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Bonnie woke up the next morning still feeling tired as if she hadn't gotten any sleep. She had, but it was a restless sleep. She sat up in the empty bed, figuring Damon must have already showered and dressed and went down to breakfast. But Bonnie wasn't hungry so she decided that she would skip breakfast. She got up from the bed, clad in an orange tank top and green boy shorts and turned on the radio to listen to as she made up the bed. When she was done, Bonnie sat on top of the bed, pulling her knees to her chest and sat quietly as she listened to Katy Perry's "Wide Awake", her mind replaying everything that happened last night.
Damon came into the room, his face unreadable and Bonnie's eyes remained locked to his as he made his way to the bed, sitting down in front of her. Damon thought Bonnie looked really pretty sitting there as his eyes took in everything about her; she was one of those girls that was literally pretty from head to toe. Without thinking, Damon picked up her small foot, admiring how pretty her feet were. Bonnie silently watched him as he brought her foot to his mouth, kissing the bottom of it but when he opened his mouth, she tried to pull away but he held on firmly to her foot, placing a toe into his mouth. His intense blue eyes locked to hers. What was he trying to do to her? She would never be able to understand him no matter how hard she tried.
Bonnie remained still; her eyes taking in the small injuries that he had sustained from the fight. He had a cut above his right eye and his knuckles were red and somewhat raw on both hands, but other than that Damon didn't look to worse for wear. But why was he sucking on her toes? Was this his way of apologizing to her for last night by literally kissing her feet? Bonnie had had enough of him going down on her toes. He had been out of control last night and kissing her feet wasn't going to cut it. Not only had he beat Dean to a bloody pulp, but he'd accused her of cheating on him; lumping her in with the likes of Elena, insulting her to the highest degree. And now he had the nerve to suck on her toes like last night didn't happen and everything was okay between them. If he thought that she was going to just let this slide then he had another thing coming.
"So you're playing nice this morning. Last night, you were angry with me and accusing me of unthinkable things and now you're sucking on my toes? Is this supposed to be your way of apologizing or is this some type of kinky foreplay because you want some pussy?" She said boldly. She didn't care how vulgar she may have sounded; she was angry as hell.
Damon stopped his ministrations, and Bonnie jerked her foot out of his hand. Damon raised his brow. "I can tell by your use of vulgarity that you aren't too happy with me at the moment...and just so you know, sucking on toes is far from being kinky Bonnie. I see that I still have a lot to teach you."
Bonnie scoffed; he really was a piece of work. She chose to ignored the last part of what he said and only responded to the first. "You're damn right I'm not happy with you. Damon, you said a lot of awful things to me last night. I didn't deserve how you treated me…I did nothing wrong and yet you came at me so hard, getting in my face and acting like you were ready to kick my ass too."
Damon rolled his eyes. "Stop being so dramatic Bonnie." He said, dismissively.
Bonnie felt like hitting him, that's how furious he made her. "I feel like kicking you in the face, right now."
Damon smirked. "Now who's the violent one?"
"You think this is funny! You hurt Dean really badly…he could be dead for all we know!" Bonnie said angrily, getting off the bed.
Damon caught her wrist before she could walk away from him. He pulled her in between his legs and Bonnie stood there stiffly and unyielding in front of him. Damon snaked his arms around her waist.
"Dean is not dead Bonnie, but you're right he is hurt pretty badly. I know that you've never seen that side of me, but I'm not going to apologize for kicking Dean's ass. I warned him more than once and yet he still chose to provoke me. Bonnie, you already know that when it comes to you all bets are off. And anyone who tries to take you away from me will get dealt with, it's that simple." He said, bluntly.
Bonnie shook her head. "What am I supposed to say to that? Sometimes, you make it so hard for me because I don't know how to deal with you and your ways. You're like this complex puzzle that I'm constantly trying to figure out, but I can't no matter how hard I try."
Damon touched her face, sighing. "Baby, I know I'm a lot to handle."
Bonnie lowered her eyes. "Last night, you were so out of control. I hate it when you get like that…you're like a different person. When you get like that you act like you hate me. You should have seen your face last night when you accused me of being with Dean. I'll never forget how you looked at me Damon."
Damon lifted her chin, forcing her to look at him. "Hey…I'm sorry."
Bonnie moved his hand away. "No. You just can't say I'm sorry and expect me to forget the ugly things you accused me of doing. You hurt me last night. And you know I would never do something like that. You turned my obligation as a human being to help Dean into something so ugly. Do you honestly believe I've been cheating on you with Dean?" she asked, pointedly.
Damon stood to his feet, causing Bonnie to back up. "Bonnie, I know you're not cheating on me, and I was wrong to accuse you like that." he said, apologetically.
Damon continued walking forward, backing Bonnie against the wall. She hated that she was barefoot because Damon towered over her, making her acutely aware of just how small she was compared to him. Damon ducked his head, going for her mouth and Bonnie turned her head away. Damon chuckled. "So I can't kiss you even though I've apologized?"
Bonnie wasn't appeased by his apology nor was she amused by him trying to make light of the situation. The things he'd said to her last night were so wrong and undeserved. "No, you can't."
Damon twirled a strand of her hair around his finger. "So I guess me getting some pussy right now is definitely out of the question?"
Bonnie's eyes swung back to his; angrily glaring at him which made Damon smile because he knew if he was vulgar she'd look at him. He quickly swooped down, stealing a kiss from her. Bonnie clenched her jaw determined not to allow his tongue access into her mouth. Damon pulled away after a while, looking into her angry green eyes. "Well go ahead and be that way then." He pouted cutely.
Bonnie knew he was trying to soften her, but she wasn't having it. "I will…though you should have seen that coming. We women are notorious for not putting out when we're pissed… we're all the same after all…right?"
Damon looked at her.
Bonnie looked back at him, giving him an opportunity to take back his harsh, unfair words.
Damon leaned down and kissed her cheek.
Bonnie stood frozen as she watched him leave their bedroom. Wow, he just said so much without having uttered a single word. Bonnie hugged herself, determined not to cry.
Antonia loved the holiday season; it was her favorite time of the year. Her house was always where the entire family came to celebrate and she wouldn't have it any other way. She loved being surrounded by her family and smiled now as she walked through her large house to see everyone she loved under one roof for Thanksgiving. The only person that was missing was her Benito, rest his soul. But her smile dimmed some when she caught sight of Bonnie in the garden, sitting by herself. Antonia stood in front of the double glass doors watching her. Bonnie looked so alone. Antonia slipped outside and made her way towards her.
"You look pretty." Antonia said, when she noticed Bonnie's outfit and hair. She liked when Bonnie wore dresses and looked like a young lady.
Bonnie had decided to forgo the jeans and wear something nice for the holiday. She wore a gorgeous, dark brown fall Gucci dress that looked lovely against her toffee colored skin and her hair was pulled back in a twisted up do with side swept bangs.
"Thank you." Bonnie said, sweeping her bangs to the side and out of her face.
Antonia sat down. "Why are you out here all by your lonesome?"
Bonnie looked away. "I just wanted a moment to myself."
Antonia sat back in her chair, regarding Bonnie closely. She could see that Bonnie was very troubled about something.
"How is Dean?" Bonnie asked after a while.
Antonia let out a heavy sigh. "He has a few broken ribs…a fractured kneecap…two broken fingers…and some bruising to his face with a few cuts and lacerations."
Bonnie swallowed. Damon had done all of that…with just his bare hands. Bonnie stood to her feet, crossing her arms over her chest.
Antonia stood up, going to Bonnie's side. She put her arm around Bonnie's waist. "Dean is going to be fine…he's getting the best care possible."
Tears began to fall from Bonnie's eyes and she quickly and somewhat angrily wiped them away. "I seem to be crying a lot lately…I never used to cry that much… that was always Caroline's thing." Bonnie said, sniffling. "But I find myself crying all the time now…I don't know what's wrong with me."
Antonia hugged Bonnie to her.
Bonnie continued. "I used to consider myself a strong person… but I don't anymore… being with Damon has changed me so much." Bonnie gasped, realizing what she said and who she said it to. Her eyes got huge in her face. Bonnie pulled away from Antonia. "Oh gawd…I don't know why I said that…I didn't mean to imply that…that…"
Antonia quickly tried to put her at ease. "Bonnie, it's okay…I understand…I know you love my son…but I also know that he can be quite a handful…and he would be for any woman let alone a girl of your age."
Bonnie took a ragged breath. "I love him so much, but sometimes I don't think I'm strong enough to handle being with him."
Antonia's heart went out to the young girl, and she decided just this once she was going to meddle in her son's marriage…just this once. She put her arm around Bonnie's waist and slowly began to walk with her. "Bonnie, Damone has a lot of his father in him. And that is both a good and a bad thing. But where your real problem lies is with the damage that Elena did to him. That woman changed my son for the worse and made it hard for any woman who would come after her."
Bonnie struggled with herself wanting to open up and talk to Antonia, but she knew how Damon felt about her discussing their marriage with anyone, including his mother. So she decided to keep the topic on Elena. "She made him not trust women and for that I hate her."
Antonia stopped walking, turning Bonnie to face her. "Bonnie, my son loves you with every fiber of his being…I know this because I see the way he looks at you, so don't give up on him…don't let Elena win."
Bonnie bit her bottom lip so she wouldn't cry and nodded her head. But how was she going to do that when she was up against so much?
Damon watched from across the room as Bonnie and his mother came into the house. He brought his glass of bourbon up to his mouth wondering what little interesting things they'd been discussing outside. He watched as Bonnie excused herself and walked in the other direction, leaving the room. Damon could tell by her face that she'd been crying. But five minutes later, she came back and her face was free from all signs that she'd been crying. Their eyes caught, but Bonnie looked away. Damon didn't like that. He made his way across the room to her and Bonnie remained where she stood, knowing that if she left the room he would only come after her.
"I like the dress…you look very beautiful." He said when he stood in front of her.
"Thanks." Bonnie replied.
Bonnie looked away after a moment, and Damon turned her face back to him. "Why do you keep doing that?"
Bonnie moved his hand away. "Doing what?"
Damon slightly bent his knees to be at eye level with her. "Looking away from me."
"I'm sorry. I didn't know I was supposed to keep my eyes on you at all times." She said, sarcastically.
Damon made a face, letting her know he wasn't amused. But he let her little remark go. "So what were you and mamma discussing outside?"
Just great, thought Bonnie. But she would only tell him what she wanted him to know. "She was giving me an update on Dean. You did a lot of damage to him. I see I had no reason to worry. You were right…you're more than capable of handling yourself in a fight. Your hands should be certified as lethal weapons. You should be very proud of yourself."
Damon got impossibly close to her face. "I know you're only seventeen and that you've never been in a real relationship with a man so I've tried to take it easy on you, but it's time for you to grow the fuck up and stop acting like a little girl. The moment I took your virginity you became a woman. The moment I put that ring on your finger you became a wife. So your days of being a little girl and having hissy fits are long gone, so pull yourself together and start acting like a woman." He said harshly, glaring angrily into her eyes.
Bonnie swallowed, her eyes locked to his angry face.
Damon pulled back. "I mean it Bonnie." He said, walking away from her.
Bonnie just stood there.
