A/N: Trigger warnings. Don't like, don't read. This story breaks my heart, but you better bet your ass that there will be an eventual happy ending.

I DO NOT OWN TEEN WOLF, THE VAMPIRE DIARIES OR THE CHARACTERS.

Chapter Eight:

As soon I got back to Liz's place, I fell into an easy routine with everyone. Coexisting was surprisingly easy. It was nice having them around. I felt less lonely. I don't think I realized how isolated I have felt over the past few years living with Damon. I don't miss it. I'm not sure that I ever will.

I was out on the front porch, just listening to the birds chirp, when I felt eyes on me. Liz had just left for work. I didn't think anything of staying outside. I should have. That was my mistake. I got up from where I was sitting and made my way to the front door, when I felt a hand grip my wrist. I whipped around and saw the face that's been tormenting my dreams for years. It was the face that I prayed that I would never have to see again.

"Did you really think that I would stay away from you forever? It doesn't matter where you go or if you hide, Bonnie. I will always find you. You're mine and no one else's. You need to remember that." He growled with a dangerous smirk. I tried to back away from him, but he just tightened his hold on me. I trembled like a leaf and he just shoved me against the house.

"N-no," I choked out. Damon's smirk slid from his face and he slammed his knee into my gut. I cried out and started to fall forward, but he steadied me.

"There you go again, forgetting your place. Is that anyway to talk to me?" He asked me. He grabbed a handful of my hair at the base of my neck and forced me to look up at him. I fought the tears that were threatening to fall down my cheeks. "I never want to see another man put his hands on you. Do you hear me?!" He bellowed. I nodded, frantically. "You're mine." He spun me around and shoved my front against the house. He fumbled with his pants and tore my shorts down. I froze. I knew what was going to happen, because it's the same thing he's done to me countless times before. It didn't matter if I didn't want it. It never did. Damon took whatever he liked from me, anyway. "Do Stefan and Derek know how much of a whore you are?" Damon rasped as he shoved himself into me. I started to cry and I couldn't stop. He grabbed my arm and twisted it behind my back, until I heard something snap. He just kept going. He always keeps going, even after he's pushed me past my breaking point. "God, I missed this. You have the sweetest pussy. I could never give it up. No one else even comes close. Look what you do to me, baby. I fucking love this." His movements became more sporadic, as he cooed at me. He used his free hand to toy with my clit. My hips rolled involuntarily. I knew he wasn't going to stop until I came with him. I hate him. I hate him so fucking much for doing this to me. He makes me want to die. "Come on, baby. You're so tense. You need this as much as I do. Let me take care of you." He breathed. He sounds like a gentle lover, not a violent rapist. He gave me a pinch and that did it for me. My knees buckled and I free-fell into a forced orgasm.

"Stop." I sobbed, when I finally caught my breath. He let go of me and let me fall to the ground. I shook violently. I didn't want it. I didn't want this. I just want to be treated like a person. I want to be treated like I matter. Everything he does to me is so dehumanizing and I just have to take it.

"I'm never going to stop, baby. Don't you get it? You're mine to do whatever I please with. That's never going to stop and I'm never going to let you go." He dragged me to my feet by my hair. He crushed his lips to mine with a bruising kiss, before head-butting me and letting me sink back to the ground. Blood gushed from my nose and my hand went to my face. I heard a car pull up, as Damon fixed his pants. "I'll see you soon, baby. Don't forget what I told you. And try to be a good girl this time, okay?" Damon took off. I don't even know how he got here and how he had the balls to force himself on me outside in broad daylight.

"Oh, my God, Bonnie?! What the hell happened to you?! Are you okay?!" Derek and Caroline came running over to me. I had enough sense to pull the tattered remains of my shorts over me to try and cover up.

"H-He was here. He just left. Oh, my God, he's never going to stop." I sobbed. Derek got to me first. The heartbroken look on his face killed me inside. I don't deserve all of the care that he keeps giving me.

"We need to get you to a hospital." He said, firmly, as he picked me up in his arms. I didn't say anything. I knew that I didn't have a choice. Caroline already had her phone out. I assumed that she was calling Meredith. I wouldn't trust anyone else. I don't know how I'm going to face Liz and tell her that I still can't stand up to Damon. I don't know what it is about him, but he has me trained. His dominating presence is so overwhelming. Even when I try to refuse, it doesn't make a difference.

"Here Bon. You can where these." Caroline shimmied out of her sweatpants that she was wearing over her yoga shorts. "Let's go. I told Meredith that we were on our way. I can call my mom in the car." She asserted. I nodded. Derek helped me put on the pants and tried to set me in the passenger's seat. I refused. I don't want him to let go of me. I terrified that if he does, I'll break.

"I-I want to sit with you. Please? Please d-don't leave." I stammered. He didn't say anything, just sat in the back seat of Caroline's car with me. He just held me and placed a soft kiss on top of my head.

"I would never leave you." He said low enough for just me to hear.

The hospital trip was an agonizing blur. Liz came down to take my statement, so I wouldn't get dragged to the station to do it later. I'm exhausted. I'm beyond exhausted. I don't even know if there's a word for this. I didn't protest when Meredith gave a new prescription for pain pills or the sleeping pills. I just took them. Derek stayed true to his word. He adverted his eyes, during the vaginal exam, but he didn't leave me. His hand stayed in mine the entire time. I'm sure that I would have been able to get through it without him.

Derek volunteered to stay the night at Liz's house. I didn't ask him – I didn't have to. Caroline volunteered to crash on the couch, so he could stay in the room that she and I had been sharing, with me. I'm not sure why it having him there helped, but it did. He didn't try to force me to talk. He just let me sit in the silence or put on a happy movie to try and take my mind off things. I appreciated it – I appreciate him.

They all knew what happened. They were there, when I gave Liz my statement. I didn't want to have to say it more than once. Having to relive it in my mind was bad enough, without having to keep talking about it. Talking about it didn't help. It didn't change anything or make the mind-numbing pain go away. I just had to take it, like I always do.

I had to cope with knowing that Damon wasn't going to stop. I didn't know what I was going to do. If the police can't catch him, I'll never be safe. As long as he's roaming around free, my nightmare would never be over. I had no idea what to do.

"Hey, come here." Derek whispered. I jumped. I didn't realize that he had woken up. He had nodded off earlier and I've been trying not to wake him. He opened his arms and looked at me expectantly. I cuddled up against him and settled my head on his chest. He wrapped his arms around me and I felt safe. It's hard to remember what that feels like. "I'll stay as long as you need me to, okay? And if you need to get out of the house, you're welcome to stay with me, as long as you like. Laura is coming next week. I'm sure that she would love the company."

"Thank you." I breathed.

"For what?"

"Everything," I finished. The lump in my throat kept growing and I tried to will myself not to cry.

"You don't have to thank me, Bonnie."