After we had eaten, or I should say after I ate, we quickly left the diner. Damon had stolen a black ford truck from a parking lot. I was trying to fall asleep, but Damon's singing to the radio wasn't helping. How could someone be so hot but have a horrible voice?
I moaned in annoyance, pulling my jacket over my head to cover me ears.
""What's the matter, red? Is my singing annoying you?" He asked, turning down the radio.
I removed my jacket from my head and glared at him. "Yes. I'm surprised Stefan never complains about your voice."
Damon made a face. "He complains all the time. Even when it's not about my voice," he said too damn cocky of himself.
Despite myself I chuckled. Wait! Concentrate Bonnie. Don't let him know he's winning.
"Damon, can I at least call my parents to let them know I'm okay?"
"No," he said quickly.
"Damon, they are my parents and my sister-"
As soon as I mentioned my sister he swerved into the other lane but quickly regained his composure and went back to the lane we were supposed to be in.
"Sister," he said confused. "You never said anything about a sister."
I grinned. "There's a lot about me you don't know, Damon Salvatore."
"I didn't peg you for one to be keeping secrets," he said trying to put a move on me.
""Well, you didn't tell me you were a horrible singer."
"Touché," he said smirking. "Seriously, though, I want to know about your sister."
"Why? So you can kidnap her, too?" I said sarcastically.
"Bon, Bon, I am just merely trying to pass time here. Go with me on this."
I sighed heavy giving in. "Her name is Mary and she's a nurse."
"How old is she?"
"Twenty."
"Interesting," he said. "Who does your parents like more? You or your sister?"
Is he serious? "That's a stupid question."
"Well, when I was alive Stefan was clearly my dads favorite," he said like it didn't bother him but I knew it did. "Do your parents favor you or sis?"
Man I hated this. "I guess my sister," I said looking out the window.
Damon scoffed. "No offense, Bon, but your parents are idiots."
"It's just they are never home like they were when Mary still lived at home so most of the time we ignore each other. It just seems easier than facing the truth," I explained sadly but continued. "Truth was I always felt like I never should have been born, like I was a mistake. I never really had any friends growing up. Elena was the first one to befriend me and because I was her friend, Elena's friends slowly accepted me. I never told anyone that before. Not even Elena."
I glanced at Damon who kept his eyes on the road with his usual cockier than hell persona gone.
"Say something," I said softly.
He looked like a lost puppy. "You matter."
Stefan's POV
I followed Bonnie's scent to a diner outside of town. I walked in hoping to find the waitress that was on the news earlier. I spotted her behind the counter and walked up.
"Excuse me," I said wanting to get her attention.
She looked up startled dropping a coffee cup which I had managed to catch.
"Thanks," She said with a light smile as I set the cup on the counter. "Those come out of my paychecks."
"It was my fault. I didn't mean to startle you," I said apologizing.
"Can I get you anything?"
I pulled out a photo of Bonnie and placed it on the counter. "I'm looking for this girl. She's a close friend," I explained.
Instantly the waitress's face was written in guilt. "I didn't know that she had been kidnapped."
"Can you tell me what happened?"
"She was with this guy. Actually, he was the hottest guy I have ever seen in my life. He told me that they were married. Sweethearts. She seemed to play the part. I had no idea that there was anything wrong," she explained.
I gave her a reassuring smile. "It wasn't your fault. I heard that the guy that has her hostage stole a local truck. Can you tell me where?"
"Um, it was downtown on First St behind a gas station."
"Thank you for your time," I said getting up.
"I guess it's true what they say; It's always the normal ones you've got to look out for," she said mortified.
Damon, normal looking? Yeah right.