The next morning she woke up sore and achy. She forced herself to roll out of bed and face the day. Had the sun always been so bright she thought. She washed her face and looked in the mirror. She barely recognized herself. "Just hold it together Bonnie Bee." She thought remembering the pet name her Grams used to call her. She wanted to cancel, she barely slept thinking every sound was an intruder, that maybe Shane was coming to hurt her again. Her phone died sometime during the night and she didn't want to recharge it. She didn't want to talk to anyone. She could barely hold a thought in her head. Every time she had a moment to think all she could think of was him on top of her, hurting her, moving inside of her like a snake. She wanted to scratch her own eyes out to block the images.
I have to be strong was her mantra. Why? Why had she trusted him? Why had he done this to her? If only she had listened to Damon, if only she had not gone up to his room, if only she had not taken that drink, if only her magic worked. If only, if only, if only was repeated over and over in her head. Her magic worked just fine that morning. She felt dirty and used before she could do anything she had to take a shower. If she went like this, they would all see it. They would see what happened to her. What she had done, she turned on the water, it burned her skin but she didn't care. It was the only way to wash away what happened.
Thanksgiving as usual Bonnie was spent with the Gilberts. She was glad the only person who knew about her date with Shane was Damon. Maybe he wouldn't be there. Her hopes were dashed 20 minutes later when she pulled up outside of the Gilbert home to see his Camaro parked on the side of the road. She took a deep breath, grabbed her green bean casserole and headed to the front door.
Before she could knock Damon appeared with a glass of bourbon and a smirk.
"Well well if it isn't the absentee witch. I called you twice last night but you didn't answer. Late night?" he scowled accusingly. He arched an eyebrow, he knew she thought!
"I can't do this." she said as tears sprang to her eyes. She shoved the casserole into his unwaiting hands and fled. All that planning all that pep talk and the first person she sees she loses it. She needed more time to accept it. Even thinking it sounded crazy, accepting rape!
Damon stared after "Wait a minute. You are not getting away that easily."
To his surprise she began to run full speed towards her car.
"Bonnie. What the…"
She made it to her car and tried to unlock her door but her hands were shaking so bad that she dropped the keys.
"Bonnie, what the hell is wrong with you?" he asked when he reached her. He turned her toward him and the look in her eyes took his breath away. She was shaking so badly he thought she would fall apart right there he grabbed her and held her.
It had been a long time since he remembered that he was the protector of the Bennett's "Tell me what happened Bonnie."
She couldn't say, she wanted to tell him to tell somebody, somebody. If she said it out loud then maybe it would stop she could accept it. But this was Damon, the sex God who used women and threw them away, like her. Still she closed her eyes and let him hold her. Damon was strong wasn't he? She was tired of being strong.
He asked her again, what happened, still she said nothing, and Bonnie just clung to him like he was a life raft. "I can't help you if you don't tell me what happened."
His instinct told him this had something to do with the good Professor.
"What did he do?"
She dried her eyes with her sleeve, "Nothing, nothing happened."
"I didn't say anything happened Bonnie, I asked what he did."
"Nothing!" she screamed, "Stay out of it Damon I have to go. Tell everyone I am sick or something."
She unlocked her door and hopped into the car before he could stop her.
He watched the car drive away; he turned to pick up the ruined casserole dish when he saw Elena standing in the doorway.
He walked up to the door, "What happened to Bonnie?"
"She's sick" he said, "She told me to send her apologies. "
"What did you do Damon?" she asked
He shoved the dish in her hand shocking her. "Nothing." Leaving her standing there.
He should go home and get drunk but the Bonnie situation was nagging him. He drove to the hotel Shane was staying in and compelled a bellboy to let him into the room. He looked around and found nothing. He drove around town, stopped at the Grille hoping to catch him but nothing; He started home but at the last minute turned onto Bonnie's street.
She had to take a shower. If she could just get clean enough then they wouldn't see, she thought as she drove home. She dragged herself out of her car, she was putting the key into her lock when she was startled, "Hi Bonnie."
"Shane?"
"You left so suddenly last night I didn't get a chance to say goodbye." He smiled walking towards her.
"I don't want to see you right now, I'm sick." She said.
"What do you think happened Bonnie?" he asked." You are acting like a kid."
She turned to unlock the door and he pounced, the door opened before she could close before she knew it he was inside. He slammed and locked the door behind him.
He was stalking his prey. Bonnie held up her hands to stop him and her magic was gone again, she darted for the steps but he was faster.
"Please don't do this." She begged.
Taking her face between his hand he kissed her, she felt him backing her up and her legs buckled as he pushed her down on the couch. She moved her head back and forth and clawed and scratched but he was stronger than her.
Damon pulled his Camaro in front of Bonnie's house and killed the engine, rental car was parked in the drive way. "Really she leaves me to make apologies while she makes out with the professor." He slammed his car door and strutted up to the door, when he heard Bonnie scream.
Using his vampire speed and strength he knocked the door off of the hinges. What he saw stopped him cold.
Shane was trying to remove what Damon would assume was his member from his pants and at the same time hold Bonnie down. To say she was terrified was an understatement. He tried to step over the threshold but an invisible barrier held him into place.
"Bonnie, invite me in." he screamed at her.
"Damon." she mumbled.
Shane scrambled to his feet adjusting his fly.
"It's not what it looks like." He explained.
"Bonnie let me in." he repeated. He was going to kill him, right there in her living room.
She scrambled to her feet trying to close her sweater that somehow was ripped open.
"We were about to make love, like we did last night" he explained, "right Bonnie?"
She stared at him with her huge green eyes and pointed, almost hysterical, she looked to Damon and began to shake her head furiously. No no no.
"Bonnie!" Damon screamed, "Let me in."
She backed away from the living room into the kitchen, still holding her arms out in of her like a barrier between what was happening to her.
Never breaking eye contact with Damon, she whispered, "come in Damon."
"Bonnie?" he pleaded as she disappeared out of the backdoor.
Shane flung Damon up against the wall before he could attack.
"How you like my upgrade?" he grinned "Another thing I took from Bonnie."
"I'm going to kill you." Damon promised.
" Maybe, but not tonight." And with that he was gone.
Freed Damon sped to the backdoor to find no traces of Bonnie.
"Damn!"
That night he looked everywhere for her. She was on foot so she couldn't have gone that far. He called Caroline and Elena at least 50 times. Neither one knew where she was and both had begun to worry with every call. He didn't tell them anything. He couldn't even say it to himself. He thought of strong, proud Bonnie and what he had seen today in her eyes, he pushed it away. He couldn't face that, he wondered how she could. He drove all over town and had to fill his car up 3 times. Damon was about to give up when he remembered her Grams house.
He pulled his Camaro up into the driveway and immediately caught her scent. He stepped onto the porch and peered into the window. Out of the corner of his eye he saw her. Bonnie sat hidden on the floor of the porch, out of sight in the shadows. Leaning back on the porch railing. Her knees were folded up to her chest and her arms were wrapped around them protectively. She looked so tiny.
He walked over to her and gingerly sat down on the floor next to her. Leaning back as well. He put his hands into his jacket pockets and waited. After a few moments he chanced a glance. Bonnie was staring straight ahead but tears where streaming down her cheeks.
Looking away from him she whispered , "Did you tell anyone?" so softly that if he was not a vampire he wouldn't have heard her.
He continue to gaze at her, "No." he replied shaking his head.
They sat there that way the rest of the night, neither one saying anything.