothing. Just from the day we were at that place in the hillside and we were having sex in the bathroom."
"WHAT?"
"Papi. It's a bruise. It's nothing."
"It's still here that was like a week ago."
"Bruises take a couple weeks to go away."
"Fuck. I'm sorry I didn't mean to. See what I mean?"
"It's okay. It was the countertop. Not you. Papi. It's nothing." She assured him.
"You promise?"
"Lo prometo." Then she bit her lip and pushed his head back down. He happily went to town but in the back of his mind, was nervous about her bruise. She continued to assure him she was okay, with her happy moans and pleas, as he tended to her flesh garden. She just soaked his gentleness in like a tulip in the spring time.
...
A week later Damon and Bonnie were closer than ever. But, things weren't getting any easier as Bonnie tried contacting both Stefan and Marcel. Stefan kept clear of her at school, and Marcel was angry at his mother. Both acting out, like children. The moment things got difficult, she wanted to talk to Damon about it, but he was dealing with the club. And she knew, Stefan wasn't talking to him either. She found it strange, the behaviors of both men. But she spent the afternoon helping her mother get rid of some old things in their house and clean out the garage for the upcoming Spring season cleaning.
And through it all weeks later, Abby was heart broken, about Marcel's behavior. After cleaning for hours together and spending the day as mother and daughter, she'd sat with Bonnie on the porch of their house talking. Something they rarely did before Marcel left. "I just don't get it. Does he want me to be miserable forever?"
"Momma, Cello is dealing with his own insecurities, he's gotten very out of pocket the last few months. Don't allow that to determine how you live."
"He's my son, Bonnie. I'm responsible for him."
"No, no you're not. He's a grown man. He makes his choices. You haven't brought your boyfriend around because of Marcel, but I still want to meet him." She said hesitantly. It felt weird knowing her mother had another man. She'd only ever seen him with her father, who'd been dead ten years now. The truth was she want ready to meet someone new but she'd do it for her mother.
"Yeah, I guess I thought, you and Marcie meeting him together would be easier on you both."
"I'm a big girl. He's always gone. Just let me, be Bonnie without Marcel for once."
"As a mother, you try not to disclude your children form important moments. Especially when you share it with another child."
"He's discluded himself. He's gone for two weeks now. The club has no idea where he is."
"He's with Gia." She casually threw out there.
"Oh, that his girlfriend?"
"You don't have to roll your eyes. She's good to him. She helps calm him down."
"Wow, and I haven't met her, or heard about her. Great. To me sounds like he's not to sure of her, himself. And quite frankly, I already don't trust her."
"Bonnie, don't be angry. He wasn't ready to introduce you two. Because you're important to him, believe it or not. And if you don't like her. It'll matter to your brother. ALOT!"
"No it won't. He could care less about me."
"Bonnie, trust me... your approval matters as much to Marcie as your protection does."
"Really? That's news to me." She said with an attitude and an eye roll.
"This... this world ain't never been easy baby. He's got issues... he does, but, he has the best intentions. I try. I try to talk to him and help but there's only so much a mothers words can help, when her child wants to learn on their own. And I have to let him. I can't shield him forever."
"But you did. For years. Shielded him. And now, he's reckless."
"I know he's done awful things, but he loves you so much. Ever since you were a baby he's looked over you. Watched you. Even played dolls with you. Against his father's wishes." Bonnie remembered vividly. "He's adored you since you were a baby. 'She's my little B.' He'd say that to us, and keep everyone from
touching you. 'She's a baby. You'll give her germs.' He'd say." She laughed. "You were everything to him."
Bonnie looked off into the distance trying not to allow the sentimentality soften her.
"Yeah. He loves me so much, he threatens me and ransacks my room. And accuses me of ratchetness. Save it momma." Bonnie was ready to rant until her neighbor interrupted them.
"Baby, Marcie just-"
"Good afternoon ladies." The stern voice of a friendly but strange man approached them.
Bonnie dropped her head, but Abby politely waived. "Hello Mr. Parker how are you and your wife liking the house? It's been a couple months now."
"Yeah, yeah, it has. Uhh, I love it. She did too. Unfortunately, not enough to stay. We are separated."
"Oh, wow." Both women frowned in shock. "Sorry to hear that."
"Ehh, you win some, you lose some. She got the dog, and I got the house, so..." he grinned walking over to them."
"I'm sorry."
"It's okay. I get visitation." He laughed.
"I can't imagine what divorce feels like."
"Feels like the end of a business transaction, in some instances. But, we had some solid years. She stuck me with a mortgage." He grinned. Then he walked to their plants and smiled. "But marriage is consistency. You know, its not much different from plants. You have to water it for it to grow."
"Certainly." Baby agreed.
"We used to talk about having a garden, speaking of. You know, it's not the season for tulips. It's why they're dying." He pointed to a flower pot.
"I know. It was the flowers my husband used to give me. In that pot, he would give me pink tulips. Every year. I've tried to keep them as memories, until the next year, and planted new ones."
"Oh, you're husband. I have yet to meet him. He the guy on the bike that leaves every morning?"
Abby shook her head in confusion, "No, 'fraid not. No one comes here everyday. My son doesn't live here. He visits frequently though. Maybe you're thinking about him. Beautiful brown skin, larger than life smile, and handsome?" She asked.
He shook his head, "No... I meant the guy-" he stopped when he saw Bonnie move behind Abby and shake her head no, incessantly. Almost like she was begging him to forget about it. "Well, come to think about it, it's been a while since I've seen him. But yeah, that's the one."
Bonnie sighed, and turned her back walking to the other side of the porch. "Oh yeah. That's him."
"He must love bikes."
"Yeah. He does." Baby said quickly wanting to get off the subject of bikes and her son. "So, uhh... you keeping the house?"
"Me, yeah. She left me. But, this is my home. I love this house."
"Of course." Abby and him spoke in a friendly manner, but Bonnie remained quiet. She wanted him to hurry up and disappear. Watching him as he spoke. Because he tend to looked around an awful lot. The door hinges, the window seals, the house was there for his viewing eyes. His unnecessarily over watchful eyes. Abby's cell phone rang, and interrupted him, causing Bonnie to clear her throat in irritation before her mother spoke again. "Oh, I should answer that. It was nice seeing you, Mr. Parker."
"Detective," he corrected, "and... you too Ms. Bennett." He smiled when she walked away, leaving Bonnie to wait until she heard her mother begin conversing. Bonnie found it strange he constantly reminded her he was a detective. Why would anyone be watching her and remind them of the fact that they were for the law enforcement. She felt that maybe she could've read too deeply into him sometimes and meanwhile she still knew she had to keep a cautious distance. She looked back at him, and he proceeded to talk. "Your mother is a lovely woman. Unfortunate the two of you live here alone."
"We're fine. We can handle it."
"Yeah, I suppose. The neighborhood's not too bad. I mean, some of the company could be better, but-"
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"I don't know if you know, but there's several biker clubs in the nearby areas. I mean, I know your brother rides, and uhh... well that other fellow I've seen here frequently. But uhh, make sure they don't get mixed up in the biker life. It's very dangerous."
"What's you're M.O. here Detective?"
"Excuse me? I'm just-"
"No. I've seen you watching me. My company. Why are you hear, what do you want?"
"Nothing. I'm a friendly guy."
"And you didn't out me, with my momma. Why?"
"Hey, I was a teenager once. Besides, it's not my place to tell you, the man that leaves here every morning around six, and arrives between midnight and two am is probably too old and experienced to be sneaking in and out of your house at night."
"You know nothing, about my life. Don't proceed to judge."
"Im not judging. But I'm a cop. I pay attention the company people in my neighborhood keep. It's a habit."
"You work in this neighborhood?"
"No. I work across town."
"So, don't enforce your ideas here. In our town. You're a resident, just like us."
"I'm always a cop."
"Why here? Why this neighborhood?"
"I Live here because we found a beautiful home at a reasonable price. That I wanted to make my own. Which is good since I'm alone now." He was very low key and never lost his temperature.
"What are you after? Why have you been paying such close attention to me?"
"Just a friendly neighbor is all." He kept reiterating but believing him wasn't registering with her.
"Because I can assure you, I have nothing you want. I don't know anything you think about anyone. I mind my business and stay out of everyone else's."
"I'm sure that's debatable." Bonnie headed towards her front door when he caught her arm. She gave him a crazy look before he began to speak. "The company you keep are a group of very dangerous men. It would benefit you to keep your distance. Finish school, and move on with your life. And you're boyfriend, the one who stays every night here... is the kind of guy you don't need to be tangled up with. But they aren't even the worst of your problems. The worst of your problems is the other man-" Her mother's footsteps were creeping as she moved about the house talking.
"You need to go! Stay away from me, and my stay away from my momma."
"Bonnie, I'm trying to pro-"
She snatched her arm away from him, "Stay away from us." She walked back inside of her house, closing the door in his face. When her mother noticed her change in attitude, she tried to brush it off with a quick smile.
"That cop gone?"
"Yeah."
"Stay away from him, Bonnie Jade. He's up to something."
"I know. He thinks we don't know he moved in here to watch us. Like we're up to something."
"It's probably the club. He's probably decided to see what he can find out through us. Do not talk to him when I'm not around, you understand me?"
"Yeah momma."
"And its best your brother stays away a while. You make sure Stefan doesn't visit either."
"Yeah, well, I'm sure that won't be a problem. I probably won't see either of them for a while."
"Okay. Good. Just let them know then."
"Yeah."
"Alright, I need to do some laundry. You heading out?"
"Yeah Caroline and I are going to a party."
"Okay. Be safe then. It's Friday night. The crazies are out." Abby laughed, realizing they knew all the crazies. Bonnie grinned realizing her boyfriend was one of the craziest ones.
"Yeah of course momma." Bonnie headed to her room to grab an overnight bag. Stuff a bunch of things into it and leave. As she walked out of her front door, Detective Parker sat there watching, as he watered his mundane bushel of plants. Which he did often. It was just the turn of the evening. The sun wasn't fully set, but damn near. Bonnie opened the trunk of her car, and tossed her bag inside.
Several minutes after getting her car together, she opened the door and proceeded to sit, as she heard... "Have a good night Ms. Bennett. Stay out of trouble." The nerve. She rolled her eyes at his condescending smile, and got in her car, leaving promptly. He picked up his phone, dialed a number and spoke. "She's headed out now. Headed south towards the blondes house. Trail her. All night. I don't care where she goes, who she's with, or what she does. Follow her. Tell me everything." He ended his call, and slid his phone back in his pocket.
...
Bonnie and Caroline felt like being somewhere no one knew them so they could explore an atmosphere outside of Rebel territory. Most of the kids at their school didn't party at clubs so they took advantage of their fake ID's and headed to a new club outside of town. "So, you drinking tonight?"
"Yeah. Maybe just a little. I kind of wanted to just chill."
"Toke?" Caroline asked pinching it between her fingers.
Bonnie stare a moment and shook her head. "Nah. I'm good. I have a lot on my mind. I think I need to be level headed tonight. Or I'll probably get to careless."
"Sweet. I won't smoke anymore either." She pulled it between her lips to take another hit. "Just after this last hit." Both giggled as Bonnie received a small contact high. "I had to have a couple hits. I had a killer exam today in Chem. And I think I studied for ten hours and still had so much confusion."
"Chem is easy."
"Yeah. Except, I decided to opt and make this exam twenty percent of my grade, so I don't have to do a science project. Therefore, this exam doubled for me."
"Shit! That sucks."
"Pft. Yeah."
"Ahem." Both girls turned to see a good looking man either watching them, approaching them with flyers, or trying to move past them to someone else. "Excuse me? You're blocking the way way."
"Oh. Sorry." Caroline looked up and felt light headed watching him grin. Bonnie helped Caroline stand up and then let her eyes catch the man's sinister glance too.
"Excuse my friend. She likes to lean on random objects and block walk passage ways so good looking guys will excuse themselves."
"Shut up asshole." Caroline laughed.
"Fancy that." He smiled. "And I like to purposely walk near pretty girls and make my presence known. I've never seen you two before."
"Really? We're around." Not really, but she lied enough to come up with that one quickly.
"Hmm." He nodded. "Yeah, I guess I should be honest I don't remember ever seeing you two. And I'm kind of a party guy. How about you guys?"
"Uhh, sometimes. Depends on the scene."
"We should go." Bonnie urged.
"Wait, I don't even know your names."
"Oh... I'm, Ca-" Bonnie bumped Caroline and made her choke almost coughing.
"Sorry, my friend needs water. We should go find some."
"Wait I didn't catch your names."
"Uhh, Jade And Liz." She pointed to herself then Caroline.
"Pretty." He said. "And you?"
"Umm. My friends call me Lo."
"Lo?"
"Yeah. A nickname." They took a look at his one silver tooth with a diamond in it. His jet black hair. And his deep rocker voice with an accent in it. He also had a couple piercings and what appeared to be a lip ring.
"That a diamond? In your tooth?" Caroline asked impressed.
"Yeah?"
"Holy shit. Can I see?"
"Ummm... sure." He smiled suspiciously, and intimidatingly with all the confidence. As he leaned in to grin Bonnie pulled Caroline's arm and urged once more.
"We really should go. I think the DJ is done playing hip hop. And I hate house music." Bonnie said.
When Caroline noticed Bonnie's apprehension she finally concurred as per her girl code sister signals.
But when he wouldn't let them go so easily, "It's only Eleven-thirty-" Caroline interrupted.
"No, she's right. Once they play house it's a wrap for us."
"Too bad. I was gonna say we should play darts, or pool or something. I'm really good. Undisputed champ."
"Self titled?"
"Stay and find out."
"Maybe next time."
"Okay. Next time. Jade and Liz."
"Next time."
"Oh, hey," as they walked away he called out to them, "you guys should come back in a couple weeks."
"Why?"
"You like hip hop? Well we have this crazy dope DJ that spins old school and nineties shit. Not that you guys probably know much about-"
"Love old school and nineties." Somehow he knew it would interest the hard to please Bonnie otherwise known as Jade. And no sooner than he got excited about her response she gutted it. "But we will be busy. Sorry."
"I haven't told you the day."
"Yeah, well-" he giggled at Bonnie.
"It's cool. No worries. I'm a stranger." He joked, "Stranger danger!," waiving his hands mildly in the air. "Listen, you're a couple of females and I get it. Think about it. We'll have some dope shit on the turn tables. And I personally, promote these things."
"Oh. Okay. You're a promoter?"
"Yup. And pretty girls and I invites are kind of my thing."
"Oh. So long as you're not hitting on us."
"Or he can hit on us. We're both single."
"Really?" His interest peaked subtly.
"Not really. We gotta go."
"Okay then..." He waived. "Maybe one day."
"Maybe." At that point Caroline tosses a flirty waive and wink while Bonnie walked away. Pulling her slowly behind. "Bye."
"Later mate."
Quick note: some of you guys are worried about Damon's level of "roughness" with Bonnie. He's learning just like she is. He has to discover what it is that works for them and it won't come over night. He's mentioned several times he doesn't know how to be gentle but that maybe they'll learn together. So, please just keep that in mind. And as of right now, Bonnie doesn't have an issue with it. Some of y'all reviews had me laughing like Skb13 calling Stefan BBQ Becky.
Also Welcome back BamonForever :)
Okay, now... So, I apologize for late update. There's literally not enough hours in my day. I'm so busy my social life is none-existant. I've been off work for two days party planning (my babies fourth bday) and saving my editing this chapter for late at night. So, in this update like others, I'm sure there were errors in multiple places, lol, and I apologize if I missed them. But I hope you liked the update because this story and you guys encouragement is one of my highlights throughout the day. Honestly, so much hectic shit in my life, and my writing is my calmness. You're reviews and encouragement is my soft spot. Thank you guys so much for being the part of my day that is mine and mine alone and I don't have to share with anyone else in my life. You guys have been amazing. I can't even recap the chapter because that's how busy my day is. But... it was important for me to say to you all, Thank you so much! Xoxo
Me
