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Chapter Three:

The entire car ride was silent, as Caroline drove me home. There was nothing more she could say, that she hadn't already. I don't think the silence really bothered either of us, honestly. Enough has happened today, the quiet was welcomed. I still don't really believe it all – that it actually happened.

"There's a reason that Derek is acting as strongly as he is, Bon." Caroline admitted, successfully breaking the silence. I looked over at her, but I didn't say anything. I knew that she wasn't finished talking. I know he well enough to know better. "Derek's older sister, Laura, she was in an abusive relationship. I'm not saying that her situation is the same as yours, because it isn't. I don't know all of the specifics and I didn't feel comfortable asking him to share more than he was comfortable sharing with me. The guy beat her up pretty bad, Bonnie. Derek found out and he convinced her to leave him. But it didn't stop there. That guy came after their younger sister, Cora, and put her in a coma. Cora came out of it okay. She doesn't keep in touch with Derek or Laura, because she blames them for what happened to her. The guy ended up in jail. I don't know anything else, but I thought you should know. Derek isn't just spitting fire out of his ass, he's sort of been there. He's seen the aftermath. I don't want that for you. Just picturing that happening to you, terrifies me. I couldn't live without you, Bonnie. You're like a sister to me.

Caroline gave me a lot to think about. I put on a long maxi dress and wore a cardigan over it. Both are clothes that Damon has claimed he liked on me. They're soft and comfortable. The less bruises that I show, the better.

"Hey baby," a soft voice woke me up. I jerked, when I realized that I had dozed off on the couch. I didn't mean to. I had taken more of the painkillers that Damon left for me and they make me so groggy.

"I'm sorry." I apologized, softly. "I didn't mean to fall asleep. I guess I must've overdone it at the gym… and the pills for my wrist make me so tired." I explained. Damon didn't seem angry in the slightest. If anything, he seemed content, which is rare for him.

"I'm glad you slept. I was worried about you. I know how set you were about going to the gym." His words oozed sincerity. It was throwing me off.

"We both are. It's good to see you, Bonnie. It's been too long. You're the one good thing my brother has ever done in his life." Stefan leaned down to hug me. His embrace was a little too tight for comfort, but it's not his fault that his brother probably cracked a few of my ribs, yesterday. It was nice. I've always liked Stefan. Apart from the looks department, he's never really been anything like Damon. They share a last name and devastatingly good looks, but that's about it.

"We're happy to have you." I assured him. He smiled at me, as he let me go.

"I hope you're hungry, baby. We order Thai. I got you an order of that Thai tea you like so much and mangos with green tea rice for dessert." Damon told me.

"Thank you."

It was unexpectedly nice to have Stefan here. It was almost too easy to get used to his warm presence. His warmth is such a vivid contrast compared to Damon's glacial demeanor.

I knew that the peace here at here would be short lived. There's no way that this reverie could last… It will just leave a bittersweet taste in my mouth, when it's over too soon. If every day was like this with Damon, I would have no problems surviving. His ability to go from charmer to tormentor will forever terrify and amaze me, in equal measure.

"We don't have to watch a movie, if you're too tired, Bonnie. It's not a big deal." Stefan tried to assure me. My eyes flew open at his admission. I've been fighting to keep my eyes open for the past hour, but I had been hoping that it wasn't too obvious. Damon wanted to watch a movie, the three of us together. I didn't want to do anything to upset him. I didn't think that my body could take any slip-ups.

"Oh, no, it's fine, really." I lied, with a smile. Damon had been watching out exchange with an unnatural enthusiasm. It made me worried. What could he possibly be up to now? Hadn't he already put me through enough?

"Baby, he's right. Why don't we take the movie to the bedroom? That way, you can soak in a bath with some Epsom salt. I picked up some of that wine you like on the way home. Why don't I pour you a glass and get a bubble bath started with candles? It's been a while since you've enjoyed a bath with the works." He suggested. I couldn't deny that his offer sounded so tempting. He definitely knew where I liked and had no problem using it against me on more than one occasion. "That way, you can watch the rest of the movie with us, when you're done. And it won't matter if you fall asleep, because we'll already be in bed." He added. It's logical – I'll give him that – but that doesn't mean that I believe him. It's not like anything would be different, even if I did.

"Okay," I gave in, like I always do. It's better than getting hit. I just couldn't take anymore tonight. I'm just not strong enough to take it. I doubt I would be able to recover from it mentally. I feel like I'm inches away from cracking. I really can't afford that right now – not here – not in front of them.

"Only if that's alright with you," Stefan spoke up. He's so sweet. He's always been so thoughtful. I wish that Damon was more like him. I knew that Stefan was only speaking up, so I wouldn't feel pressured by Damon. If he only knew…

"No, it's fine, really. A bath sounds so nice." I smiled. Stefan seemed to relax and Damon seemed to do the opposite. Damon took my hand and led me to our room.

"Would you mind grabbing the wine from the kitchen and a glass for Bonnie, Stefan?" Damon asked him. Stefan nodded with a small smile and did as he was asked, like the dutiful brother he was. "Come on, baby girl." Damon redirected us. He helped me sit down on the edge of the tub, as he turned on the hot water and doctored the bath with Epsom salt, lavender bath oil, and bubble bath. He lit the candles that we kept in our bathroom. The tub didn't take too long to fill up. Stefan knocked on the open bathroom door, before walking in with the opened wine bottle and filled wine glass in hand. I accepted the glass, gratefully.

"Thank you, Stefan." I thanked him softly and took a sip.

"I'll help her get situated and then I'll be right out." Damon told his brother. Stefan nodded and excused himself and shut the door behind him. Damon helped me undress carefully. He took me into his arms and lowered me into the tub. The intimacy of it left me unnerved. As much as I hate him – and even though I know that there are thousands of reasons that I shouldn't – part of me still loved him and part of me feared that I always would. Sometimes, even if it was just for a few moments, I would catch glimpses of the man I fell in the love with. The same man that helped me cope with the death of my only remaining family. The man that Damon rarely was anymore. Loving him stopped being a reason a long time ago. Fear is what kept me here and I think we both knew that, even if no one said it out loud.

He leaned down and covered my lips with his own. He's trying to be romantic, but I can't figure out why. Every time he does this, it's because he has something horrible up his sleeve. My nose started to sting and I felt tears well up in my eyes. I swallowed them back and fought to keep them at bay. He pulled away and stroked the side of my face.

"Did I ever tell you what it was like growing up with Stefan?" Damon asked me, out of the blue. I shook my head, trying to figure out where he was going with this. "We shared everything. There was a time that we even shared women. It worked out, for the most part. We've always had the same taste, as far as women go. Our women were always showered with attention. They were never ignored." I felt like my heart stopped. He can't be serious!

"What are you saying?" I asked him, without considering the possible repercussions.

"I'm saying, baby, that it would be just like old times, if we started sharing you." He smirked. I inched away from him.

"No," I refused, without thinking. Anger flared in his eyes. I felt the sting and yelped, as Damon's hand made contact with my mouth. Blood spurted out on his hand. His ring must've gotten me.

"What makes you think that you have a choice in the matter?" He growled. I gulped and wished that I was anywhere else.

"What if he won't go for it?" I asked him, praying that Damon was bluffing and that Stefan would be able to take some sense into him.

"I know my brother than you ever will – or did you forget that, baby? And if you even think about refusing, just know that I can make your life a living hell." He threatened me. I don't know what he meant by that, exactly. And honestly, I didn't have to. The threat was enough to know that he would make sure that he made good on his promise. He always did. He still has something up his sleeve… He never shows all of his cards. "Be a good girl and enjoy your bath. We'll be waiting for you."

I didn't even think about emerging from the bathtub until I had polished off the entire bottle of wine, I had taken another dose of painkillers, and the bath water had gone cold. I tried to support myself on the railing on the wall, near the tub. I tried to stand up, but lost my footing. I grabbed the side of the tub, momentarily steadying myself. I tried to climb out and fell hard, hitting my hip and shoulder in the process. I cried out and cradled my shoulder. Why can I never catch a break?!

The bathroom door burst open and both Damon and Stefan came running in. Damon rushed over to me and picked me up in his arms.

"What hurts, baby?" He asked me, worriedly. I winched and tried to hold back the tears.

"My hip and shoulder," I huffed through gritted teeth. Damon seemed to be shielding me from Stefan's view, but I know that there's no way that he hadn't seen at least some of Damon's handy work.

"There's no way that all of that is from falling in the tub. What the hell have you been doing to her, Damon?!" Stefan demanded.

"Now's not the time, Stefan. I need to make sure that she didn't break anything." Damon tried to deflect.

"Like hell it is. You're not going to touch her again. I'm taking her out of here. Bonnie pack a bag." Stefan ordered me. Damon's grip on me tightened.

"Like hell you are!" Damon yelled. Stefan pulled out his phone and made a call, speaking too low for either of us to hear him.

"The police are on their way. I'm sure you'll enjoy explaining to Liz why Bonnie is in the condition she's in. We're leaving. Unless you want to be here, when they get here, I suggest you leave." Stefan stood his ground. Damon radiated fury. I've never seen him look so furious. The look he's giving Stefan is deadly.

"I'm sure you planned this, you manipulative bitch." Damon growled, before tossing me aside. I landed painfully on my side, on the bathroom floor. "This is far from over." Damon stormed out.

"I'm not afraid of you. You won't come near her again." Stefan yelled after him.

"Oh, but you will be. Just try and fucking stop me. I will kill you, if you keep her from me. I don't make promises that I can't keep, brother."