I DO NOT OWN THE VAMPIRE DIARIES OR THE CHARACTERS.
Chapter Fifteen:
I was trying to treat my day just like any other, but the joke was on me. I was still beyond shaken up about Damon's confrontation at the market. I honestly never thought that he would escalate like that. He surprised me and caught me off guard.
But the more that I think about it, the surer I become that… that had been his intention. I'm still not sure if Damon being there was planned or just an awful coincidence. With Damon, it's always hard to tell. Typically, he's impulsive and runs off of what he wants in the moment, but when he really wants something, he's been known to really work for it and plan things out.
There is still part of me that hopes he'll realize how ridiculous all of this is and that he'll come to his senses. I don't ever remember him being this volatile, while we were married. I don't know what to think. You think that you know a person and then they turn around and do something like this…
"Babe," Kai's voice startled me. I jumped, pulled from my thoughts. "Hey, sorry. I didn't mean to scare you." He apologized. I gave him a small smile.
"It's fine. I'm just a little jumpy; that's all." I tried to reassure him. He nodded, but didn't seem to be entirely convinced.
"Liz called. She said that Damon came by the station and turned himself in. Apparently, he wants to see you." Kai told me. I nodded, slowly. He seems reluctant to relay the message, not that I blame him.
"Okay," I breathed. "I'll go… I want to hear what he has to say for himself. I want him to know what he did to me isn't okay and that I'm holding him responsible… Look, I know that you and Kol want to talk to him and that's fine, but I want to talk to him first. It's just something that I need to do. He needs to know that I'm not going to be intimidated or forced into anything, despite his stunts. I… haven't decided if I want to press charges against him, but I do want a protective order. Liz and Matt will be with me, while I talk to him. I won't be alone. You and Kol can wait outside." I told him. He didn't look happy, but he looks like he understands, or he is at least trying to. That's all I can ask him to do, really.
Neither of my men were happy about my decision, but they respected it. They didn't argue with me or try to sway me and I loved them even more for it.
I sat next to Matt and waited for Liz to bring Damon into the station's interrogation room. I looked up at the sound of the room door opening. To his credit, Damon wasn't smirking and he had the decency to at least look remorseful. It's already more than I expected from him. Truthfully, I hadn't expected anything from him. I couldn't. I didn't know the man, who Damon turned into anymore.
"You came." Damon rasped, looking shocked. He was definitely roughed up. It's a lot more than I had been able to do… I glanced at Matt's hands and saw the bruising on his knuckles. I reached over and gave his hand a squeeze, as a silent thank you.
"I came." I replied. I didn't know what I wanted to say to him. I had so many things thought up, but now that the moment is here, I'm drawing a blank.
"Bonnie, BonBon, I'm so sorry for what I did to you. I wasn't in my right mind. There's no way that I would ever put my hands on you, otherwise. I wouldn't be able to live with myself if I hurt you." Damon lamented. I snorted. I took off the cardigan that I was wearing over my tank top, so he could see just what he did to me.
"But you did hurt me, Damon. When you cheated on me, I didn't think that I could respect you any less, but I was wrong. Now, I don't respect you at all. You're not a man, Damon. A man doesn't do this. I thought I knew you, but I obviously don't. I can't. I tried so hard to give you the benefit of the doubt or come up with a reason for why you would resort to putting your hands on me… and I can't. I'm here to tell you that I'm not yours. You don't own me. You will never have me or put your hands on me again. Our marriage is over and we're not friends. I don't want to see you. I don't want to hear from you. I don't want you in my life. There are no excuses for what you've done. You're dead to me." I hissed.
"No. You don't mean that. Baby, please, I love you." He tried to plead with me, but his voice broke. I just shook my head.
"I'm not your baby. I'm not your anything. I'm not pressing charges. This is the last thing I will ever do for you, Damon. You need to get help. You have court ordered therapy and anger management, or you will do jail time. I have a protection order and a restraining order against you. Goodbye, Damon."
Kol and Kai both took turns talking to my ex-husband, after I did. We didn't talk about what was said. We didn't need to.