Bonnie never learned to cry with style, silently, the pearl- shaped tears rolling down wide luminous eyes, leaving no smears or streaks. When Bonnie cried there was a rawness to it. She would clasp onto something for support like a chair or a table, and then her whole body would shake with. The sobs would always be stifled at first, even when she was alone she tried to hide her grief. Then she would be overcome with emotions breaking down entirely.

Crying felt weak to Bonnie. She hated it, that's why she tried never to do it in front of anyone. She would hold her emotions in, keeping everything on check until she went home.

Only once, would she like to be preferred over someone else. That sounded unrealistic and stupid to Bonnie, she wasn't going to be preferred over anyone else, so why dream about it? Why couldn't she just give up hope?

So she did.

She laid down across her small bed. She's had it since she was fourteen years old. It was a small twin sized bed only big enough for her, but she didn't mind. She remembered when Caroline, and Elena would come over and they would magically find a way to all fit on the bed perfectly. For some reason laying on it now, she felt like the bed was too big.

Closing her eyes, she laid on the bed. Sleep came much longer than she expected, but for a while she was able to escape from reality.

He stood there, his mesmerising hazel eyes staring intently, with desire and lust.

"Elijah," The young witch cooed from underneath him.

"Shh," Elijah silenced her by placing a single finger over her plump lips,the other hand encircled her ear with delicate, light touches. A shiver ran down her spine, a soft gasp erupting from her. Elijah smiled his large hand tracing the outline of her bra, before ripping it off, with one clean tug.

"Why am I always the one naked first?" Bonnie asked teasingly, heat pooling between her legs.

Elijah leaned down his lips brushing against her ear in the most enticing of ways,"Because you always deserve pleasure first."

Shooting straight up in her bed, sweat dripping off her forehead. Was that a dream or a vision? Bonnie couldn't tell, it bothered her slightly. If it was a dream, then she obviously thought about Elijah more than she should which was wrong on so many levels. If it was a vision that meant it will most likely happen, that somewhere along the way she forgives Elijah.

A flash of bright red, catches her eyes. On her dresser was red, velvety roses. A large bouquet, accompanied by an envelope with her name sprawled across it in black ink, calligraphy that made her want to get whoever wrote it to make her christmas cards. Bonnie couldn't help the happiness that erupted in her, as her cheeks flushed red.

She had never gotten roses before.

A strong women

is one who feels deeply

and loves fiercely.

Her tears flow,

Just as abundantly as her laughter

A strong women

is both soft and powerful

She is both

Practical and spiritual

A strong Women

in her essences, is a gift to the world.

Despite my long life I have never met one quite like you. I have seen you powerful and determined, with the power of a hundred witches running through your veins.I remember thinking how absolutely ethereal you were. I do not face many surprises, but you certainly do surprise me, in ways I myself do not even understand. Bonnie Bennett, a powerful name. Betrayal and pain is a part of life, it took me much too long to learn that. I sincerely apologize for my part in your mother's death. As you know loyalty is a devious thing, it can bend and break you. It would be my honor if you would meet me at the town square at 5'0 clock. If you do not attend, I will understand and respect your wishes. I will understand you do not accept my apology.

That does not mean I will stop trying to make it up to you.

She doesn't understand why she kept re-reading the letter, but it somehow made her feel much better. Well that is until she got a call from Abby, wanting to meet. Bonnie didn't say no, like she wanted to. Instead she got dressed in a summer dress, she hardly wore, but left her feeling confident, and arrived at the grill to see Abby sitting in a booth alone.

"Bonnie!" Matt said with a boyish grin.

"Matty." Bonnie responded with a surprisingly honest smile. Matt placed his rather large hand on her shoulder comfortingly, his eyes gentle. Bonnie could see why Rebekah liked him so much.

"Are you okay?" He asked, he seemed genuinely worried.

"I'm getting there," Bonnie replied with a smile. Matt nodded, giving Bonnie a quick hug before hurrying away to grab someone's order. Bonnie smiled at his leaving form, before steadying herself and walking over to Abby with fake confidence. The daylight ring gleaming on her finger.

Coughing, Bonnie sat down on the opposite side of Abby.

Abby smiled at her, but it didn't quite reach her eyes. Bonnie couldn't help but feel guilty for that.

"Hi," Bonnie said shyly, she didn't know weather to call her mom or Abby.

"Bonnie," Abby greeted with faux happiness.

"I'm sorry," That was the only words Bonnie could find, as guilt resurfaced inside her.

"I don't blame you."

"You should."

"But I don't."

Silence overcame the duo. Neither knowing how to behave around each other.

"I should want you to hug me and wrap me up, and tell me everythings going to be okay, That's how I always envisioned us-you. I envisioned you telling me that you would be the best mom for me, and that you regret leaving me."

Abby's dark eyes fell to the table," I'm not your mom, Bonnie."

Those simple words made Bonnie want to throw-up and set everyone on fire simultaneously.

"I'm Jamie's mom, I'm your mother."

Tears burned her emerald eyes, as she looked down at her lap.

"I don't think I can be the mom you deserve, I don't think I have enough room in my heart for yo-"

Bonnie didn't bother to listen any longer to what Abby had to say. She got up, and left the Grill not bothering to look back. She didn't have enough room in her heart, but she had plenty for Jamie. That's what hurt the most.

bonnie doesn't remember how she ended outside wearing a sports bra and leggings. Bonnie never was one to exercise her anger away, but right now, she has to do something. Bonnie ran, she doesn't remember how long, only that when she stopped her body almost gave out on her. Bonnie could always turn around and walk home, but what would that solve?

Walking through the streets of mystic falls alone, wasn't smart. But Bonnie is stronger than she looks, she always was.

Bonnie stares down at the concrete, her emotions running wild, effecting the nature around her. The wind blowing more harshly due to her anger, the sky turning gray because of her sadness. Bonnie finally stops, and when she looks up she see she stopped in front of the boarding house. She could feel Damon and Stefan inside. Did she want to confront them? Bonnie already knew what their excuse would be...I did it for Elena. That's always the excuse.

Bonnie crossed her arms over her chest, biting her lip harshly. Why couldn't she not care. It seems like everything would be easier if she didn't. Unfortunately, having someone think your life is worth a mere coin toss hurts, it would hurt anyone.

What would Elijah do?

Bonnie shakes her head vhelmenthly, even though she respects him, she can't forget who he is. Or can she? Elijah was never really bad, maybe misunderstood. He also told Bonnie about the coin toss, something she doubts the Salvatores would of confessed. Wait, why am I even thinking about him? Bonnie wonders, why is Elijah suddenly so important?

Because he put you first.

Standing in front of the boarding house, she couldn't fight the intense anger and sadness that rose inside her. Why is my life always put on hold, unless someone needs something? Bonnie finds herself thinking, honestly Bonnie knows it's only a matter of time before she snaps. Everything that she's been holding back, will come didn't bother with knocking, she just didn't care anymore. The worst thing she could see is Elena with stefan...or maybe Damon, she doesn't remember who Elena's with anymore.

Bonnie stands in the living room, she doesn't even know what she wants to say anymore. She just knows it's time to say something, anything.

"Bonnie," Elena's naturally husky voice calls. A forced smile comes to her face as she moves closer to embrace the small witch. Bonnie felt a twinge of guilt, however the resentment she felt overpowered it.

Bonnie moves away from Elena, she doesn't want a hug, she wants to know if Elena knew about the coin toss.

Elena looks hurt, her eyebrows scrunch together and her dark eyes fill with sadness.

"Witchy way to be bitchy," Damon says from behind her. Damon always the hero for Elena. Elena looks sharply at Damon and he instantly pipes down, almost like a puppy. It's sad really, Bonnie should buy him a hot pink shirt that says Elena's bitch on it in bold letters.

Damon's crude words remind Bonnie why the hell she came here,"Did you know?" Bonnie demands, her voice more forceful than it's ever been.

Elena flinches at her tone, her dark eyes flashing to Damon.

"Did I know what?" Elena asks uneasily, pulling on her sleeves nervously.

Bonnie took a step forward,"Did you know they used a coin toss to decide who they were going to kill?"

Elena recoiled, shocked by the bluntness of the question. Elena shifted on both her feet for a second, not answering for a while. That's when Bonnie knew. Bonnie didn't snap, the anger building up in her, except she didn't snap, not yet. Surprisingly she stayed completely calm, eerily calm.

Damon and Elena looked especially perturbed at this.

Smiling Bonnie nodded at Elena,"That's all I needed to hear."

Bonnie turned around walking towards the door at a calm pace, she decided right here and now she was done.

"Bonnie," Elena called a smile plastered on her face, almost like she expected they were all good. Elena looked happy that Bonnie wasn't mad, that only fueled the anger she contained so deeply inside herself.

"Yes Elena?" Bonnie said in a chipper tone.

"I'm glad that were all good. No drama between us."

"You're right about there being no drama between us, because there is nothing between us. We are just two seperate people...you understand right Elena?" Bonnie asked in a mocking voice, her pouty lips curving upwards into a smirk. Elena's dough eyes widened.

"I-I don't understand,"Elena stuttered.

Bonnie tilted her head,"Let me put this in a way you might understand...I am sick and tired of being a backup in the Elena show, right now I am staring in the Bonnie show, a show in which you are nothing in. Sort of like breaking up, except without all the difficulties."

Damon looked at the witch, really looked at her. He couldn't decide if he was impressed or pissed off. He knew it was a matter of time before she went rouge. He didn't say anything at all, he knew Bonnie would probably destroy his ass.

Elena glared at Bonnie,"So being best friends since childhood means nothing to you?"

"It meant the world to me, you were the one who didn't care." Bonnie stated honestly.

Elena snapped,"I would have done anything for you."

Something about her screamed Katherine, when Bonnie examined her.

Stefan took this moment to walk in,"I understand that you're angry, but don't take it out on Elena...if anyone deserves your anger it's us."

Bonnie shook her head,"Isn't everything that happens about Elena, Stefan? You're asking me to give up so much for her but when something bad happens that leads back to her, you're asking me to not be angry?"

Stefan stilled momentarily,"We didn't mean-"

"I don't care what you meant Stefan, I refuse to be collateral damage anymore. Elena isn't going to be the death of me, I am a fucking Bennett for god's sakes, I held the power of a thousand witches at my fingertips, I come from a long line of power. And right now I demand the respect I rightfully deserve...you can either be a good boy like you usually are for Elena, or stop talking and get the hell out of my way."

Silence enveloped the room.

Applause broke the silence, turning around Klaus stood there with a wide smirk on his face. Sauntering over he threw his arm around Bonnie's shoulder like they were best friends,"Did you hear that...she demands respect." Klaus repeated his light blue eyes shining, dimples on full display.

Bonnie tried to move his arm, however Klaus tightened his grip.

"Klaus," Elena whispered fearfully, her eyes flashed over to Bonnie and she looked almost betrayed. How dare she? Bonnie fumes inwardly, Bonnie may have decided on stop being Elena's go to bitch, that didn't mean she jumped straight onto Klaus's hybrid wagon.

"Elena, still as stuck between the rippah and the one who worships you obsessively."Klaus asked casually. Bonnie smiled slightly, she couldn't help but be happy that she wasn't the only one who noticed Damon's behavior.

Elena looked positively offended, probably because most of the male population was ready to kiss her ass on the dot.

Damon grabbed Bonnie's wrist in a bruising grip, ripping her away from the hybrid. She let out a yelp as pain shot through her arm. Damon couldn't help but feel possessive, Bonnie was there witch, nobody can take her away.

"Let her go," In a matter of seconds Klaus turned deadly, despite the anger coiling in his voice, he wore his usual dimpled smile that somehow made him more intimidating. Damon smirked, tightening his grip on the girl. She felt her magic crash through her veins, itching to be released.

Damon fell to the ground holding his head while Bonnie rubbed her sore wrist, glaring at everyone.

"What is this, witch's up for grabs day?" She snapped angrily. Storming out of the boarding house, everyone watched stunned by the new confidence that seemed to glow inside of her, tonight, Bonnie promised herself, she would stop being everyone's bitch.