The Untold Secrets of Bonnie and Enzo, based off the secrets series.
Chapter Three
Bonnie
"So that was Enzo?" Rebekah wanders around her kitchen as she tightens a loose ribbon on the waist of her floral dress. "He's even cuter than in your picture."
"Yep, that would be Enzo." Bonnie kick a box across the stained linoleum floor and flip the light on. It looks the same; eighties themed colors, wicker chairs around the glass table, and yellow and tan colored countertops.
"So just your dad lives here?" Rebekah circles the small kitchen and her gaze lingers on the countertop next to the kitchen sink where empty bottles are lining the wall.
"Yeah. My older brother moved out as soon as he graduated." Bonnie adjust the handle of her bag and head for the stairway. The house smells like rotten food and smoke.
"So where's your dad?" Rebekah wonders as they climb up the stairs.
"I'm not sure," Bonnie tried to avoid the truth, because knowing him very well he's probably at the bar.
"Okay, where's your mom?" she kept probing. "You never told me where she lives."
Rebekah doesn't know much about her and it's how she wanted it. Leaving her new friend in the dark, about her mom, her brother - everyone in this aspect of her life - has allowed Bonnie to transform into someone who doesn't have to deal with her personal problems.
"My dad works nights," Bonnie make up a story. "And my mom moved out quite a while ago. She lives up in New York."
She leans forward to study a portrait of her mother displayed on the wall; they shared the same dark colored hair, button nose, and almond shaped eyes. Her smile was just as fake as Bonnie's, too. "Is this your mom?" Rebekah asks and Bonnie gave her a nod. "She looks just like you."
Her chest tightens and she quickly trot to the top of the stairway. At the end of the hall, the bathroom door is wide open. The corner of the porcelain tub and the stain on the tile floor is in her line of vision. Bonnie heart constricts tighter as the memories flood her. She was suffocating with panic.
"Baby girl," she said. "I'm going to go take a nap, just for a little while. I'll be back in just a bit."
Her knees tremble as she shut the door. Bonnie's chest opens up and oxygen flows through her lungs again.
"So where does your brother live?" Rebekah peers inside her brother's room full of drums, guitar picks, CDs, and records. There's a bunch of band posters taped to the wall and a guitar up on a mount.
"I think in Chicago."
"You think?"
Bonnie shrug. "We don't have the best relationship.
Rebekah nods, like she understands. "So is he in a band?"
"I'm not sure if he's still in one. I'm guessing since he left all his music stuff's here, probably not," she say. "He only played because he was friends with Enzo and he's in a band. Or was. I have no idea what he does anymore."
"Bonnie, did you lose touch with everyone in your life?" Rebekah accuses, tucking the pillow under her arm.
Her scrutiny makes Bonnie uncomfortable. Avoiding confrontation, she turn on her bedroom light and shudder at the sight. It's like a museum of her past. Sheets of her artwork are tacked to the walls, trimmed with a black skeleton border Enzo put up when they were twelve to make her room more "manly." A collection of guitar picks line the far dresser and there is a pile of her boots in the corner. By the side of the bed she saw a plate with a half-eaten cookie over there, which was now growing mold.
She toss the cookie into the trash. Has her father not been in here since she left?
Rebekah picks up a guitar and plops down on the bed. "I didn't know you played." She positions the guitar on her lap and strums the strings. "I always wanted to learn how to play, but my mom would never let me take lessons. You should teach me."
"I don't play." Bonnie drop her bag on the floor. "That's Enzo's guitar. His initials are on the back."
She turns it over and looks at the initials. "So the hot guy from next door is also a musician. God, I'm about to swoon."
"No swooning over anyone in this neighborhood, okay." she advise, "And since when are you into musicians? I have never, until today, heard you say anything about liking guys who can play the guitar."
"Well if they look like him why the hell not." She points over her shoulder toward Enzo's house, which is visible through the window of her room. "That boy is dripping with sexiness."
Jealousy growled inside Bonnie's chest and she mentally whisper for it to shut up. She pick up a photo of her mom and her at the zoo when she was six. They were happy, smiling, and the sun is bright against their squinting eyes. "There's a blow-up mattress under the bed that you can sleep on if you want."
"Sounds good." She slides the guitar off her lap and goes over to the window, drawing the curtain back. "Maybe we should go to the party. It looks kind of fun."
Bonnie gather her hair away from her eyes before dragging the the air mattress out from under the bed. "No offense, Rebekah, but I don't think you can handle one of Enzo's parties. Things can get a little bit crazy."
She narrows her eyes at Bonnie, insulted. "I can handle parties. It's you that never wanted to go to any of them. Remember that one time I talked you into going with me, you just stood in the corner, drinking water and sulking."
Bonnie flopped down on the bed with her arms and legs slack over the edges. "That party is nothing like a college frat party. They're the kind of parties you wake up from the next day on a park bench with no shoes on and a tattoo on your back, with no recollection of what happened the night before."
"Oh my God, is that how you got that tattoo on your back, the one you refuse to tell me what it means." She lies on the bed next to her friend and they stare at the Chevelle poster on her ceiling.
"It means infinite." Bonnie tug the hem of her tank top down, hiding the tattoo on her lower back, and drape her arm over her forehead. "And I don't refuse to talk about it. I just can't remember how I got it."
Rebekah gives her a sad, puppy dog face and bats her eyelashes. "Pretty please, with a cherry on top. This might be my only chance to go to a party like this. The ones at my old neighborhood consist of limos, fancy dresses and tuxes, and a lot of champagne." When she doesn't respond, Rebekah adds, "You owe me."
"How do you figure?"
"For giving you a free ride here, which took us two days."
"Please don't make me go down there," Bonnie plead, clasping her hands together. "Please."
She rolls onto her stomach and props up on her elbows. "He's an old boyfriend, isn't he? You were lying. I knew it. No one can draw a picture like that of someone they've never loved."
"Enzo and I have never dated." Bonnie insisted with a heavy sigh. "If you really want to go see what these parties are all about, I'll take you down there, but I'm not hanging around for more than five minutes." she gave in because deep down she was curious to check up on the world she had left behind.
Rebekah claps her hands animatedly and squeals, looking out the window one last time. "Holy shit. Someone's standing on the roof."
They say curiosity killed the cat. "Come on, party girl. Let's get this over with."
About fifteen years ago, this town used to be a decent place to live. Then the factory that supplied jobs to almost the entire town shut down. People were laid off and slowly it began to dwindle into the bottomless pit that it is now.
Inside Enzo's house, there were people loitering in the entryway. Bonnie push her way through them and into the kitchen, which is crammed with even more people. On the table is a kegger and enough bottles of alcohol to open a liquor store. The atmosphere is overflowing with the scent of sweat and there are a few girls dancing on the kitchen counters.
People are making out in the corners of the living room where the sofas are shoved to the side, so the band can flare on their instruments, screaming lyrics about their agony and misconception at the top of their lungs. She was surprised Enzo wasn't up there playing with them.
"Holy hell. This is..." Rebekah's blue eyes are round as she gawks at the people jumping up and down in the living room, shaking their bodies and thrashing their heads.
"Like a mosh pit," Bonnie finished for her, shoving a short girl with bleached hair out of her way.
"Hey," the girl whines as her drink spills down the front of her leather dress. "You did that on purpose."
For a split second, she forgot who she was and turned around to blast her with a death glare. But then she remember that she was the calm and rational Bonnie; one that doesn't get into fights and beat up girls at party for even looking at her wrong.
"What, preppy girl?" She pats her chest, ready to throw down. "You think you fucking scare me."
Rebekah bites her thumbnail. "We're sorry. She didn't mean to."
Chants fill the living room and the chaos is giving her a headache. "Sorry," Bonnie strained an apology and squeeze between her and the wall.
She snickers at her and the blonde's friends join in with her laughter as they sashay to the back door. It takes everything she have not to turn around and tackle the bitch to the floor.
Rebekah made a beeline for the bar set up on the counter, dumps a drop of vodka into a cup, and mixes it with a splash of orange juice. "Okay, that was intense. I thought she was going to kick your ass."
"Welcome to the currently new Mystic Falls." Bonnie shout over the music. "The Land of the Extreme and Poverty-stricken, where the youth roams free without sober parentals and try to start fights wherever they can."
She laughs, takes a gulp of her drink, and her face pinches at the bitterness. "Try... " She starts, then coughs. She pounds her hand against her chest.
"Are you going to make it?" Bonnie asked cracking a smile. Rebekah has never been a big drinker.
She nods and clears her throat. "I was going to say try growing up where you have to get permission to wear a certain styles and designers." Bonnie give her a mystified look and she adds, "If it wasn't up to my mother's fashion standards I wasn't allowed to wear it."
Bonnie edge out of the way of a guy with blotchy skin and a beanie covering his head, who doesn't seem to mind that he knocks his shoulder into hers. "I'm sure it wasn't that bad growing up where you did. I mean, at least there was some control."
"Yeah, a bit too much," she says uneasily and her eyes quickly scan the room. "I can't believe there's a live band. It's like being at an outside concert."
"What? They don't have live bands in New Orleans?" Bonnie joke with a small smile still plastered on her face as she poured herself a cup of water. "One's that take place outside?"
Rebekah stirs her drink with a straw. "Not these kinds of bands. Think much more mellow, with a stage and seats to watch."
"Sounds like fun to me." Bonnie oblige a smile and glance at her watch. "Are you about ready to go?"
"Are you joking?" Sucking the drink out of the straw, Rebekah hops on the counter and crosses her legs. "We just got here. Why would we want to go? In fact, we should go dance."
Bonnie's eyes finds the living room, where a guy with dreads smashes his head against the glass plate of a cabinet in the corner and everyone cheers.
"You can if you want, but I'm good." she gulp her water. "I like all my bones intact."
Leaning against the counter, she scan through the crowd, curious to see where Enzo is. Occasionally he would bail on his own parties, either to hook up with a random girl or just get some quiet. Bonnie would always find him hiding out on a lawn chair, and every-time he'd pull her in his lap and they would stare up at the night sky, talking about an unreachable future.
This time she spot him in the corner, sitting on the couch with his arm draped around some blonde girl with boobs popping out of her dress. His hair hangs in his eyes and he's nibbling at his lip ring, driving the girl crazy she was sure. It's hard to tell if Enzo's enjoying her company or not. He was always difficult to read when it came to girls because he never really looked interested in any of them, but sometimes he would end up with them for the night.
Bonnie asked him about it once and he said it was all fun, but that he was just killing time until she gave into her inner desire to be with him. She of course tackled him to the ground and it made him laugh.
"Why do you have that look on your face? Like you're undressing someone with your eyes?" Rebekah asks, following her gaze. "Oh, is that lover boy. "
Bonnie's eyes darted from Enzo. "I wasn't looking at anyone, just the madness in the living room."
"Yeah, right," she says, elevating her eyebrows. "You totally want him. I can see it on your face."
"Well, I'll be damned if it isn't the infamous Bonnie B!" Damon Salvatore grins from the other side of the counter, just behind Rebekah. He stumbles around the corner, nearly clipping his head on the low ceiling. Before she can respond, he has her trapped in an awkward hug with his long arms that are tracked with tattoos. His grey shirt smells like an ashtray and his breath like beer. "Does Enzo know you're here in his house?"
Bonnie lies breezily, very aware of where Enzo is and what he's doing. "I'm pretty sure he saw me walk in."
"I doubt that. He's been looking for you since you left." He glances over his shoulder and nods at Rebekah, then tips in toward Bonnie. "You know he's been a wreck ever since you took off. You really fucked up his head, Bon Bon."
"That's such a lie," she tell him. Damon and her have never really gotten along very well, which is why the hug confused her so much. They both had the same straightforward attitude and could hardly get along for longer than five minutes. The only reason they were sort of friends at all was because of Enzo. Although, there was one time they did bond for a split second, but they never talk about it. "Enzo doesn't fall apart over anyone. I know him better than that."
His face is flushed and his crazy blue eyes were bloodshot. "I guess you don't know him as well as you think then, because he's been a mess. In fact, all he's done for the last few months is search for you."
"Which explains the party," she retort. "I'm guessing that classifies as that."
"First one in five months," he says. "And I think he only did it because he found out where you were and needed a distraction."
"I know him better than you do, Damon, and he doesn't fall apart over girls," she say, but cringe at the fact that she might not know him anymore. A lot can happen in eight months. "Hey, Beka, we should go. It's getting late."
She glances at her fairly new Rolex and rolls her eyes. "It's like nine thirty."
"You're leaving already?" He waves his hand in the air. "That's nonsense talk right there. You haven't even seen Enzo yet and he's gonna be super pissed if he misses seeing you, especially since you ran away from him in the driveway."
"Actually, I think we're going to hang out for a little while longer," Rebekah presses with relentless eyes. She mouths, he's hot. Then she fastens her hands together. "Please, Bonnie. Pretty please."
Damon wasn't Rebekah's type. He's got baggage almost as heavy as hers. She start to protest when Enzo's deep voice floats over her shoulder and tickles her skin. Without being able to help it, she let out a soft moan.
"Yeah, pretty girl, stay a little longer." His fingers comb through her hair as he whispered, "You smell so good. God I've missed your smell."
"I have to get up really early in the morning." Bonnie clears her throat and Rebekah's eyebrows furrow. "I need to go home and get some sleep."
He places his hand on the counter, so the crook of his arm is touching her hip. "You can keep trying to avoid me," he breathes in her ear, taking a nip at her earlobe. "But sooner or later you're going to have to talk to me." His breath reeks of beer and his clothes of smoke.
Refusing to crack at the sound of his sexy voice, she turn and face him. "I don't have time to get drunk and act like an idiot."
He's even more gorgeous under the light and more irresistible, even though his eyes are glossed over. "It's your fault I'm drunk, you drive me crazy." His voice gave a soft purr, the same voice he's used on her many times to get what he wants, the voice that makes her feel alive inside. "Baby, come on. Please. We need to talk." He leans in to kiss her.
The suddenness throws her off balance and Bonnie trip over her own feet. "Enzo, stop it." she gently push him back and he staggers into the edge of the counter. "You're drunk. And I'm going home."
"She's acting weird... like she's way too calm," Damon remarks, with a wave of his finger. "And she's dressing like that girl we use to go to school with. What's her name?" He snaps his fingers. "Care... Caroline..."
"Forbes," she say exhausted. "And I look like a girl that went away to college and grew the hell up."
Rebekah slants forward. "Bonnie's been this way since I've known her, but I'm really curious what she used to look like with the way everyone keeps talking about her because I can't picture her any other way besides this."
Enzo and Damon trade drunken looks and then howl with laughter. The room quiets down a little as people glance in their direction.
"What's so funny?" Rebekah frowns and looks to her for help. "I'm so lost."
"Nothing. They just think they're funny." she dodge around Enzo, but he seizes her elbow and hauls her back against his chest. "Hey relax, darling." He kisses her forehead and gives her his innocent face. "Please don't go. I just got you back."
Before Bonnie took off, the boundaries of their friendship were starting to blur. She thought time would fix this, but it seems like they were back to where they started. As much as Bonnie would love to melt into him, she couldn't lose her control.
"No one's got me back. I'm just here for summer break and only because I didn't have money to rent an apartment on my own," she says and his expression falls. "The Bonnie you knew is gone. She died on that bridge eight months ago."
He blinks, as shocked as she am. His lips part then he clasps them shut, struck speechless.
"I didn't mean that," Bonnie say quickly. "I'm sorry, Enzo. I just can't deal with this."
"Don't be sorry for being real," he says, rubbing his forehead with the back of his hand.
She force the lump in her throat down. "I'm sorry," she say again, and then weave through the crowd and out the back door, inhaling the fresh air.
"What's your problem?" Rebekah asks as she catches up with Bonnie at the edge of her driveway. She squashes her plastic cup and tosses it into the trash can on the back porch. "I'm so confused. What just happened?"
"I needed to get out of there before I lost it." Bonnie don't slow down until she was in her room, where she just shut the the window locking out the noise.
Rebekah watches her with inquisitiveness as she pulls her hair back into a bun. "Damon and Enzo act like you used to be someone else. Like this isn't the real you. Want to explain?"
"Not really." Bonnie push away from the door and collect some pajamas from the duffel bag. "I'm going to go take a shower. Do you need anything from downstairs?"
"Yeah, for you to tell me why those guys have you so shook." She unclips her watch and tosses it into her purse that's on the bed. "I've never seen you so worked up like that. You basically had an orgasm when you first saw him."
"I did not," Bonnie said, embarrassed and annoyed. "And you haven't seen me that worked up because I'm not that person anymore."
"Except for when you're around him," she insinuates. "When you were talking to him, there was something in your eyes I've never seen before. You were always so closed off to all the guys at parties and in school. Honestly, I thought you were a virgin. But the way you and Enzo were looking at each other - you've had sex with him, right?"
Pressing her lips together, she tuck her pajamas under her arm, and shake her head. "No, Enzo and I've never slept together, just like we've never dated. But we've been friends since we were kids."
She sat down on the bed and unhooks her sandal. "But you've had sex before?"
Bonnie just squirms in her skin at this question. "I'm going to go get ready for bed."
"Whoa, wait a second." Rebekah leaps off the bed wearing one shoe and jumps in front of the door with her hands spread out to the side. "Are you saying that you've never had sex? Ever."
Bonnie was struggling for words she'll understand. "It's not like I'm waiting until I get married or anything. It's just... Look there's a lot you don't know about me and sometimes I have a hard time getting close to people."
She's not surprised. "Well, obviously. That's totally been a given from day one."
"What do you mean?" Bonnie question. "I've never told anyone that before." Not even Enzo.
"It means sometimes I can see right through you Bonnie." She sighs and counts down on her fingers. "I've been your roommate for eight months and all I know about you is you're focused on school, you hate to drink, hate being around large crowds, and have never went on a date. I barely know you and being here, I'm starting to wonder if I know you at all."
Rebekah knew the Bonnie she wanted her to know. "Can you let me by? I'm really tired."
Rebekah gave her a disbelieving look, but doesn't press. She steps aside and lets her by. Relief washes over her because she don't want to get into it with her. Not tonight. Not ever.
Bonnie never wants to get into the night that changed her life forever.
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