TWO MONTHS AGO...MYSTIC FALLS

Knowing that she wouldn't be going away to college in the fall like the rest of her friends was really taking a toll on Bonnie, especially now that Mason had moved in.

Going away to school was going to be her way out of Mystic Falls, like it was for her brother and Damon, but it wasn't to be.

Abby Bennett had to use Bonnie's college money to pay off the bank so that they wouldn't foreclose on their home.

And when Bonnie was told that she would have to stay home and attend community college, it felt like a kick in the gut.

All the teenager could think was that everything she did for the last four years had been a complete waste of time.

What was all of that late night studying and hard work for if she was just going to end up at community college anyway?

Everyone kept trying to tell her that it wasn't so bad that maybe in a year or two she could transfer to a four year university, but to Bonnie a lot could happen in a year or two.

Tomorrow wasn't promised to anyone.

She learned that sobering lesson the night Connor's life was so unexpectedly snatched away from him.

No, Bonnie wanted out of this town, now.

It was a miserable summer and Bonnie kind of kept to herself because it was hard hearing her friends talk about leaving and how excited they were for college.

And being home no longer felt like a refuge with Mason there.

So when her best friend's mom who was an administrator at Mystic Falls General hospital said that they were hiring, Bonnie jumped at the opportunity and was hired immediately as a laundry tech.

It wasn't the best job in the world, but it gave her something to do until she started school in January and more importantly...it got her out of the house.

Bonnie didn't know what the hell her mom was thinking by letting Mason move in with them. Was the sex that fucking amazing that all of her mother's good sense just flew out the window?

She barely knew him!

Abby met Mason about three months ago when she was on a girl's night out with her friends at some night club.

Bonnie had never seen her mom so sprung over a guy before, not even with her father when they were still married and in love, but the girl found out why the moment she met Mason for the first time.

From the bat, Bonnie could see that he was at least ten years younger than her mother, but besides that, he was very good looking.

He was really tall and well built with short, curly blonde hair and gorgeous blue-green eyes.

Her mom didn't stand a chance against someone like him.

Mason Lockwood had Abby Bennett's nose so wide open that a small airplane could fly right up it and land with no trouble.

On more than one occasion Bonnie was waken from her sleep in the middle of the night by the sound of them fucking right across the hall from her bedroom and she would reach over to grab her headphones off the night stand and placed them over her ears, blasting the music just to drown them out.

It was sickening.

But what was even more sickening was the way Bonnie would sometimes catch Mason looking at her.

At first, Bonnie thought she was imagining things, but when Mason started doing little stuff like "accidentally" brushing up against her whenever he walked passed her, Bonnie knew she wasn't crazy, and whenever she tried to talk to her mother about it, he would always walk into the room.

Bonnie honestly didn't know what to do. She never had to deal with things like this. If Connor was alive he'd know exactly what to do.

Hell, if Connor was alive Mason wouldn't even be in the picture.

On the 4th of July Mason invited all of his low class friends over for a barbeque. Bonnie was so pissed because they were making a mess of the house.

Beer cans were everywhere, even in the bathroom and someone had wasted salsa all over the kitchen floor and didn't bother to clean it up.

And when Bonnie started to complain about Mason's friends, her mom told her to relax that it was no big deal.

No big deal? Bonnie couldn't believe her ears!

This was the same woman who used to have a fucking fit if you didn't use a coaster for your drinks on her precious furniture.

After a while the seventeen year old realized that it was no use trying to talk to her mother, Abby was turned out, Mason could do no wrong in her eyes, so Bonnie left the house.

She didn't return home until late that night and it was to find her mother past out on the living room sofa like some drunk college student, snoring up a storm.

The girl looked around at the mess that she would have to clean up, anger boiling hot inside of her at how unfair things were.

Bonnie stumped into the kitchen to crab a trash bag. She might as well get started on this mess tonight instead of waiting until the morning.

It took no time at all picking up all the trash and straightening things up in the living room, but it was the kitchen that Bonnie was dreading cleaning up because there was where the mess really lay, dirty dishes were everywhere and she would also have to sweep and mop the floor. That was how nasty it was.

Mason and his friends were total pigs.

Not procrastinating any longer, Bonnie got to work on the kitchen.

Cleaning up wasn't so bad when music was playing, so the teenager turned on the radio and that was why she didn't hear Mason when he walked up from behind and pressed himself against her.

Bonnie gasped in shock, the glass she was holding slipping from her hand and back into the soapy water.

She stupidly thought that he was upstairs pasted out sleep as well.

Mason's hands went to her hips keeping her still when she tried to pull away from him.

He bent his head, burying his face in the crook of her neck as he pressed himself even closer to her, Bonnie could feel his dick hardening. "Mmm, you smell nice."

"What are you doing...let go of me!" Panicked couldn't even describe how Bonnie was feeling in that moment.

"Stop pretending like you don't like this." He whispered in her ear. "I see the way you look at me."

Her eyes widened in disbelief. Was he crazy? Because she never looked at him in any way except for maybe in disgust.

And before Bonnie knew what was happening he was turning her around to face him and crushing his mouth down on hers.

Bonnie's muffed screams went unheard as she tried to break free.

He was so much stronger than her that she couldn't push him off not even a little bit, so she clawed at his face with her nails.

He instantly let go of her. "Son of a bitch!" He yelled, reaching up to touch his face and pulling away blood on his hand.

Breathing hard, Bonnie braced herself against the counter. "You're disgusting...and I'm going to tell my mother about you...and she's going to kick your sorry ass out of here!" She screamed.

Mason regarded her intently, his eyes boring into her. "Do you know that your mother still cries at night over losing your brother?

Bonnie froze.

Mason closed the space between them, caressing the girl's cheek. She pushed his hand away.

"I make your mother very happy Bonnie... I take away her pain. And if I go, she'll fall right back down into that lonely pit of depression...do you want that Bonnie, huh? Because that's exactly what's going to happen...so you think about that."

She swallowed hard.

Mason left the kitchen knowing that Bonnie wasn't going to say shit.

And he was right.

Bonnie made the mistake of keeping quiet about Mason because she loved her mother and didn't want to see her unhappy.

So from that moment on Bonnie made it a point to avoid the man at all costs.

If Mason was home then Bonnie wasn't. She started picking up extra shifts at work and when she wasn't working her time was spent with friends.

But weeks later, Bonnie got off of work a little earlier than normal and if she hurried she would have time to take a shower and be dressed and out of the house before Mason came home from his job.

So as soon as she got home, Bonnie jumped into the shower.

But unfortunately Bonnie wasn't the only one who got off of work early that day.

It had started to rain and it wasn't letting up so being a construction worker Mason was let off of work early as well.

He was walking up the stairs, stripping off his soaking wet shirt just as Bonnie was coming out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around her naked body going to her room.

She froze like a deer in headlights when she saw him.

"Well well well, now isn't this a lovely sight to come home to after a hard day at work." His eyes traveling down the length of her body.

Bonnie swallowed hard, her hand gripping the front of the towel.

"You had to know that this was going to happen eventually." He said, coming to stand on the landing and dropping his shirt to the floor.

Bonnie's mind was racing. She was trapped. He was standing in the middle of the hallway right between the stairs and her bedroom door.

She had no where to run.

"You will go to jail for a very long time if you touch me." She warned, backing away.

His eyes leered at her trembling body. "Maybe, maybe not...but believe me, it will be well worth that price to get a piece of you."

The girl made a quick dash for the bathroom, but he pushed the door open before she could get it closed.

Bonnie screamed when he grabbed her, picking her up.

He clamped his meaty hand over her mouth as he carried her into the bedroom.

She bit him.

He dropped her on the bed. "Why you little bitch!" He growled, grabbing her when she tried to scramble off the bed.

He threw Bonnie onto her back and ripped open the towel, exposing her beautiful little body and then he spread her legs wide.

She screamed once again, and he backed handed her, splitting the corner of her lips. Bonnie whimpered.

"Do that one more time and I'll break your jaw." He threatened as he began to undo his pants.

Bonnie could taste her own blood as it leaked into her mouth. "P-Please don't do this to me Mason...I'm still a virgin." She cried, begging him.

"Then lucky me." He said, pulling out his dick.

When Bonnie saw how huge he was, she screamed and began to fight him to get free, but he easily overpowered her, pushing the girl back down onto the bed.

"Bonnie, you home?" She heard her mother yell from downstairs.

"Mommy!" Bonnie screamed frantically. "Help me!"

Abby Bennett flew up the stairs, taking them two at a time and when she got to Bonnie's room and saw Mason climbing off of her naked daughter, trying to stuff his dick back into his pants, she lost her fucking mind.

"What are you doing to my daughter?!" She screamed, running at him with her hands raised. "You fucking bastard...I'm going to kill you!"

When she tried to claw out his eyes, Mason grabbed both her hands, backing her against the wall.

"Abby, I'm sorry...I didn't mean to do it! I didn't mean to touch her...I promise! Please forgive me, baby...I love you so much!" He cried, dropping to his knees in front of her and putting his arms around her waist. "You're the best thing to ever come into my life and I can't lose you! I'll die if I lose you Abby...I love you so much!"

At hearing him cry like a little lost boy, all of the fight went out of Abby Bennett and when Bonnie saw her mother put her arms around the man who just tried to rape her, something died inside of the girl.

She sat up, covering her nakedness with the blanket from her bed as she stared across the room at her mother with dead eyes.

And for the first time Abby noticed the blood coming from her daughter's mouth and the redness that marred the side of her pretty face where Mason had struck her.

Abby closed her eyes as the tears rolled down her face.

Bonnie left home that night.

Having saved close to six hundred dollars from working at the hospital, Bonnie took that money and bought a one way bus ticket to New York City, not even realizing that she picked that particular place because that was where Damon Salvatore lived.

Surprisingly the ticket was under a hundred bucks which was so great because she was going to have to pinch every single penny of her money until she was able to find a job.

When Bonnie finally arrived in the big city she managed to find a really, really cheap motel in the seediest part of town where she rented a room by the week. She had to lie and tell the elderly man at the front desk of the filthy lobby that she was eighteen, otherwise he wouldn't let Bonnie have the room.

But when it came to finding a job, things weren't as easy.

No one was hiring at the moment, not even for waitress jobs. And when she did find someone hiring, she had to be eighteen to apply for the job and she couldn't lie because unlike at the hotel who just took her word that she was of legal age, employers required ID.

Bonnie was miserable in New York.

Nothing was turning out like she thought it would. And to add to that, the girl was lonely which was why after hitting the pavement once again to find a job and coming up empty handed instead of going back to her depressing motel room, Bonnie found herself on the subway headed to lower Manhattan to the financial district where Wall Street was located.

Bonnie knew it was a long shot that she'd find Damon considering the famous street was eight blocks long and she didn't know where exactly he worked, but it wouldn't hurt to try.

So for two hours, she walked up and down Wall Street with no luck and finally she left when it was beginning to get late, not liking to be outside at night.

Damon walked out of the building where he worked at Hadley and Hardison two minutes after Bonnie walked past it headed for the subway.

After a while, Bonnie's money began to get low to the point where she had to choose between eating and having a roof over her head...so she starved, but a week and a half later she was out on the streets because her money had completely run out.

Bonnie found a shelter, but during the day they made all the homeless people leave and in order to get back in and get a bed for the night you had to start standing in line by five o'clock for a spot because they only had so many beds, but Bonnie didn't know this so when she went back to the shelter just before sunset, she was turned away at the door because all of the beds were taken.

And for the first time ever she would have to spend the night on the streets.

Bonnie was scared to death.

She literally had no where to go. During the day she would go sit in the park, but there was no way she was going there at night.

She felt so vulnerable out there in the open at night all by herself.

Walking aimlessly, Bonnie stayed where there was a lot of people around, but she soon got tired of walking and after a while she discovered a laundry mat that was still open and there were a few people inside doing their laundry with a couple of kids running around, so she went inside and sat down, feeling safe for the first time that night.

She fell asleep.

Thirty Minutes Later...

"Look what I found." The blond girl said, coming to stand over Bonnie's sleeping form. "Let's take her bag." She said reaching for the black duffel bag.

"Stop." Tyler said, his eyes on Bonnie. "You're not going to find any money in there and judging by her size you won't be able to fit into her clothes so leave the bag alone. Look at her Caroline, she's just like us...she doesn't have anywhere to go."

The girl paused and took a good look at Bonnie. "She hasn't been on the streets that long though...she's too clean."

"Look how small she is and she's pretty too." The teenage boy said, thinking about his twelve year old sister who was about the same size as this girl.

Caroline's blue eyes flew to his face. "You think she's pretty Tyler?"

He rolled his eyes.

"Hey, what's the hold up?" Jeremy asked coming inside. It didn't take that long to check the machines for forgotten clothes.

"We found a girl." Caroline said pointing to Bonnie.

"Oh yeah." He said walking up to where they stood. "Oh wow, she's pretty."

Caroline huffed. "You think she's pretty too Jeremy?"

"She's beautiful." The boy said reaching out to touch the sleeping girl's soft cheek.

Bonnie startled awake, slapping Jeremy's hand away from her face, her green eyes wide with fear.

Tyler immediately spoke up, holding his hands up in a non threatening way. "It's okay, we're not going to hurt you."

"That's mine!" She snapped when she saw Caroline holding her bag and she snatched it back.

"She's a feisty little thing isn't she." Jeremy chuckled.

Bonnie stood up, holding her bag close to her chest. "Get out of my way, I want to leave."

"Oh yeah...and go where?" Tyler challenged.

Bonnie raised her chin and she reminded Tyler so much of his sister that it was crazy.

He sighed. "Look, if you need a place to stay for the night you can come with us."

Bonnie looked at both boys suspiciously and Caroline knew exactly what she was thinking. "Don't worry, no one's going to touch you."

Bonnie's eyes flew to the blonde girl's face. Caroline smiled softly. "What's your name?"

The caramel skinned girl swallowed. "Bonnie."

"Well, it's nice to meet you Bonnie...I'm Caroline and this is Jeremy and Tyler." She said pointing out each boy.

Bonnie nodded her head.

"I'm sorry for taking your bag. I didn't know you were one of us."

Bonnie frowned, not knowing what she meant by that.

"A street kid." Tyler answered her silent question.

That night they took Bonnie back to the abandoned warehouse where they were currently living and when she saw all of the other kids there, a strange since of calm settled over her.

She wasn't alone. There were other kids out there just like her.

But when Bonnie was introduced to Shane for the very first time, her guard immediately went back up.

He was no teenager.

Shane was a grown man and he had these really big eyes that were very penetrating like he knew your every secret.

Bonnie kept her distance from him, in fact Bonnie kept her distance from all the guys, sticking close to Caroline like glue.

Shane and Tyler stood off to the side, watching the new girl as she talked quietly with Caroline.

"It's going to take some time before she trusts us." Shane said sighing softly. He knew that wary look he saw in Bonnie's eyes. Some bastard had forced himself on the girl.

"Yeah I know." Tyler said, crossing his arms against his chest. "But do you think she'll be of any use?"

Shane smiled. He turned to Tyler, placing his hand on the teenager's shoulder. "Did you not see those delicate little fingers of hers? They were made for picking pockets."

The older man laughed. "My boy...they won't see her coming."