Best Friend

Pt 6 - Abandoned

R-M Sexual and Adult Themes

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Present Day...

Bonnie was in a deep sleep lost in her dreams and she felt the quickened sensation of her body pulsing and her stomach tightened as she moaned into the open room. "Mmm, my God. Oh yes. Yes." She felt the over the top feeling hit her and she screamed, "Mmmmm. Yeeeeeesssss." Her eyes shot open and she was in an unfamiliar place. She sat up in a panic and looked around. "Hello!" It was dark in the room, slightly lit up from the moon. She yelled and she felt a movement under the cover between her legs, and a man's hand pushed her back onto her back. Her legs were parted open, and a warm body was crawling up her body and dragging a set of lips all the way from her kitty to her breast. She saw his hands on her breasts and she felt that she was completely naked, she remembered who she was with. "Oh my god. Did we? Tell me we didn't."

He peeked his blue eyes out of the cover and his messy bed hair was everywhere and his scruffy face was tickling her. He was everything in those moments, everything she didn't know she missed. "When have we ever been able to keep our hands off each other?" He moved back towards her lower body and she kept feeling his beard tickle her. The lower he went, the more it tickled. His face was now between her thighs, and he was lathering her with the salvia of his wide tongue, and as it invades her opening, his lips caress her kitty again, and the feeling was all too familiar. She moaned again, from five minutes ago, when he woke her up with an orgasm.

"It feels kind of funny with your beard." She said gripping the hair on the root of his head. He dug deeply into her quickly, tasting her, and her legs were spread like jam on toast. "Mmmm...ggaaaaah. Oh, gggooodddd ffffuucck mmeee." She was trying to be coherent but he had her stuttering and weak. Her head looked up at him and his tongue was buried too deeply, so let her head fall back again. "You have to stop this!" Her hands let go of his hair and she began grabbing her own hair from the root, and he crawled up her body again, this time to make her taste herself and feel his beard as it ticked her face and he was inside of her before she could blink her eyes. Her body was under his, and he'd let her know in his own way, that she was his prisoner. She could tell by the level of soreness she was experiencing once he entered her that they had multiple encounters in the past few hours.

"Look at me." He said forcing her eyes open. "You still fit me like a glove." He thrusts deeply watching her face. She was helpless in his arms, he had a way of making her forget they weren't together. He loved watching how he affected her, as she bit her lip containing her excitement. He watched her go from biting her lip to yelling.

"Oh, god!" She yelled as his trust hit her deep. Bonnie shook her head no, as he began pushing deeper and harder, forcing her head into the head board.

"Yeah baby girl, just like that, and its mine again." He said possessively. "Y'here me. That's my pussy."

"Stop talking."

"Why? So, you don't have to talk back? We know you love talking, dirty." He looked her in the eye making her look away. "Uh uh... you gone look at me, one thing I know you can't do, is fake it. Tell me you love me." He maneuvered himself into her in a way she was forced to feel utter pleasure and her mouth couldn't fake it, so she bit her lip to keep quiet, and he forced his thrusts to force her moans.

"Got damn you. I hate you, soooooooooo much. Mmmm. You assho... oooh ooohh oooohh god." He loved making her sing. Her voice made him give his best performance and she was the most beautiful thing to watch. Since the first time he broke her in to now, he's never loved the feel of any other woman more than his baby girl. His mouth found her breast again and he performed the perfect suction, on her pebbles while her kitty Kat continued to purr for him, soaking him in every thing he was forcing out of her. "I really, really, hate you...ahhh..." he took her bottom lip between his teeth and gently pulled before allowing his tongue to do to her mouth, what was his manhood was doing to her womanhood. Stripping her of her walls and forcing her to let him in. In every way.

He thrusted deeply again. "Tell me what I wanna hear."

"No.

"Let me hear it baby girl. Come on, one time. I miss it."

"No." she continued to moan closing her eyes.

"Please?" He said softly in her ear, and she loved he way his beard tickled her cheek, and how it made her skin raise in the form of goosebumps as it trailed from her ear to her neck, sucking on her skin. It was a good feeling. He was a good feeling. He was the feeling she'd missed, and the feeling she ran away from. The feeling of his eyes watching her, his love holding her, and his lips kissing her, and his body controlling her. Then he proceeded to her neck to suck her dry like a vampire.

"Stop, you're gonna mark up my neck. Knock it off...haaa. Huuuhhhhh...ahhhh."

"One time for me baby girl, you know I love it, when you say it."

Bonnie gave in, he was handling her body too well, he was working too good of a motion, rocking her like she'd never been rocked. He was filling her to the brim with him, because he knew, once she opened up to him, he had her, and that's what was happening. He was opening her up to him. "Oh God. Baby girl I love your pussy. I love being inside of you. Uugggh." He grunted as he felt her walls clench around him. "Say it." He put his fingers onto her glorious spot and gently rubbed her while he slowed down his stroke.

"Oh God. Make me feel good, big daddy."

"That's all I wanted baby girl, yes. Say it again. Tell me what you like." He forced her eyes to lock with his, while he continued to love on her.

"I love when your inside of me big daddy. Please, please, keep making love to me like this. I love it when your inside of me."

"Now tell me you love me. Because you know I love you. Tell me, you still love me." Bonnie stopped and looked at him, as he had her completely lost in him.

"I love you." Her hands were on his face and she was looking him in the eyes, and letting him see a girl he hadn't seen in years. He missed it, her saying she loved him and calling him big daddy and him being her big daddy and loving her. He felt the power they created, and the real love between them again, and he held on to this moment, locking his lips with hers and made love to her until she was numb, until he was numb, and they only felt any feeling when hey were connected to each other. The darkness absorbed their emotions, the feelings they held in for so long.

They were asleep before the sun came up.

.X.

"I've never stayed at a bar until the sun came up. I mean, people left hours ago and we've been sitting here drinking." Ginny said laying on top of the bar.

Stefan opened the bar fridge and grabbed limes and a fresh bottle of Tequila. "Well, you see, we country boys go big or go home. And the fact that you can hang with me, and neither of us have gone home, well..."

"Well, it says you either want to kill me, or this is some sort of test." She laughed in a drunken fit.

"You always wear teeny tiny skirts like this?" He asked letting his fingers crawl around her leg, tickling her.

"When you've got legs like this... why not? I work hard for my body. I break my back and neck to be on top of my game physically. I compete in a sport where I'm considered better than most men, but have to keep playing in a league that barely challenges me. So yeah, these legs, this body, I work hard for it. I'll show it off every day of the week if allowed."

Stefan was both amused and turned on by her. She was so sure of herself and he thought she was everything she painted herself to be and more.

"So what... let me guess, men are intimidated by you?"

"Of course they are. Aren't you? I mean, I'm almost your size. I'm a couple inches shorter than you, and I can tolerate liquor like a quote on quote, country boy." He watched her body as it laid on his bar, with her shirt skirt showcasing her long toned legs.

"I'm not intimidated by any woman. I once dated a girl who loved me and my brother. Then I dated another girl, who was pregnant with my child and miscarried, and didn't tell me. So, yeah, I've dealt with women who hide things from me, and lie to me. I'm sure I can handle a straight forward woman, who's sure of who she is and what she wants." His fingers were still crawling around her legs tickling her, and she finally stopped him.

"Is that what you want? To keep tickling me...?" They locked eyes and Stefan went in for the kill. One hand on her thigh, and his lips over hers. They kissed gently. Just a soft kiss on the lips. They pulled away from each other and caught one another's eyes, and Stefan attacked Ginny's lips with his own, ready to crawl on top of the bar, over her. He pulled her shirt off and then she tore his shirt buttons taking his off. Stefan attempted to get on the bar, when she instead sat up from her laid out position. "Oh crap." She said as she sat up too fast. "I think I sat up too fast. I'm feeling..." And all of the alcohol hit her all at once. Stefan recognized that face and he grabbed her bridal style and carried her to the office bathroom. "Oh god, oh god." She felt something forcing its way up her stomach, and the heat slithered back up her throat like lava.

"Hold tight darlin', almost there." He rushed her to the porcelain throne and she immediately hugged it with her arms and unleashed everything she took in over the past eight hours. He held her hair and kept it off her neck and shoulders. He rubbed her back while she heaved, and kept her calm. Soothing her drunken emotions, because she was talking out of her ass now.

"You must think I'm such an idi...(insert barf sound)."

"Hey, stop talking, and keep throwing up." He laughed.

"I mean, just so you, know, I really don't drink this much. I have no idea..." she broke out into an emotional fit. "I'm just... I mean-"

"Damn, you really are very cute when you go from bein' all tough girl to all cry baby." He laughs, making her laugh. She looked up at him with welded, reddish eyes.

"You think I'm a tough girl?"

"That's all you heard? Not the very cute part?" He looked at her and smiled, wiping her mouth with his wife beater. Which he took off and is now shirtless.

"Why would you do that? Sit here half naked in front of me, and I'm a little hot mess?"

"Uhh, because, not only do I get to be the knight and shining armor, you hot little mess, but I get to look good doin it."

"It's little hot mess. You said hot little mess." She said.

"No. I said it the way I meant it." He grinned. "Now get up. Let's go to the old diner. Best breakfast you can buy in this town."

"What time is it?" Ginny asked.

"It's eight am brown sugar. And you just emptied all the contents in your body, so I guess I should replenish that body of yours. We can't have the girl who works so hard on her body, walk around... empty, now can we?"

"I suppose not." She smiled, while he helped her up.

.X.

Abby sat up with Dylan shaking her. "Nana. Num num. Nummy." Abby in a daze sat up trying to figure out what she was doing and where she was. "Nana." Dylan called her.

"Oh baby. Hey..." Abby noticed she was in her living room, sunlight shining in the live room and Giuseppe behind her, uncomfortably sleeping with his arm around her and Dylan. "Oh sweet Jesus. G!" She shook him. "G! Wake up... it's morning. Wake up." He jumped up disheveled and rubbed his hands through his messy hair.

"Got damnit, Abby. I'm sorry. I didn't-"

"No, I know. It's okay. It wasn't..."

"Right, and I ..."

"Yeah, so maybe-"

"I should get going. Not that Lily is worried about me. She's probably already out spending my money and being reckless."

"At eight in the morning. I doubt it. But I seriously am sorry I asked you to stay and watch movies. I didn't think we'd fall asleep and let alone... Bonnie ain't been home and Ginny. I should call them before Dimitri throws a fit." Abby spoke without thinking and grabbed the little boy who was hungry. Giuseppe paused in his motions, staring at the dark-haired boy with blue eyes and flushed cheeks, the little boy who liked being sand too and the little boy that Abby just called Dimitri.

"What did you just call him?"

"Dylan? His name."

"No, you called him Dimitri."

"I did, must've been a mistake." She said nervously. Causing G to really look at Dylan, and beyond his butterscotch colored skin to his features and his mannerisms.

"Abby, tell something... is this Damon's boy? Did Bonnie and Damon conceive again, after Baylee?"

"G, I have to get myself together. The dinner is tonight and my fiancé will be checking on me soon. I've got to call Bonnie and Ginny and make sure they're okay. It's eight and they never came home." She kept fumbling about and he topped her and grabbed her arm gently. Abby looked away from him and avoided eye contact.

"You always, look away from me when you're trying to hide something. I have a right to know, if this is my boys son, if this is my grandson. Two years of life he's missed. Me and Stefan have missed. Is he my kin Abby? This little boy... is he my blood?" He asked with gentle pleading eyes. Eyes that hurt to look at her. A woman he trusted not to keep such a secret from him. "Abby, sweetness, please be honest with me. Is Dylan my grandson?"

... 8 years ago ...

Bonnie and Damon were inseparable since prom night. She hadn't called or spoken to Kol but once since. She neglected the idea of Kol the minutes she and Damon's relationship changed. Today he took her to pick up her cap and gown from school. He drove her to his house because no one was there. "Crazy right? That was me four years ago. Now my baby's about to graduate. I'm so proud of you."

"Me too. Thanks for just being there all these years. I know we weren't together before. But, you were always... there for me. And I'm glad I'm not going to UCLA, because now I get to see you every weekend and we get to be together. I'll be eighteen real soon and we can be our own place and-" he shushed her with his lips. Guilt consumed him to the masses.

He felt utter guilt, still not having told her he was leaving. He wanted to cry, he wanted to scream because she was everything to him. The moment he told her, she'd never forgive him.

"Stop talkin' please. Come'ere. Let me touch you, beautiful."

"Doodle," she called to him and he began taking her clothes off her. "What baby girl?" His hands rub her ribcage at the removal of her shirt and he stands next to the bed, towering her moving his hands to unclasp her bra as he invades her moth with his own. Once her bra was gone, he worked on the bottoms, and she was naked before any of his clothes came off.

"Take my shirt off, baby girl. Touch my body." She pulled his shirt off and let her hands feel his chest, abs, torso, bare back. Her hands were owning and possessing him. "I'm yours." He said, unbuckling his belt and pants, while he took off his boots. He moved her hands to his back again, and pulled their naked bodies together. He picked her up and laid her on his bed.

"You got a condom?"

"Yes I do. I have just one left, right here." He pulled it out of his drawer.

"Doodle...?"

"Nuh uh. I've been askin' you to say it for a week. Please..."

"No!" She said as he pulled her to him and his bed.

"Why not baby girl? Huh. I'll beg if that's what you want." He started kissing all over her neck, and begging like a little boy, "Please baby." Kisses upon kisses. "Please, baby baby, please." He said reaching her cheek, and crawling his lips towards hers. "Pretty please, with a cherry on top." His lips landed on hers and when they connected, he kept gently pecking her. "Why not baby?"

She smiled, hoping he'd let up, but he didn't.

"Because, it's weird. We'll be bringing those southern stereotypes to life, if I call you that. We ain't those kinds of people. This ain't Alabama." She joked.

"Pretty please? Just say it, for me. One time. And I'll never ask again."

"One time?" She lay underneath him and he pulled her legs around his waist.

"One time." He said pulling her arms down from shielding herself.

"Fine. I'll say it, once and once only." The second she felt his mouth on her she moaned it, "Oh yeah Big Daddy." He stopped and looked at her and everything inside of him went from hungry to starved.

"Yeah, baby girl. You like it?"

"Damon, why do you talk so much during sex? Why do you ask so many questions?"

He looked her over, kissed around her shoulders and her neck and looked at her. "B'cos, I like to know that I'm doin' my job. Pleasin' you is all that matters. Now... tell me what I want to hear." He said pulling her shorts off. The exposure of her body was all it took to make him forget anything else ever existed. He pulled at her panties and exposed her perfect kitty. "Tell me what I want to hear, and I'll make that kitty Kat purr." He said making her blush.

"Doodle."

"Nope."

"Damon Dimitri!"

"Baby girl, I'm hungry." He said touching her.

"Oh please, big daddy, do that thing with your tongue." Damon proceeded to make her kitty purr.

Bennett Residence...

"Momma, did you pull Bonnie outta school for any reason last week?"

"No sweetie, why?"

"Well, the school called and said she missed the Monday after prom. I was at work all day so I can't remember. But, I didn't take her out and don't remember her being sick."

"I'm sure it was a mixup at the school." Sheila said while Abby stayed quiet. She wasn't sure she believed Sheila, but Bonnie wouldn't have a reason to miss school.

"Has Bonnie come home yet momma?"

"Yes baby. Then Damon took'er to get her cap and gown."

"Hmm. How long ago was that?"

"I'd say about an hour or two."

"Which momma, and hour, or two?"

"Does it make a difference? It's just Dimitri."

"It makes a difference momma. Trust me!" Abby said getting impatient, and realizing how much time Damon and Bonnie had spent together the past week. Noticing the difference in their behaviors.

"Abby, your boss called not too long ago, said he'd be by for supper tonight. What's that about?"

"Nothing, I just invited him and Kol over. I guess Bonnie's been avoiding Kol, for some reason, and I'm beginning to wonder if Damon got in her head. You know Kol's a good boy, and Damon can't just be makin' decisions for Bonnie."

"Abigail. Did it ever occur to you, Bird just don't like Kol?"

"Momma, she liked him, I saw them together. The second she gets around Damon, she just... she becomes someone else. I'm not sure I like their relationship."

"Stop. Do you hear yourself. Pawning your daughter off, on some rich boy. Why because you work for his brother. Stop. Maybe, it's not Bonnie changing when Damon's around, maybe she's herself when Damon's around."

"Momma, I know you love them boys. Hell, I love them boys, but Bonnie got too much potential to be wastin' it on some country boy who ain't gone do nothin' but break her heart."

"You can't really blame Damon for what you went through with your daughter's daddy. He left, he loved you. He supported you. He gave you that beautiful girl. Why are you so bitter?"

"Momma, I'm not bitter. That boy is leaving for the Army. He's leaving any day now. Do you think he's told Bonnie? No. she is gone be dealing with a broken heart. Kol, he likes her. What's so wrong with wanting my child, to not deal with, what I dealt with?"

"Abigail, Damon is her best friend. You push a wedge between them, it's gone bite you in the ass."

"I love that boy momma, but I don't need to see my daughter with a broken heart. She's too young. I know she and Damon are friends, but I'm not stupid. I can see the way things have changed between them. No ma'am. She's going to college, and ain't nothin' or no one, gonna derail Bonnie's plans. Okay. She's a young, black woman, and I'll be damned she end up some stereotype. You know how hard it is to raise a young black woman in this world. Teaching her how to be strong, educated, and level headed, all while the world is against you? She's gone be, an educated, black woman with a career. Something I didn't get to do until my daughter started high school. I stayed home for damn near thirteen years until I met the Mikaelsons."

"That was your choice Abby."

"No momma. It wasn't. You refused to help me with my child for years. You were angry at me for having a child and getting married at eighteen. You made me do it all alone. You knew my husband was gone, but what did you tell me...accept responsibilities for my actions b'cos you wasn't raisin' nobody's baby. Remember that momma? Teaching me a lesson for bein' a young momma. So yeah I stayed home b'cos I didn't trust strangers with my baby. So, you waited until daddy got sick to come around again. Momma, you pushed me outta your life until just before daddy died, which, coincidentally, my husband died two years later. Then you got sick, a couple years ago and I moved you in to help you out, at that point Bonnie was old enough to care for herself. And now, I just can't let my child, be a young mother like I was. Bonnie has a chance to live a life and not be tied to some mistake."

"So, Bonnie was a mistake?"

"No momma, that's not what I meant, okay. I meant putting all her eggs in one basket. Damon Salvatore is leaving. Like her daddy left me. She's s good girl. She doesn't deserve to be left. It would break her heart." Abby started to cry. "Excuse me. I need to get cleaned up so I can start supper."

Salvatore Residence

Damon watched her unabashed, while she chose to ride him. "Baby, am I too much to handle?"

"Shut up Damon." She said holding herself up on his abs as she rode him. He smiled watching her face scrunch up. He could see her pain and her pleasure, so he grabbed her hips, and thrusted while she rolled her hips.

"Damn baby girl, I'm surprised you wanted to ride me. You still new at this." He held her hips in a controlling manner, and thrusted harder. "I'm getting' up in them guts, can you handle me baby?" He forced her hips to take him all in, making her scream.

"Damon. Damon. Ahhh." Bonnie felt the amazing feeling hitting her again, and she clenched his skin under her nails as the sensation hit her and he made sure to make her ride it all the way through. It hit her harder than ever before from the cowgirl position and he held her and released with her, feeling his soul leave his body. Her body tensed up, it he held her all the way through the spasm and clenching of her muscles. His eyes closed and his body relaxed.

Bonnie rolled off Damon breathing heavily and sighing. "You tire me out."

"Nu uh baby girl. You got some stamina, you tire me out." He clutched his chest trying to catch his breath. He pulled the condom off and threw it in a waste bin next to his bed.

"That's disgustin' you need to wrap it in tissue and toss it in the garbage outside. Before G sees it." He looked at her and laughed. "Doodle, I'm serious. I can't have him thinkin' when I'm here we're bein' inappropriate."

"But, we are Bird. Inappropriate, and dirty, and downright disgustin' human beings. We breakin' all the rules, and we sin'n like nobody's business."

"Shut up Doodle." She said hitting him.

"It's true. But we gone be married one day, so... who cares baby girl?" He bear hugged her and attacked her with kisses.

"I love you, I love this. Why did we wait so long?"

"Because your momma and grams are scary. And I just wanted you to... be closer to eighteen."

"Let's do it Damon. Let's move to Blacksburg together. I'm not ready to just, let you go and only see you on weekends. We can have a relationship, without our parent's interference." A month of guilt still had him to afraid to tell her. He needed to though. He needed to say something to her, anything.

"Birdie, um- I uh.. I wanna see you with your cap and gown on. Gone ahead, get up and try it on for me." He said as they lay naked in his bed. "I don't wanna move doodle. Please. Let's just hold this moment forever. I never thought love could feel this good." He kissed her pouty lips while they were aimed at his face. "Come on baby girl. Leme see you and that pretty little behind of yours in the black and gold gown."

She reluctantly stumbled out of the heat of their bodies, wrapped in the tangled sheets, and her nude body on full display until she put the gown on. She modeled the gown and hat and he just melted at the twinkle in her eyes. He watched as she put the gold sash on and the silver for honor roll and principals honor roll. "Eighteen soon. How we gonna celebrate my birthday and graduation this year?"

"Umm, I don't know. I-uh, graduation is in a couple weeks, right? And uh your birthday is in a little over three months."

"Yeah, but I'm old enough to go to, I don't know... Atlantic City, Vegas, South Beach?"

"Who care 'bout those places. They ain't places for a girl like you." She rolled her eyes and took her cap and gown off, and crawled next to him, cuddling his body.

"Birdie, I need you to know, that no matter what ever happens, I love you. Everything I do is for you and, one of these days, I'm gone make you proud. I'm gone get my shit together, so I can take care of you. I promise."

"Why you sayin' all this doodle? What's wrong, is this b'cos I'm leavin'? B'cos if so, just come with me. Get a job in Blacksburg. Quit the factory, they abuse you anyway. We can get a small place near the school and-"

"Baby girl, shh. Just kiss me." He said reaching downward for her lips. He crawled back over her body and started opening her legs with his body. "I just can't get enough of you. I love you, so much." His eyes got very watery and Bonnie became worried.

"Damon, what's the matter? Please. Talk to me."

"Nothin' baby girl. It's just..." (tell her Damon. Tell this beautiful woman you love that you're leaving, tomorrow) "I ain't never been this happy. You're my everything Birdie."

"Then tell me what's wrong." She asked with fearful eyes.

"Make love to me again, baby girl."

"Right now?"

"Right now." He said firmly.

Damon, talk to me. Something's wrong?" Her worry continued to grow.

"No, I just wanna make love to you one more time."

"One more time? What do you mean one more time?" She asked confused...

He stuttered. "I mean, b'cos, I'm gone have to take you home before supper." She tried to sit up and get answers, but he laid her on her back and was already, erect, and without hesitation he pushed into her.

"Ahhh. I'm soar, Damon be gentle. Please." He couldn't hear her, he just need to feel her. Her touches made him feel loved, and every time they connected, she pulled him into her nurturing hold, making him feel protected. But he was an emotional mess right now, and he couldn't hold back.

Bonnie felt his vigor, and his consuming love as he pushed inside of her, and she held onto him. It was different this time. He was very passionate and emotional. His motions were sometimes rougher, sometimes harsher, and sometimes just deepened thrusts that paralyzed her. Caught up in every emotion, he pushes his fears out of himself and into her one last time. She wrapped her loving arms around him, and he made love to her like his life depended on her body for air.

Supper time.

Bonnie walked into the house seeing Kol and Nik sitting in her living room. Damon walked in behind her, looking just as confused as her. "Mr. Mikaelson, Kol...? What'r y'all doing here so late for?" She asked.

"Bonnie is that anyway to greet guests?" Abby said.

"I'm sorry momma, I just, am surprised. We are about to eat supper and-"

"And they are guests. So, set the table."

"Stefan couldn't make it for dinner?" Sheila asked trying to break the tension.

"Uh, no. He started dating Elena and he's eatin' at her house tonight." Bonnie said. "Are y'all stayin' for supper?" She asked, making Kol feel uncomfortable.

"Yes doll. We'll be eating some of your mother's famous cornbread casserole. She brought it to the office one day, and I fell in love." Bonnie looked at him funny. " I mean, with the casserole. It was marvelous."

"Certainly is." Damon said. Garnering Abby's attention.

"Umm, Damon, can I speak to you for a minute while Bonnie gets ready?"

"Yes ma'am." He followed her outside to the porch, and they spoke a couple of minutes and she walked back in the house alone. Bonnie rounded up the supper glass and asked who wanted sweet tea and who wanted lemonade. Everyone wanted sweet tea. She looked around to find Damon, who always wanted lemonade.

"Momma, where's doodle?"

"He left. Something came up."

"What, he wouldn't leave without speaking to me."

"Bonnie, not now okay. He left. It's not a big deal. Okay, he can't always be around baby. It's just dinner." Abby wanted to protect Bonnie, but her making Damon leave was selfish. She told him it was best to rip the bandaid off instead of dragging it out. She said it was best for Bonnie, not having any concern for how it would affect Bonnie. Damon planned to tell her after dinner, but Abby basically put a stop to it.

"Momma, what's he gone eat. He ain't got a momma to cook for him, and I happen to know G is workin' late tonight."

"Bonnie. Not now. Sit down and eat. We have other guests here." Abby's finality made Bonnie remain silent, for the remainder of supper. Apart from few words to Kol. She ate in silence. After dinner, she cleaned alone. Missing Damon's helping her. She wiped down the counter tops and as she was closing shop, she heard her mother call her from upstairs with fury. "Bonnie Get your tail up here this minute!"

Bonnie worried shuffled up the stairs with haste. "Momma what's wrong?"

"If the damn devil done found its way in my house, I swear to the high heavens I will rebuke satin where I stand!" Abby screamed, causing Sheila to stumble into the room.

"What is the meaning of all of this chile?"

"Momma, what is wrong? Why are you-"

Bonnie was cut off when her momma bent down to the floor under her bed and picked up a small gold package shaped like a square. Bonnie's face went pale and her eyes turned from confusion to fear and Abby's vein in her temple was throbbing.

"Abigail, what on Earth-" Sheila said running into Bonnie's room.

"A CONDOM MOMMA. In Bonnie's room. A got damn condom!"

"Abigail!"

Bonnie had no words, that was the condom Damon couldn't find on prom night. He really brought it, and it fell under her bed. Why would he get gold? Couldn't he have gotten a less noticeable color, was all she thought at the moment.

"What'r you doin' snoopin' 'round my room momma?" Abby's neck snapped back and she spoke again with hostility.

"Little girl, you don't get to ask questions in my house. Why the hell, is this here?"

Bonnie took maybe a second too long, but she also answered quick for a girl without incriminating answers. "Momma, they give them out at school. I obviously don't use them, or I would've been opened, right?"

Abby's raised her hand at Bonnie but it was caught by Sheila. "Momma, don't dare interfere with my disciplining my child. She runnin' round here like a litttle hussie."

"Momma, that's not what I do. It's me, I'm a good girl momma." She pleaded, trying not to show signs of fear.

"I see what this is, it's Damon, ain't it? Can't be Kol, he said you avoid him at all costs, and saw it with my own eyes at supper."

"How dare you? Is that what this dinner was? How pathetic momma. Tryna set me up with that boy? Did it ever occur to you, that if I like someone, I can handle it? Maybe I don't like Kol, momma."

"I heard the way you spoke about that boy the night you came home from prom. You were glowing. Then the next day Damon pops in the picture and boop, let's forget we are so individuals, right? He ain't your keeper Bonnie. You need to learn how to just be a person without him."

"Abby, why don't we calm down and talk about this in the morning." Sheila said trying pull her daughter out of her granddaughter's room.

"No momma, not until Bonnie apologizes for bringing this filth in my house. And cuttin' classes." She said looking at her daughter.

"I'm sorry momma, I'm sorry. I-I'm a good girl. Stop hating me. I can't take it no more." Bonnie said with tears in her eyes. Her lips shook in pain and she looked at her mother pleading. "I'm sick of being the reason you are always angry. Black women don't have enough stereotypes, now you gotta have the single mother stereotype too?"

SLAP!

Abby's hand slapped Bonnie so hard, it echoed in the house. Abby wasn't having some back talking child, and some ungrateful teenager speak to her that way. Bonnie was angered by that SLAP. She felt betrayed by her own mother, who never asked questions before reacting. She looked at Abby and spoke in anger.

"I'm not sorry for bringing that into this house, and I'm not sorry for having sex without it either."

SLAP!

"Bonnie?" Sheila sighed with grief.

"How dare you? You ungrateful, little sinner." Abby spat out with anger.

"I'd rather be an ungrateful little sinner, then and unloving widowed, mother."

"Abigail, Bonnie. Stop this now." Sheila said.

"Unloving, widowed, mother?" Abby repeated. Almost ready to slap her again.

"Yeah. You hate me. Since my daddy died. You keep me locked away in the house. You only let me hang out with the neighbor boys then have nerve to get mad when they become my best friends. You don't let me do teenage things, and I still have to go to bed at ten. I'm gone be eighteen and I'm off to college. You haven't once asked about my major, or my interests, or anything. Just that I stay close to home, so you can keep an eye on me. Yeah, I'm on the honor roll momma, I got principals honors and am graduating with a 3.9 GPA, only shy of a 4.0 because I was unable to participate in a major exam when I was sick. Oh, wait, no I was t sick. That the excuse you made me give when you were depressed, and didn't take me to school for a week, and my absences went unexcused. I had to lie and tell them I was sick, because sometimes you just didn't think about how I felt. I had to hold everything in to hold you up. I'm the daughter, holdin' up the momma."

Bonnie let out more tears, and this was the first-time Abby had seen her cry in years. She trembled from the inside out and looked away from her mother, who was truly speechless and she palmed her own face concealing her emotions. Wiping her hands upwards into her hair, Abby didn't know what to say.

"Bonnie-" Abby reached out to her daughter and Bonnie held her hand up and turned her back on her.

"Come on Abby. She needs space." Sheila walked Abby out shutting Bonnie's door. Bonnie waited for hours hoping Damon would knock on her window. She sat in the dark room in her bed, waiting. She called his cell phone and he didn't answer. She didn't leave any messages or texts. She figured she'd call him again in the morning, so he could take her to school.

Once the morning came, she didn't hear from him. So, she called him, and got no answer. Stefan. She sat in her room with the phone to her ear listening to Stefan speak. He told her how Damon left, and he had no idea until this morning either. He, was in shock, when G came home and told him he just took Damon to the airport. Her mouth dropped down she covered it with her hand. She cried silently in her bedroom. Damon left.

The cold emotions of what happened with her mother, filled her heart with darkness. She saw her hands shake and she thought she was stuck in a terrible nightmare. She looked around her room and the vision became blurred as the tears sat still in her eyes fogging up her vision. It all felt surreal and hollow inside. She looked out of her window at his house and nothing made sense. He wouldn't just leave without telling her. Right?

But he did. He left, and it would be four weeks before Damon called anybody. But it was Stefan, not Bonnie. Stefan told her Damon got his first phone call and he made it through his first phase of basic training. He told Stefan to tell Bonnie he loved her and he'd call her as soon as he could. After that phone call, Bonnie ran to the bathroom and threw up all the contents of her breakfast. Feeling sick to her stomach, she decided she needed to stay home from going to the farmer's market with her mother.

Two weeks after graduating high school, and 6 weeks until she left for Blacksburg to start college, and 8 weeks until she turned eighteen. All she felt, the need to stay in bed. She was nauseous throughout the day. Nothing about celebrating or being happy was on her mind.

He abandoned her.

Present Day...

The small hint of the sun hit Damon's face waking him up. He looked to his side and she was still lying next to him, peacefully sleeping. Either that, or blissfully warn out. After countless orgasms, and positions, they tired each other out. He looked as her body lay stomach side down, the juicy fat of the side of her breast caught his attention, and he wanted her breast against him. So, he lifted her body to face him and he held her in his arms. She rested her arm in a bent position on his chest as they lie face to face. He refused to go back to sleep. He wanted to feel her heart beat, and her breathing while she lay asleep in his bed. Every time he held her, he remember how he abandoned her, more than once. Then he'd become insecure, wondering if she'd ever forgive him.

Excerpt from Pt 7:

"Damon, there is someone more important in my life now. He's gorgeous. He's kind, and loving and every moment I spend with him, I know there's nothing I'd rather do in this world than to make him happy. He is everything to me. And I know, he'll never leave me." She said with a straight face.

He stares at her some more and stood up, and looked her in the eyes. "I'll tell you what, when I see him, I'll believe it. Until then, it'll always be me."

A/N- I Hope you like the chapter. Understand this story will continue to highlight the complicated relationship between Bonnie and Damon and it will not always be pretty. This chap may have seemed like it was just "sex" but it was really just to highlight how easily these two connect, and how natural their bond is, and how much love is between them despite the things they have been through. But there is still unresolved conflict. There will be some ugly moments. Same with Abby Bonnie. As you can see Abby didn't let Damon say good bye to Bonnie. There will be more dynamics of every relationship to come in this story. Especially more Ginny if you'd like, Im trying to build Ginny up slowly. Thanks for your reviews and support!