The Untold Secrets of Bonnie and Enzo, based off the secrets series.
Chapter Seven
Bonnie
Jamie's got his music blasting upstairs at full volume, while Bonnie starts picking up the garbage in the kitchen, avoiding the confrontation of seeing him again. Propping the trash can against her hip, she drags her arm along the counter, pushing a line of bottles into it.
Bonnie pulls out the bag and tie the string shut, holding it far away from her. "God, this shit stinks."
"Still cleaning up after dad, I see." Jamie enters the kitchen. He was nicely dressed in slacks and a button down shirt. His brown hair was now cut short and it showed off the scar on the top of his forehead, where she had hit him during a game of baseballl. "Nothing changes around here, even when you leave for a year." He opens the fridge and steals a beer. "Although, you do look different. Did you finally clean up your act sis?"
"Do you really care if I did?" she dragged the garbage bag toward the back door. "I think you made it perfectly clear the last time you were here that you don't give a shit what happens to me."
He pops the cap off the bottle. "Are you still upset about that?"
"You told me I killed our mom," Bonnie said quietly. "How could I be over that?"
He sips his beer and shrugs. "I thought you left so you could move on with your life, not hold on to the past."
Bonnie took a deep breath. "I didn't move on. I bailed just like you did."
"I ran away for the same reason you did Bonster, because staying here means dealing with the past and our pasts are the kind that need to be locked away and never revisited again."
"You mean dealing with mom's death. And the fact that it was my fault she's dead. Or that I'm responsible for her death."
He peels at the beer bottle label. "Why do you always have to be so damn blunt about everything? It makes talking to you unbearable you know."
She was changing back into her old ways and she need to collect herself quickly. Opening the back door, Bonnie toss the garbage bag onto the back steps. "Do you want to go get some dinner or something? We could go out to Grove Hill where no one really knows us."
Jamie shook his head, gulps down the rest of the beer, and then tosses the empty bottle into the trash. "Look, the only real reason I came back was to get the rest of my things, then I'm out. I got stuff to go back to that's more important than family drama and alcoholic fathers."
Jamie leaves her in the kitchen and a few seconds later, the music is turned up louder. It's an upbeat rhythm and it drives her crazy, so Bonnie cranked on the kitchen radio, blasting "Alive" by Sia.
She starts sweeping up the kitchen, blocking out her brother's words. He always liked to nitpick her apart, which was fine, but at her mother's funeral, he crossed a line they could never come back from.
The back door swung open and the wind rushes in as her dad stumbles into the kitchen. His shoes were untied and muddy, his jeans were torn, and his red shirt had been stained with dirt and grease. His hand was wrapped with an old rag that's soaked in blood.
Dropping the broom onto the floor, Bonnie rushed to him. "Oh my god, dad are you okay?"
He flinches from her and nods his head, walking unsteadily to the sink. "Just cut myself on the job. No big deal."
Bonnie turns down the music. "Dad, you weren't drinking at work, were you?"
He turns the faucet on and his head slumps over. "The guys and I had a couple of shots during lunch break, but I'm not drunk." He removes the rag and sticks his hand under the water, letting out a relieved sigh as the water mixes with his blood. "Is your brother home? I thought I saw his car in the driveway."
Bonnie grabs a paper towel and clean up the blood he got on the counter and on the floor. "He's upstairs packing up some stuff."
He dabs his hand with a paper towel, wincing. "Well, that's good I guess."
She leans over to examine his hand. "Do I need to take you to the doctor? That looks like it might need stitches?"
"I'll be fine, sweetheart." He grabs a bottle of vodka, takes a swig, and then saturate his hand with it.
"Dad, what are you doing?" she reaches for the first aid kit above the sink. "Use the rubbing alcohol from the first aid kit."
Breathing through clenched teeth, he wraps up his hand with a paper towel. "See, good as new."
"It can still get infected." she takes out the kit and set it on the counter. "You should really let me take you to a doctor."
He stares at her for a moment with his eyes full of hurt and agony. "God, you look so much like her, it's just crazy... "He drags his feet as he walks out the doorway and into the living room. Seconds later, Bonnie heard the television click on and the air fills with smoke.
Her phone vibrates in her pocket, there's the voicemail from Enzo from yesterday that she still hadn't listened to and a new text message from him.
Her hand trembles as she read it over and over again, then finally respond. Bonnie tosses the phone onto the counter and focus on cleaning because it's simple. And simple is just what she wanted.
Enzo
He jostled into Bonnie's house. Something bad happened, probably because of her prick of a brother. Bonnie was scrubbing down the counters with the same amount of energy as a drummer. Her hair is pulled up, but pieces hang loose in her face. She had the music on, so she didn't hear him come in. He walks up behind her, wanting to touch her, but instead he turned the music down.
She drops the paper towel she is holding and staggers around. "You scared the hell out of me." She presses her hand to her chest. "I didn't hear you come in."
"That's kind of obvious." he searches her green eyes, crammed with so much misery.
She fidgets with a stack of plates and carries them over to the cupboard before backtracking to the sink. She was wounded up over something, he watches as she collects the plates from her hand and set them in the sink. "Do you want to tell me what's got you all worked up?"
Tapping her fingers on the sides of her legs, she shakes her head. "I should have never sent you that text. I don't know why I did it."
She starts to turn away from him, but Enzo catched the bottom of her shirt. "Bonnie Bennett, stop talking to me like we're business associates. I know you better than anyone and I know when something's bothering you."
"I said I was fine." Her voice was tight as she forces back the tears. The poor girl never lets herself cry, even when her mom died.
"No, you're not," he steers her by the shoulders toward him. "And you need to let it out."
She stares at the floor. "I can't."
Enzo tucks his finger under her chin and raise her head up, looking into her eyes. "Yes, you can. It's killing you inside."
Her shoulders quivers and she lets her head fall against his chest. He rubs her back and tell her it would all be okay. It's not much, but it's enough for the moment.
Finally she pulls back and her face is unreadable. "Where's Beka?"
"I left her up with Damon at the shop." Enzo sat down on the kitchen table that's stacked with unopened bills. "She's supposed to come back here when her car is fixed."
She gazes out the window, lost in her thoughts. "She could just go home after Damon's done. She doesn't need to come back here."
"Where does she live?"
"In New Orleans."
"Then she probably shouldn't leave tonight." Enzo glance out the window at the sun setting. "It's late and she's going to be driving by herself, right?"
Bonnie nods, spaced out as she twists her hair around her finger. "And I worry about her making the drive by herself. I mean she practically freaked out when we ran into Jeremy at the restrooms over by the lake."
Enzo's fingers grip the edge of the table. "You ran into Jeremy?"
She lowers her hand from her hair. "Yeah, but it wasn't a big deal. He just acted like himself and you know how that is."
He release the table from his death grip, trying to clear the anger out of his head. No matter what Bonnie says, Jeremy never should have left her on the bridge that night when she was that out of it.
He stretches his legs out and changed the topic of the conversation. "How did you end up becoming friends with Rebekah?"
She bites down on her lip, contemplating. "We were roommates." She shrugs, letting her lip pop out from her teeth and it was driving him crazy because all he wanted to do was bite down on it himself. "She was really nice and different from all my old friends here and I wanted a change."
Enzo hops off the table and moves in front of her. "Change is good, but completely shutting down is a whole other story, Bonnie, have you... Did you ever talk to anyone about what happened with your mom?"
Her shoulders stiffen and she turns for the doorway, preparing to leave. "That's none of your business."
Enzo block her path. "Yes it is. I've known you forever, so I get full rights to know what's going on inside that head of yours."
Her eyes narrows and she puts her hands on her hips. "Get out of my way, Lorenzo St. John."
"What is it with you using my full name?" Enzo says. "Before, when you'd get mad at me, you'd just call me a dickhead."
"I don't use words like that anymore," she says flatly. "I'm nicer than that."
"Really?" he accuses. "Because you sure seem pissed off at me all the time."
"I'm trying not to be," she fumes. "But you're making it very hard for me."
"Alright, you need a time out. I've had enough of your stubborn shit." He picked her up by the waist and threw her over his shoulder.
She lets out a startled gasp, and pounds her fists onto his back. "Dammit Enzo, put me down!"
Ignoring her, he walks out the back door and down the empty driveway. He thought about grabbing her ass just because he could, but he was afraid she might bite him... although, that wasn't a bad idea.
"Enzo," she complains furiously. "Put me down!"
His mom steps out of the house as he carried Bonnie toward the garage. She was dressed in a black dress a little too short for her age. Her highlighted hair was fluffed up like a poodle and her makeup heavily caked on. She must have a date tonight.
She stopped on the top of the steps and tilts her head to the side to get a better look. "Bonnie B, is that you?"
Bonnie stops fussing and lifts up her head to look at his mom. "Hi, Ms. St John. How are you?"
"Hi, honey, I'm doing good... but is there a reason Enzo's carrying you like that?" she questions. "Are you hurt?"
Bonnie shakes her head. "No, I'm fine. Enzo just thinks he's funny."
Which means she secretly likes what he was doing, but won't admit it.
"Actually, I'm taking her for a ride," he says slyly, inching his hand up the back of Bonnie's leg, and she slaps the back of his head playfully. "I'm taking you for a ride in my car. And you think I'm the pervert?"
His mom sighs, shaking her head, and opens her purse. "Well, it's nice to see you two together again." She takes out her car keys and her heels click as she walks down the steps. "Enzo, missed you very much while you were gone."
"Bye mom," he waves her off, heading for the garage again, as his mom climbs into her Dodge Avenger parked on the street near the curb.
"Is she going on a date?" Bonnie asks curiously.
"She's been going on a lot of dates lately." he swung open the car door and set her down in the passenger seat.
She tries to climb out. "I'm not going anywhere tonight Enzo."
He gently push her back into the seat. "I'm not going to let you sit around in your room sulking, while your brother's around. Let's go out and have some fun."
She pauses, crossing her arms over her chest and her boobs nearly pop out of her top. "But I need to be there when Beka comes back. I can't just let her come back to Jamie and my dad passed out on the couch."
"I'll take care of it." Enzo rips his gaze from her tits, taking out his cell phone, and texts Damon.
Lorenzo: taking bon up to the back road. wanna get rebekah and meet us up there?
Bonnie slumps back into the seat. "What are you up to?"
He holds up his finger. "Just a sec."
Salvatore: yea man, that sounds cool...
Lorenzo: is rebekah up for it though? make sure, don't just assume anything.
Salvatore: yeah she said she's good, but is Bon ok with going back up there?
Lorenzo: we'll see when we get there.
Salvatore: fuck enzo, she's gonna kill you
Lorenzo: we'll see you there.
Enzo stuffs his phone into the back pocket of his jeans and close her side of the door before climbing into the driver's seat.
"Where are you taking me?" she asks, trying to appear annoyed but curiosity seeps through her eyes.
"It's a surprise." Once the garage door was opened, he peels down the driveway. "And Rebekah and Damon are going to meet us there."
"A surprise, huh?" she mulls it over. "I'm not a fan of surprises."
His lips spread to a grin. "You're such a liar."
She stays silent and he knew he won this round, which was rare, but he'd take it. With a swift crank of the steering wheel, Enzo align the car onto the road and spun the tires off into the night, happy because he managed to chip away a tiny piece of that armor she's wearing.
Happy Sunday everyone, thanks once again for all the reviews, it really motivates me to push out these chapters. How do ya'll feel about Jamie? And Bonnie is getting warming to Enzo again. Next chapter will be a treat for you all, I promise.