The Untold Secrets of Bonnie and Enzo, based of the secrets series.

Warning: suicide, slightly morbid.

Chapter 13

Enzo

They ended up racing home. Enzo let her win, even though he would of loved to have the favor, which would include lots of dirty things that she wasn't ready for. So now he owes her a favor and she tells him she has to think about it, with this little tease in her voice that made him grin.

They parted ways at their houses and she leaves him with the promise she'll try to come over later tonight. She's slowly changing back into the girl he knew, although that night still haunts her eyes, but he wasn't sure she'll ever really get over it completely.

It was still raining and lightning like hell, which meant the party was going to have to take place inside. Enzo and Damon dragged the wet keggers inside and stand them on the kitchen table. There was a note tacked on the wall from his mom, telling him she was going to be home late.

Damon started rummaging through the cupboards for some food. "What band's playing?"

"Sarah's." Enzo head to his room to change and get his guitar. "Answer the door if anyone knocks."

In his room, Enzo tugs on a grey t-shirt and pull a black pin-striped shirt over it. He slipped on a pair of black jeans and put on a studded belt. Then he grabbed his guitar and text Sarah.

When u planning on heading over?"

Soon. Why? You waiting on us to tell us some super exciting news.

I haven't decided yet.

Don't turn it down. It's a great opportunity.

I'm not sayin yes or no. See u in a bit.

When Sarah took him backstage at the coffeehouse, she first proposed the idea that he should replace their guitarist and hit the road with them. At first, he was all for it. It's what he's wanted to do since he was twelve and rocked out with Damon and Jamie in the garage. But then he thought back to Bonnie's sad eyes and doubt washed over him.

The doorbell rings and he head to the living room to get the party started and clear his head for one night.

Bonnie

By the time she decided to go over to Enzo's, things were already getting out of hand. Cars are parked on the lawn, and garbage cans are tipped over. Someone's even sitting on the roof.

Rebekah talks her into going and they ran up the driveway with their arms over their heads to shield their hair from the rain, but the crowded foyer overwhelms her and Bonnie start to back out.

"Stop being a baby and go in there," Rebekah says, giving her a gentle shove forward. "I want to see the tough girl everyone keeps talking about."

"No, you don't. Trust me," Bonnie tells her. "She was mean and she would have never been friends with you."

"Okay, then show me a happy medium." Rebekah had a dark blue, strapless dress on that matches her shoes and her blonde hair rests on her shoulders in curls, which have slipped loose because of the rain. "You can change yourself without losing your identity completely."

Bonnie turns away from the crowd toward her. "Why have we never talked like this before?"

She smiles sadly. "Because you would never let us."

Rebekah says something else, but the music stifles her words. Bonnie fans the smoke from her face and step into the kitchen. Holding the bottom of her black skirt, she maneuver through the crowd toward the table. She loses Rebekah for a moment, but when the crowd thins, Rebekah stumbles out, stomping on a guy's foot with her high heel.

She curses, fussing with her hair. "Has Enzo ever heard of a little thing called air conditioning?"

"He probably forgot to turn it on!" Bonnie shouts over the music. "Wait here. I'll go turn it up."

She squeezes through the crowd toward the living room and the band. The music is deafening and Bonnie realize it's Enzo playing with Sarah. They're sharing the microphone and he looks like he's enjoying himself. She stopped in the middle of the room and watched him from the crowd. He was gorgeous under the light with his hair hanging in his eyes as he spills out his lyrics to people and strums on the guitar.

She backed through the room and into the hall. There's a couple making out in front of the thermostat. The music quiets down and then starts up again as she gently guide them over and they move out of her way without breaking their lips from each other. Fanning her face, she turned up the cold air. Suddenly, long arms encircle her waist and the scent of him fills her chest.

"I thought you were playing," Bonnie yelled over the music with her hand pressed to her heart.

"I was, but I took a break to see you." His breath smells like beer.

Bonnie scrunch up her nose. "Are you drunk?"

"I've only had one beer," he says. "I'm just excited to see you."

"And to be playing again," she stated.

Enzo's smile was huge and it makes her happy for a moment. "Yeah, that too. I saw you watching me."

Bonnie shrugs, playing it off. "I'm glad you're happy. You looked sad earlier at the drive-in."

His hand finds her hip and he grips it tightly, sending heat through her body. "I'm even happier now that you're here."

She relaxes against the wall. "You know I've heard you use that pickup line on girls before, right?"

"Come on, let me have some fun with you," he begs with a tease in his voice. "Pretend like you don't know any of my moves."

"You want me to pretend like I'm someone else?" she questioned. "Haven't you been telling me to do the opposite?"

The reflection of the light dances in his eyes as he leans forward and wisps of his hair brush her cheek. "Just be the girl I used to know. The one that had fun and laughed all the time."

"That girl would have never pretended with you, even if you requested her to."

"I know that."

His other hand found her waist and his body slants toward her. Glancing from left to right, she slide her hands up his firm chest and link them around his neck. Then Bonnie pulled herself onto him and hitch her legs around his waist. His expression was stoic, but he lets out a growl and his lips come down hard on hers. Their chests press together as he thrusts his body into her. Their tongues connect, feeling each other thoroughly. Bonnie's back is pressed into the thermostat and her skirt barely covered the top of her thighs. Her head falls back against the wall as he trails kisses down her neck. Her breathing was rapid and so was her pulse. What is he doing to her?

The music stops and Sarah's voice raises over the speakers. "Enzo St. John, get your ass back up here and play right now."

Enzo pulls away, breathless. "I have one more song to play and then you and I are going to pick right back up with this."

Before she could answer, he leaves her in the hall. Touching her lips, she watch him weave back to the stage, knowing if he does pick it up, she's not going to be able to stop it this time. Struggling with the loss of control over her own body, Bonnie wanders back into the kitchen. Rebekah's over by the cooler, sipping on a drink and talking to Damon. Straightening her shoulders, she marches up to the counter and pour herself a drink. Rebekah and Damon's eyes were on her as she knocked one back. The alcohol burns her throat as she slams the cup down on the counter. "Who's up for a game of quarters?"

Two hours and eight shots later, she was feeling pretty good. The band had finished playing and Enzo had joined their game at the table. "This Summer's Gonna Hurt" Maroon 5 beats through the stereo, sensual lyrics and a sultry rhythm and it takes her back to another time.

"I think I'm going to go dance," she announced to the table.

"Ah ha, I knew you secretly liked to dance." Rebekah slams her hand down on the table and then hiccups. "Oh, excuse me."

Damon laughs at her like she's the cutest thing in the world. "Are you reaching your limit little girl?"

Rebekah narrows her eyes impishly at Damon. "I'm not the one who missed the last three shots."

He replies with a comeback, but Bonnie doesn't hear it as she rises from her chair anxious to dance. Enzo watches her inquisitively as she makes a path through the crowd. Faceless people bead with sweat and the air smells like salt and is lit with desirable heat. The farther she descend into the crowd the hotter it gets. By the time Bonnie was in the center, her skin is damp with sweat and the thin fabric of her strapless shirt was sticking to her back.

She raises her hands and sway her hips, letting her hair fall down her shoulders and back. She breathe freely, just like she used to. The more the music plays, the more relaxed she became. Her head falls from side to side and her eyelids drift shut.

Bonnie felt someone move up behind her and they smell of desire mingled with an earthy scent and something mouthwatering.

Enzo places his hands on her hips, his hands domineering. He nearly melts her as he spreads his fingers around her waist and presses his body against hers, wanting as much of her as he can get.

"I thought you didn't dance anymore," he whispers in a feral voice, his warm breath touching every part of her.

Bonnie leans back into him, comfortable, and breathe in his familiar scent. "I guess I'm a liar."

"You didn't use to be." He sweeps her hair to the side and implores their bodies closer as he moves with her. Through the fabric of their clothes, she feels the heat radiating off him like the sun. "In fact, you used to be the most honest person I knew."

Bonnie slant her head back against his chest. "I know, and I'm working on getting it back."

"Good, I'm glad." Enzo's hands slide down her hips and didn't stop until they reach the hem of her skirt. "Weren't you and I supposed to finish what we started in the hall?"

She started to pull away, but he intensifies his embrace and restrains her against him so they were bonded in every way possible. She felt the hardness of his chest and the heat emitting off every single goddamn part of him. It makes her want to moan.

"You're fucking driving me crazy. You know that?" He whispers through a groan as his fingers slip underneath the side of her skirt and up her thighs. "I want you, pretty girl. Badly." He's not lying. His desire is pressed up against the back of her waist.

Bonnie should stop him... He's practically got his hand up her skirt and they were surrounded by a ton of people, but she gives into him, subsiding in his arms, and let his fingers inch higher up her skirt. Slowly, he kisses her skin, before parting his lips and nipping her neck, sucking, tasting, driving her body mad. His other hand wanders upward on the outside of her shirt and over the curve of her breast. She practically came undone in his arms. Without warning, she turns around, slipping out of his grip. She secures her arms around his neck. His eyes darken as he welds their bodies back together.

Bonnie's head falls back, allowing him access as she puts her weight into his lean arms. He holds her tightly, tracking kisses down the hollow of her neck, licking her collar bone, delving lower and lower as his hand sneaks for the bottom of her skirt again and the palm of his hand caresses the back of her thigh.

Enzo groans, cupping the back of her head with his other hand, then suddenly he pulls away. "How drunk are you?"

Bonnie glances from left to right like there's an answer hidden in the crowd. "I don't know."

He sighs and drags his fingers through his hair. "You're killing me, you know that?"

"I'm sorry." she pouts.

He laughs and directs her back over to the table. "Go meet up with Rebekah and I'll be there in a bit, okay."

"Why? Where are you going?" Bonnie asked.

Enzo rubs his hand across his face and lets out a breathy laugh. "I have to go take care of some business."

They parted ways and she goes back to the kitchen like he told her. Rebekah's eyes are accusing as she sat down at the table. Bonnie tries not to smile, but she was too intoxicated to care.

"Look at you," Rebekah says. "All smiley."

Bonnie starts to say something, but spot Enzo talking to Sarah in the middle of the crowd. She laughs at something he says and then the two of them head toward the hall where his bedroom is.

Bonnie guessed that's the business he had to take care of. She got up from the table and without another word she ran outside into the rain.

Enzo

Bonnie was killing him tonight. He's gotten a hard on so bad, it's probably going to take an hour in an ice-cold shower to calm him down and she's drunk, so he can't take it any further. Enzo heads back to his room, to take care of the problem himself, when Sarah meets up with him.

She waves her finger at him and then laughs. "You and I need to talk."

"I still haven't decided!" he shouts over the music.

She takes him by the arm and tugs him down the hall, bumping people out of the way until they reached his room. She shuts the door and flips on the light. "Alright, please explain to me why it's so hard to make the decision about something you've always wanted to do?"

"I'd rather not."

She throws her hands in the air, exasperatedly. "I don't get you. All you used to talk about in high school was playing in a band on the road."

"I still do," he says. "But I'm not sure if I can leave people behind.

Her face relaxes and her hands fall to her side. "I actually get that. I was worried to leave my dad alone, but I talked to him and explained why and you know what? He understood."

"Mine's more complicated, Sarah." Enzo sat down on the bed, wishing she'd leave. "It's not just my mom I'm worried about."

She sits down on the bed beside him and crosses her legs. "It's because of Bonnie."

"Fuck, am I that obvious," Enzo says. "Because I always thought I was subtle."

Sarah snorts a laugh. "You've never been subtle. And it's not just you. It's both of you. But you know what, you can't center your life around one girl. You gotta move on and live life the way you want to."

She doesn't get it. "Yeah, let's not talk about this."

"Alright." She holds her hands up. "Sorry, I'll let you be. I just wanted to give you something to think about."

She pats him on the knee before heading out into the hall. Once the door shuts, he fall back onto his bed. Maybe she's right. Maybe it is time to let go of her.

"Fuck." he needed resolution.

Enzo's eyes wander toward Bonnie's house. It is dark, except for one light. The bathroom where her mother died. That light hasn't been on for eight months. Why is it on now?

Bonnie

9 months earlier...

"You're not seriously going to climb up that tree, are you?" Enzo frowns at her through the dark. He's dressed in a pair of sexy jeans that make his butt look good and his black t-shirt fits him perfectly. "You're gonna break your neck."

Bonnie rubs her hands together and give him a devious look. "You know how much I love a challenge."

From behind him, the moon shines from the sky and his jet black hair nearly glows. "Yeah, but you're a little out of it right now and I don't think you should be climbing up any trees."

"I'll be fine." Bonnie waved him off, pushing the sleeves of her leather jacket up. Enzo always worries about her. She likes that he does, but it doesn't mean she always listens to him. "Besides, if my dad catches me coming in, and he happens to be sober, I'm going to get chewed out for sneaking out and being drunk, especially because I was supposed to be on mom duty tonight."

Gripping a branch, Bonnie attempt to wedge her foot up in the tree. But it falls to the ground and she grunts with frustration. Enzo laughs, shaking his head as he walks around behind her.

"If you break your neck, pretty girl," he says. "It's not my fault."

"You know your nickname for me is not fitting." she grabs the branch again. "You need to think of a new one."

He sweeps her hair to the side and puts his lips beside her ear. "It's completely fitting. You're the most beautiful girl I know, Lady Bennett."

Through her foggy brain, she tries to process what he's saying. "Are you trying to be funny?"

He shakes his head. "I'm being completely serious. But there's no need to panic. I'm sure you'll forget all about it by the time morning rolls around."

Bonnie bobs her head up and down. "You're probably right."

He laughs again and his warm breath tickles her ear, sending a shiver through her body. Bonnie almost turn around, rip open his shirt, and thrust her tongue into his mouth, but she don't want to ruin their friendship. He was all she had at the moment and she needed him more than air. So she bottled her feelings up the best she can.

He spreads his fingers across her waist where her shirt rides up, making the situation a little awkward. "Okay, on the count of three I'm going to boost you into the tree. Be Careful. One... Two... Three..." He lifts her up into the tree and she swing her legs up. The bark scratches at the back of her legs a little and the palms of Enzo's hands cup her ass as he pushes her up the rest of the way. It made her giggle.

Once Bonnie was up, he climbs up himself. His hands reunite with her waist and he assists her up the tree and into the window. She tumble through it and onto the floor with his quiet laughter surrounding her.

"You're going to regret this in the morning," he says with laughter in his voice. "You're going to have a headache from hell."

Bonnie kneels beside the window as he steps back out onto the branch. "Hey, Enzo." she crook her finger at him and he rolls his eyes, but tolerates her and returns to the windowsill. She throws her arms around his neck. "You're my hero. You know that?" She kisses his cheek. His skin is so soft. She started to move away when his head turns toward her and their lips connect briefly. When he pulls back, she can't read him at all.

"Sweet dreams, pretty girl." He grins and climbs back down the tree.

Bonnie's head becomes even foggier as she shuts the window. Did he kiss her on purpose? She shook the thought away and wrestle her arms out of her jacket. The house is silent, except for the sound of flowing water coming from the bathroom. She head out into the hall, figuring her mom's left the bath running again. She does that sometimes when she's distracted. The door was locked, so she knock on it.

"Mom, are you in there?" Bonnie calls out.

Water swishes from inside and she realizes the carpet beneath her feet is sloshy. Bonnie sobered up real quick, and rush to her closet to grab a hanger. Stretching it out, she shove the end into the lock of the bathroom. It clicks and she pushes the door open.

The scream that leaves her mouth could shatter the world's happiness into a thousand pieces. But the silence that follows it is enough to dissolve it completely.

Enzo

"What are you so happy about tonight?" his mom questions when he walked into the house.

"I'm always this happy, Mom." Enzo joins her at the kitchen table and steal a cookie from a plate.

She takes off her glasses and rubs the sides of her nose. There's a calculator, a checkbook, and a whole lot of bills stacked in front of her. "No, I haven't seen you smile like this in a while."

"I just had a really good night." he took out his wallet and hand his mom a couple of twenties and a hundred dollar bill. "Here, this is what I got for working a weekend at the shop."

She shook her head and tosses the money in his direction. "Enzo St. John, I'm not going to take my son's money."

He threw it on top of the bills and push away from the table. "Yes, you are. I want to help out."

"Enzo I - "

"Stop arguing and take it young lady," he warned with humor in his tone.

She sighs, defeated, and collects the money. "You're a good son. Do you know that?"

"Only because I was taught to be." Enzo heads for his room, but hear a scream from outside. He backtrack into the kitchen. "Did you just hear that?"

His mother's eyes are wide as she stares at the back door. "I think it came from the Bennett's house."

A billion different scenarios rush through his head as he run outside, hop the fence, and burst into her house. "Bonnie!"

It's quiet, except for water running upstairs. Enzo dash up the staircase, skipping steps. "Bonnie..." His body chills like ice. Bonnie was standing in the doorway and her mom is in the bathtub filled with red water that's spilling out all over the floor. "Bonnie, what happened?"

She flinches and then turns to him. Her pupils have taken over her eyes and the look on her face will haunt him for the rest of his life.

"I think she killed herself," Bonnie says numbly and holds out her hands, which are smudged with blood. "I checked her pulse and she doesn't have one."

Enzo takes out his cell phone and call 911. When he hang up, Bonnie collapses into his arms and stays there, unmoving until the ambulance shows up. She doesn't cry - she barely breathes and it nearly kills him because he can't do anything to help her.

Been a few weeks. It's taking me awhile to get back, especially after Enzo's death sadly.

Just giving you a background on Bonnie and Enzo this week, her feelings for him over 9 months ago before her mother died.

Do you think Sarah's right? Should Enzo focus on himself instead of so much on Bonnie? Should Bonnie finally let Enzo in or let him go? How are you liking Rebekah and Damon on the side?