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Chapter 5:
It's bright in here. I can see the light from outside creep through my eyelids. I sit up, but something is holding me back. Caroline, I forgot where I was. Wow, I'm such a dork. I have to drop my stuff off at my house. I'll just ask Caroline to pick me up from my house before 5. I opened my eyes, and winced. It really is bright in here. I looked over at the clock on her nightstand. It's 10:43. At least I slept for 3 more hours.
"Caroline." I whispered. I shook her shoulder, gently.
"Mmm, sleeping." She mumbled.
"Caroline, you have to get up. Your shoes are on fire!" I told her. She sat up. She jumped off of her bed and ran to her closet.
"My shoes!" She screamed. I think I'll sit here, and wait for her to come out of the closet. I felt myself chuckle. I crack myself up.
"Bonnie! There are some lines that you don't cross. And lying about someone's shoes being on fire to get them out of bed is one of them!" She fumed. I gave her an apologetic look. I walked over to her, and I wrapped my arms around her.
"I'm sorry Lina. I won't ever do it again." I promised. I rarely used that nickname for her. She frowned at me, but reluctantly wrapped her arms around me, embracing the hug. She smiled.
"Okay, only if you promise never to do it again." She agreed.
"Promise." I replied. "Next time I will say your clothes are on fire." I added. She smacked my arm. "Ouch!" I yelled, as I jumped away from her. "What? I promised not to say that your shoes were on fire. I never said anything about clothes." I said innocently. She glared at me. "We are supposed to meet Matt and Tyler here at 5." I told her. She nodded.
"Okay, then we better shower and find something to wear." She said decidedly.
"Hey, I have to drop my stuff off at home. After we change, I'll run it over. Can you swing by and get me?" I asked.
"Sure thing." She agreed.
"Except, I thought you were into Damon. Why are you going on a double date with me and Matt?" She asked.
"I am going with you guys as friends. And, I don't know how I feel about Damon. We are just friends, if we are that." I clarified.
"Uh, huh." Caroline retorted. "Sure, and the Easter Bunny is secretly Michael Jackson doing the moonwalk from the grave." She added with a snort of laughter. I laughed too. I can't explain it any better than I already have. I wish that I could.
"Seriously Caroline, I'm not sure what I'm feeling." I tried to explain, again. She nodded. She looked like she was picking her words carefully.
"Then, why don't you give Tyler a chance? I know that I am a little biased. But, I want you to do better than Damon. I know that I have only known the… not so great side of him, but Bonnie… Tyler is a good guy. He can be a jackass, but he has a good heart." She finished.
So that's what she thinks of this. I knew that she wasn't going to be rooting for Damon, but I can't change that I only have feelings for Tyler as a friend. If I do have feelings for Damon, I'm not sure if I even would even to want to act on them.
"Caroline," I started, "I can't change the way I feel about Tyler. He is my friend, my feelings for him don't go beyond that. Try to understand, it would be nice to have someone who does." I explained. She nodded.
"I get it. Believe me, I get it. I'll support you, no matter what you chose. You can't help the way you feel. And if Damon tries anything… that you don't want him to, of course, or if he hurts you in any way, I am going to kick his ass… or find somebody who can!" She stated. I threw my arms around her. She smiled, and hugged me back. She has no idea what this means to me.
"Thank you. Sometimes I feel like you understand me better than anyone." I whispered.
"Same here. I mean, Elena is a close friend, but not… a 'good' friend. She's always wrapped up in something else, or she jumps in, headfirst and doesn't listen to anyone. She's so busy trying to 'help' them, she ignores what they want." She agreed. Wow, Caroline definitely does not get enough credit. I smiled.
"Okay, it's your house, you shower first." I let her know. She chuckled.
"Mom set out your stuff in the guest room's bathroom, this morning." She explained. Ellie is pretty awesome. She isn't around enough for Caroline, but she tries her best, like my dad.
Caroline walked over to her bathroom, and I headed into the loft to the guest room and its bathroom. I grabbed some towels out the linen closet, and my toothbrush. I kept some essentials here. I also keep a bag at Elena's and Stefan's. Precautionary, or just for emergencies: for whatever the reason. I brushed my teeth in silence. I just listened to the water run. It's nice. A peaceful silence. I put my toothbrush away, and shut off the water.
I felt the water running in the tub, it's hot. Not too hot, but not too cool, either. I flipped the shower-head on. I dropped my clothes in the hamper, and stepped into the shower. This feels nice. I closed my eyes and let the water wash over me. I grabbed the shampoo and washed my hair. By the time I put in the conditioner, I was in heaven. I was letting the water wash away the stains of yesterday. And every day before it.
I shaved, and washed, and stood and enjoyed a few more minutes of my secret bliss. I heard myself sigh as I shut off the water. I stepped out of the shower, and grabbed a towel. I dried myself off, and wrapped it around my body. I used the other towel to hand dry my hair, just enough so it wouldn't drip all over me while I was walking back to Caroline's room.
As I reached the bathroom door, I heard voices. I can hear Caroline, and someone else. The voice is too low. It's a deep, smooth voice. And, husky? I opened the door, and peered down the stairwell. I can't see Caroline.
"Caroline?" I called. She is never out of the shower before me, no matter how long I take. Whoever is here, must have come just as she was about to start her's. It's Damon. "Caroline?" I called again.
"We're in here Bonnie." She responded. They were in the kitchen. The kitchen must be the hot spot this morning.
"I'm going to go upstairs, and get dressed, okay?" I told her.
"Alright." She responded. I can hear Damon chuckling.
'What's so funny?' I tried to send my thought to Damon.
'Nothing.' He replied.
'Really?' I sent back.
'What are you wearing if you aren't dressed yet?' He asked.
'What? A towel.' I responded, making my way upstairs.
'What color?' He asked.
'Sorry, that information is strictly confidential.' I informed him.
'I think I meet the requirements.' I hear the smile in his voice.
'Not this time.' I argued.
'I could always find out the hard way.' He hinted.
'You wouldn't dare.' I pressed.
'Wouldn't I?' He asked. Shit, I'm really not sure if he would or not. I don't think that he would.
'I'm not telling you what color the towel is, and you can't see me in only a towel. I'm not discussing this with you anymore.' I ended the conversation.
He knows just what to say to irk me. I don't know what irritates me more. The fact that he asks, or the part that the fact he wanted to know makes me feel like an adequate person… Beautiful, even. Or at least worth looking at. I opened the door to Caroline's bedroom, and closed the door. I grabbed lotion off her dresser. Johnson's Baby Lotion, the only kind I use. I love the way it smells. I lathered it on, and grabbed her blow-dryer.
I plugged the blow-dryer in, and sat it down on her vanity table. I grabbed my leave-in conditioner that she left out for me. I squirted some in my hands, and massaged it through my hair.
"Knock, knock." Damon's voice made my jump. I turned around and faced him. I hadn't even heard the door open. "I couldn't wait to see you." He said simply. "Green, I like it." He added. I looked down, he was describing my towel. It's a cross between lime green and olive green. I folded my arms across my chest. I returned my gaze to his face. His eyes were twinkling, he was gloating. "It suits you. Some might even say you are a bit… overdressed." He said. I can't tell with him. Should I be irritated, or oddly complimented that he wants to see me naked?
"Damon, get out." I said.
"I've already seen you, it won't change anything. Unless, you are afraid that I will do something else." He replied.
"I'm not afraid of you." I told him. He raised an eyebrow.
"Really? Because I got a very distinct feeling that you were." He said arrogantly. He walked over to me, until he was an inch away. I could feel his breath dancing across my skin. He raised his hand, and cupped my face. He leaned his head down. I can hear my heart racing, I'm sure he can. He rubs the side of my face with his. He puts his mouth to my ear, whispers, "I think that it scares you when I do this." He put his other arm around me and kissed my ear. His lips moved to my neck. He lifted his face, and kissed my forehead. He moved to kiss my lips, but I held a hand up to his chest to stop him. I pushed gently. He looked confused.
"This isn't happening. Not like this, anyway." I said. In a second he was in front of me, blocking me path.
"Bonnie, I..." He started, but I didn't let him finish.
"I asked you to leave Damon, the room at least. I'm not talking to you without clothes on. At the very least, kissing you." I finished. I'm not having this conversation. If I hadn't stopped him; I'm not sure what would have happened. I was losing myself in him. He intoxicates me. I breathe him in, and I don't want to stop. He nodded.
"As you wish. I'll be right outside the door. Call for me when you are dressed." He said with a mock bow. I rolled my eyes. He wiggled his eyebrows, and winked. But, he closed the door. I heard a knock on the door. The door opened, it was Caroline. She smiled.
"I couldn't let you dress yourself." She stated, as if that explained everything. And, it did. She dressed me in a dark, faded, purple, jean mini skirt, and a white tank top with abstract flowers outlined on it multiple colors. The tank top was cut just above my chest, and the back was lower.
I was officially a girlie girl, or, at least the Caroline version of Bonnie. I had my gloves on again, and my chucks. She even dried my hair. After she was finished, she climbed into the bathroom. I left her bedroom; I want to talk with Damon. I opened the bedroom door, and he pretended to be asleep.
"Damon?" I asked.
"Sorry Damon is no longer here, he died of old age. I am his rotting corpse." He exaggerated.
"Oh, okay then." I said, and stepped around him. I was almost to the stairs, when he grabbed my ankle. I tripped, and started falling down the stairs. Suddenly, I was right side up, and in Damon's arms. Hmm, I'm definitely not complaining. "Thanks." I said sarcastically. He rolled his eyes, and smiled.
"Now, is that any way to thank your hero?" He asked.
"It's the way I thank the man who made me fall, in the first place." I retorted.
"Technicalities, I made you fall, but I also made sure that I was here to catch you." He stated. He carried my downstairs and into the living room. He sat down on the loveseat, and kept me on his lap. I'm not sure how comfortable I am with this. I started to lift myself up, but he held me tighter. Not he was hurting me, just so I couldn't move away. I struggled to get up, but found it impossible.
"Is this necessary?" I asked.
"Yes." He replied. "I still haven't collected my prize." He added.
"What?" I asked. He didn't answer; instead he stared at my mouth."Damon," I breathed.
"Yes, Bonnie?" He answered.
"Let me kiss you." I said. The corners of his mouth turned up, he was grinning. "Not like this." I said.
"Please, let me up." I requested. He moved out from under me, and helped me up. He kept my hand in his, and brought it to his lips. "That's cheating." I scolded. His smile broadened. He is standing directly in front of me. I never realized how tall he was. He is what? 5'9" and a half? I looked at him. I moved my focus to his eyes.
I stood on the very tip of toes, to make myself taller. I'm still shorter. I wrapped my arms around his neck, and leaned forward. I leaned in further, so I could feel his breath dancing on my face. I pressed my lips to his. I drew back, and then kissed him again, with the same gentleness. I pulled back a second time, I just look at his face. It isn't dangerous at all now.
He is looking back at me. Sometimes I wonder if it's possible to get lost in eyes. They are so blue. They aren't cold, not today. The corners of his lips turn up as he looks back at me. I felt myself give him a small smile in return. I've done it. I've changed things. When I kissed him, I felt it stir something in me. it is official, I have feelings for Damon. Now, I just have to figure out what they are. I love being near him. the strange thing is, if someone would have told me this not even two days ago, I would have suggested that they take a permanent vacation in a Looney bin.
Damon's hand cupped my face; he moved mine closer to his. I felt his lips brush mine. This time, an electric shock was sent through my lips, and traveled to every part of my body. I wasn't sure if I had imagined the spark when I kissed him, not it's clear that I didn't. His lips were gentle, but the kiss was slightly more urgent than mine had been. He parted my lips with his. His free hand made circles on my lower back. He moved his hand to my neck, massaging it gently. I moaned into his mouth.
He moved his tongue into my mouth. While he was kissing me, our tongues were in a frenzy of their own. I pulled away. I can't rush into this. I don't want to go into something half-assed. I'm not even sure what he wants from me. He pulled back too, but he didn't let me go. Instead, he drew me to his chest, and held me.
"I like having you in my arms." Damon whispered. He held me tighter. This is feels so natural. I don't want him to let go.
"Damon," I whispered, "what is this?" I scooted closer, and I laid my head in the crook of his neck.
"That is my neck. And this is a gorgeous man holding you." I chuckled.
"That's not what I mean." I told him.
"You don't think I'm attractive. I've seen myself, I'm hot." He concluded. I shook my head, trying to bite back laughter.
"I think that you are a beautiful man, but that's not what I was referring to." I told him. He scoffed.
"Beautiful? I'm down right sexy!" He declared. I chuckled.
"You're avoiding my question." I scolded. He smiled, I can't see his face, I just know. He kissed my hair.
"What do you want this to be?" He asked.
"I asked you first." I argued.
"No, you asked me something else." He argued back.
"I didn't say what I asked first." I said stubbornly.
"I know that I don't want you with anyone else. Beyond that, I'm not sure what this is." He answered.
"Okay." I said.
"That's it? You aren't going to answer the question?" He asked.
"I'm not sure what I want this to be. I don't want anyone else. I'm not even sure if I want this to start. I don't want to share you… either." I explained.
"If this started, it be you, only you. I wouldn't be with anyone else." He said. His voice is so sincere. I want this with every fiber of my being, but, is it wise? "I'm not a cheater." I stated. He nodded. "Think about it." He said. I took a deep breath.
"Let's say… that we are friends. Friends that are getting to know each other. We can see what happens. When it happens, I'll let it." I said.
"Alright." He said. "I will be seeing you." He said. I know he means it. He kissed my cheek, and left. I heard Caroline shut off the water.
I drove my stuff home. Now I'm cleaning my room. I let out a sigh of relief, I just finished. I have to grab my purse, and wait for Caroline. She should be here soon. There it is. I headed downstairs and grabbed my keys off of the table. I peered through the window. It's so nice outside today.
'And I don't want the world to see me, 'cause I don't think that they'd understand.
When everything's made to be broken, I just want you to know who I am.'
I lid my hand in the front pocket of my skirt, and fished for my phone. Yahtzee! I slid my phone out of my pocket. It's Caroline. Weird… I think it, and it happens. I wish I had a flying blue monkey names Bubbles. I looked around. Crap, nothing. Oh yeah, phone.
"Hello greatness." I answered.
"Hey, so, bad news, I'm running late. I should be there in a half hour. I spilled coffee all over my outfit, and I had to get the stains out. Then I had to change, I lost track of time." She explained.
"It's okay Caroline." I soothed.
"I was ready, and I was going to be early and everything. I was even bringing you coffee." She sounds so exasperated.
"I'll walk over toward your house, and you can pick me up when you can." I suggested.
"Are you sure?" She asked.
"Yeah, it's a nice day. And it isn't too far. You can drive over after you are finished getting perfect again." I told her.
"Alright. I'll be there are soon as I can." She said.
"Take your time, I'm fine." I replied.
I grabbed my purse, and put a light jacket inside of it, and headed out the front door. I shut the door behind me, and locked it. I started walking in the direction towards Caroline's house. I could drive, but I don't want to worry about 2 cars, especially since I'll be spending at least the weekend with her. I past the stop sign on my street.
I can hear kids playing at the park. It's a nice sound; it's reassuring to know that something that normal can exist here, despite everything. My head. It feels like someone let off a string of firecrackers inside. My eyes are burning; it hurts to keep them open. It feels like a migraine in my eyes. Everything is going black, what's happening to me? Uh, I need to sit down, or stop. I could feel myself slow to a stop.
The world is spinning. This can't be happening. Someone is materializing in front of me. Mom? No, she's gone, she can't be here. I closed my eyes, hoping it would somehow clear my eyes. I opened them. Everything's fuzzy and dark; I can barely make out shapes.
"Bonnie." I heard someone call out my name. a woman materialized in front of me. It isn't my mother, it's Emily.
"Emily?" I asked.
"Yes, I have come to warn you." She said.
"What's happening, I don't understand." I said, shaking. I somehow manage to lower myself to the ground. I'm feeling my way to the grass, I sit with my back against a tree trunk. I need support.
"You're having a vision." She said.
"If you don't learn how to control your powers, nothing will be able to save you. You may have powerful friends, but all will perish if you don't take control of your abilities." She warned.
"I don't understand." I said.
"You don't have to understand. You will. I can't tell you anything more." She said.
"Good luck, my child." She wished. She touched her hand to my face. "The fuel for your abilities are in here." She touched two fingers to my heart.
"What?" I asked.
"Your feelings and emotions control your abilities."
"I have to find a way to trigger them, with hurting myself." I said. I finally understand what she means by controlling them. If I lose control I could kill myself and anyone around me. "Thank you." I said.
"There is something else…" She started to explain. Someone grabbed me and lifted me up. The hands are rough.
"Come on witch, we are going to have some fun." I heard someone say. The voice was deep and menacing.
"No." I heard myself mutter. I can't move, the vision is leaving me immobilized, I can see anything.
"A new toy." I heard another voice say. "Mmm, a fresh one." A new voice. How many are there? Three. This can't be happening.
"Emily!" I screamed to her in my mind. "What can I do?" I asked her. Her lips were moving, but no sound was coming out. Someone was muting her. "No." I said louder, aloud. The only thing I feel is fear. I can feel myself shaking. It's getting hotter. Flames. I felt flames licking my skin.
"Ah. Stupid witch." I heard someone growl in pain. He dropped me. I felt the weight of impact. Concrete, I heard a snap. My shoulder, God, it hurts. I gritted my teeth. I started to crawl, moving my hands in front of me to replace my eyes.
"Ahh!" I cried out. Someone drop kicked me in my stomach. I felt my ribs crack. Who is doing this? I felt rough hands push my skirt up. I tried to kick their hand off, but it was useless. I felt my leg twitch, but no matter how hard I try, I can't get my body to move more than that.
"Now look what you've done." One of the men growled. "You lit him on fire, and now he's gone." He growled louder.
"Before we were just going to have fun feeding off of a witch. We were even going to let you live." The other man snarled. "Now, we're going to make you pay." He finished.
"Well, only two of us were going to feed off of you. Since you killed one of the vampires, you'll have one feeding off of you. I, on the other hand, am a different story." What is he? What does he mean? How can this be happening? I have to get out of here. The hand on my leg was joined with another. A hand on each leg, they moved to my thighs, and pulled my along the concrete. I stopped moving, I can feel someone in between my legs. Don't do this. Please, don't do this. I pleaded with my mind. I didn't dare try to broadcast my thoughts, they would probably do something worse to me. "So beautiful, such a shame. I would like to have you see my face." I heard the man that said he wouldn't be feeding off of me say. I felt the other man lean his head toward my neck. I felt his fangs tearing through my neck. For the second time in a week a vampire was drinking my blood. I felt myself cough, and try to get more oxygen. "Shh," the man who wasn't a vampire whispered.
His hand squeezed my thigh. I am biting on my tongue to keep from screaming. I can't show any signs of weakness. But how do I break away from this hold? Is this his power. He isn't even man enough to trap his victims the old-fashioned way. His lips were traveling the length of my leg. The trail started just below my knee, he was making his way slowly upward.
Whatever happens, I'm not letting them take… I can't let them… These fuck-bags are not taking my virginity. I can't take his hands off of me. I can't do anything to stop this. I felt a tear trickle down my face. Suddenly, his hands were off of me, and my neck was free. Is it over, had they decided that they had had enough? I felt a tugging at my shirt, it was lifted up, but not taken off. His hands were tracing my stomach, and his lips were helping him.
I can't do this. Fire, think fire. It happened before. Where is it now? When I need it.? He moved to my side, and slid his hands under my back. His lips nuzzled my stomach, just under my bra.
"Stop." I choked out, before I could stop it. I felt the vampire reach down, and move the very bottom part of my bra up higher. His fangs tore into the skin that my bra had been covering moments before. This is a new kind of agony. It's worse.
Blood gurgled at my throat. It's getting harder and harder to breathe. I'm stopping this. I'm stopping this, now! I have to, I don't know if I can. Fire, fire, fire. My skin felt hot again. This feeling overpowered the feeling of the rough, roaming hands on my body. I can smell smoke. I coughed. I felt blood spray out of my mouth, and hit my face. I felt one of the men back-hand me. Ah. I let out a moan of pain. My skin was getting hotter, still. The vampire lifted his head, and found his new target.
He slammed his lips onto mine. It wasn't a kiss, he was attacking my face. He bit my bottom lip with a fang. I felt myself cough again. I'm choking on my own blood. The blood sprayed him. He head butted me in the face. My left side caught most of. It doesn't matter that everything is dark now. I can't see anything through my left eye. I can feel it swell already.
My blood bubbles, and an invisible force hurls the vampire off of me, my vision is clearer, it is still tinted, but I can see. I turn my head, and look at the vampire. He is tall, and tan. He has lethal black eyes. His hair is short and as dark as his soulless eyes. My blood is splattered across his face. He ignites, and self-combusts. Ash is everywhere. I kick the mystery man. He is taken by surprise.
He was so absorbed in making me suffer, than he didn't notice his vampire friend exploding. He looked around, and caught on. His eyes lowered. He had light brown eyes, that faded to yellow. An eerie yellow. His hair is sandy, and falling into his eyes. He had thin lips, but something about his face is unsettling. Everything about him, seems not quite right. My skin was on fire again, protecting me, for now. I rolled onto my stomach, and tried to crawl away. He risked the burn, and grabbed my leg.
"No you don't, witch." He snarled. I whimpered. He pulled me backwards, by my leg only. I kicked him in the face with my free foot. His hold didn't loosen. I kicked him again. "Stupid bitch." He growled.
'DAMON!' I shouted with my mind. I tried to broadcast it to him. The pressure on my mind isn't as paralyzing as it was.
Damon's POV
I wonder what my baby brother is up to. He is probably doing something annoyingly helpful to society. He's a good Samaritan like that. I need to talk to him about Bonnie. I need to know that what I told him, was for his ears only, and not for his precious Elena.
I made my up the stairs, and over to Stefan's room. The door's open, how peculiar. Maybe his is feeling sociable today. It's about time someone got over his fear of people. I smiled. I pushed the door open.
"Knock, knock." I announced. "Stefan…" I started. I looked for Stefan…
"DAMON!" Elena screamed. I wasn't expecting that. I only heard one person in here. I frowned. I strained my ears, the water is running. He must be in the shower, practicing his brooding faces, nonetheless. "Get out!" Elena demanded. I smiled at her. She was trying the cover herself up. She was in nothing but her undergarments. Hmm, a push-up bra, and matching panties. Hot pink with lace, I'm so glad Bonnie's favorite color isn't pink. "Damon, leave." She demanded, again. I raised my eyebrows.
"Relax Elena. I've seen better, and you're not it." I said. She scoffed. "I need to speak to my brother. You know the one, brooding, not as devastatingly attractive, younger… Need I go on?" I asked.
"He's in the shower." She replied.
"Would you put something on?" I snapped. She looked a bit shocked, and grabbed Stefan's shirt, and pulled it on. Stefan's bathroom door opened, speak of the devil. He walked out in a towel.
"Damon?" He asked uncertainly.
"I needed to speak to you." I said. He nodded.
"I'll give you a minute." Elena announced. She left the room, and closed the door behind her. I heard her walk downstairs.
"What I told you, about Bonnie," I started, "was only for you to hear. No one else." I finished.
"I know that Damon." He stated. I felt instantly relieved.
'DAMON!' I heard Bonnie screech in my mind. Her voice is full of agony. She's in trouble. I need to find her.
"Stefan, you need to tell Elena to go home." I told him.
"What's going on Damon?" He asked.
"Bonnie, she just screamed for me. She's in trouble. I'm going to need you here. Elena needs to go." I finished.
"Wait, I'm going with you." He argued.
"There isn't time. She sounds bad. Please, do this for me." I pleaded.
Bonnie's POV
He turned me back onto my back, and shoved me against a dead tree. My back. The tree was broken, and jagged, I can feel the blood running down my back, and the cuts stinging. He pulled my back to the ground, and used his hand to twist my leg. I heard a sickening pop, and indescribable pain in my knee.
"No. Not again." I choked. His arm lashed out to strike me, I put my arms up to shield myself. Just moving my arms made the world spin, I've lost so much blood. Whatever fight I am able to put up, is pathetic. I can't let him win. "Burn." I gasped. He caught on fire, and threw himself onto the ground, trying to put it out. "Never again." I gasped, trying to breathe.
'Bonnie, I'm almost there.' Damon's voice filled my mind. I have never been so happy to hear from anyone. Something flashed by eyes, a black blur. The mystery man was throw against a tree, and held in place. Damon. Damon's eyes flashed, and moved them both. I can't see them now. I heard screaming, and a thud. He took his head off. It's over. Damon ran to me. He crouched down, almost afraid to pick me.
"You came." I choked out.
"Always." He replied. He took off his jacket and slid my arms into it. My clothes must be awful. Poor Caroline, I'll have to take her shopping. Caroline! Shit! She'll be looking for me.
"Caroline." I gasped.
"What?" Damon asked. I touched my hand to his forehead. I showed him my memory. It was the one of Caroline saying she would pick me up, but she was running late. I hand fell to my side. I can't keep my eyes open anymore. I'm too tired, it's too hard. "I'll take care of it." Damon assured me. I felt him open my mouth, and felt his blood trickle down my throat. He was trying to heal me. I swallowed, I'm not sure how I was able to. Then, I was in his arms, and his was off. When I woke up, I was in Damon's room. He was taking what remained of my clothes, off. His blood must be working. "Bonnie." He said suddenly. I looked at him. "Your leg is broken, I need to set it back in place. It's going to hurt." He explained.
Stefan suddenly appeared. He sat behind me, and held me. Damon set me leg. I tried to muffle my scream. Damon looked like he wants to kill himself. This isn't his fault. Stefan helped Damon remove the rest of my clothes, and Damon helped me to the shower. Stefan held the shower head, and Damon sat on the shower floor with me, cleaning my wounds, and the blood off of my body.
I fell asleep in his arms, as he was washing off my blood. I woke up in Damon's bed. I had his clothes on, and my hair felt clean. My skin feels moisturized. I tried to roll onto my side, to try to see what time it was. Big mistake. I let out a moan in pain. I rolled onto my leg, and tried to use my arm to propel myself with. I looked down, I look horrible. A giant bruise. My leg is broken, my shoulder is broken. My eye is swollen shut, the skin on my neck is sore and bleeding, as well as my chest. My ribs, feel broken. Everything feels broken.
Damon walked into the room. His eyes said everything. Am I hurt? He is sorry. And he can't forgive himself. He comes to my side, and comes to bed. He holds me, it doesn't hurt.
"It's not your fault." I whisper.
"We need to get you to the hospital." He says.
"Not today." I argue.
"Tomorrow." He compromised. I nod. I felt myself start to fall asleep in his arms.
Tomorrow, I will have to face the music. I don't know how I can explain this. I fell down the stairs? Concrete stairs? It worked for Bella, right? For tonight, I'm just happy to be alive. And to have Damon. I'll show them what happened tomorrow. I can't relive it today.
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