Chapter 15

Bonnie

Enzo wouldn't text Bonnie back and it's eating away at her mind. She needed to find out where he was, but Anna was making it difficult. She was a photographer and wanted to take pictures of the different views of their town. Bonnie took her to the lake first because it's the sunnier side of town, so she pulled over at a few different turnouts that gave her various views. When they reached the bridge, Anna got really enthusiastic and wants pictures of it too.

"It has so much history to it," she says. "And it probably carries a lot of memories for people."

Bonnie wondered if Anna was a mind reader on top of a photographer.

A thin cloud of dust surrounds them as Bonnie tapped the brakes and park the car just at the brink of the bridge and Anna hops out with her camera bag on her shoulder. Bonnie and Rebekah trek after her, taking their sweet time, but Bonnie halt at the line that splits the road from the bridge.

"So is this the bridge?" Rebekah asks, watching her through her sunglasses.

Bonnie stared at the spot on the ground where she and Enzo stood kissing in the rain. "Yeah, this is the bridge." With a quiver in her heart, she stepped onto the concrete and walk up to the railing. Gripping the bar, she gazed out at the lake, glistening in the sunlight, so much brighter than that rainy night.

Anna clicks her camera, getting the lake at every angle while Rebekah roams to the other side. The wind blows through Bonnie's hair and she shut her eyes, going back to that night. She'd been cleaning out her mom's medicine cabinet earlier that morning and had come across the bottle of pills her mom taken to keep her delusions under control. Bonnie had wondered if they'd worked for her and how they made her mind see life. So Bonnie took one to see for herself and then headed off with Enzo to a party.

As soon as she'd climbed in his car, he'd sensed something was off with her. "You look out of it," he said. "Maybe we should just stay in tonight."

Bonnie shook her head and motioned for him to drive. Frowning, he drove them to the party, but he kept a close eye on her almost the entire night, following her like a puppy. Usually, she didn't mind, but she grew restless with the desire to figure out what the hell her mother was thinking. So when Enzo got preoccupied by a girl, she cornered Jeremy and asked him to drive her to the bridge. He had happily obliged, thinking he was going to get some.

When they arrived at the bridge it was raining buckets of water. She thanked him politely and told him he could go. He was pissed and started yammering something about why the hell did he drive her out here.

Bonnie shrugged and slammed the door shut, stepping out into the rain. He spun away from the bridge, the tires of his pickup kicking up gravel and mud all over her boots. She walked over to the railing and stepped up onto the curb, observing the water through the veil of rain. But it wasn't close enough, so she stepped up onto the beam just like'd she remembered her doing.

It still didn't make sense why her mom did it—why she thought she could fly and Bonnie didn't think it ever will.

Bonnie jerked away from her reminiscing and concentrate on Anna, who's still snapping pictures, with the long lens of her camera close to Bonnie's face.

"You're a deep thinker," she remarks and clicks her camera again. "And you photograph well."

Bonnie shook her head. "No, I'm not. Not really."

Anna snaps another picture and moves the camera away. "As a photographer I get to see through a totally different eye. I think it makes me see people differently—more clearly."

"Like a mirror?"

"Yeah, kind of."

Anna turns the lens toward the lake and starts snapping pictures of it. Bonnie recline against the railing and scroll through her messages. She only had one, Enzo's voicemail from a few weeks ago. She decided maybe it's time.

Bonnie pressed dial and put it up to her ear.

"Hey Bon, it's Enzo," he says nervously, unlike himself, and sighs "Well, that was a stupid opening line, so pretend you didn't hear that."

A smile tugs at the corners of her lips. That sounds more like him.

"Anyway, I'm kind of irritated that you just took off and haven't called." He pauses and she could hear Damon in the background. "Actually, I'm fucking pissed off. I don't even know what to say. You just bail after everything we've been through. Do you know how crazy I've been wondering where you were or if you were even alive?

Her heart compresses in her chest. She has never heard him so upset.

"You just bailed out on everyone and people need you, even if you don't think so. Alaric's sick—he has cancer and..." He inhales a shaky breath. "I still love you… I don't know what else to say and there's probably not even a point of saying anymore… you won't call me back."

It clicks and the message ends. It's not what she had imagined. She had never once looked at it from his side—how worried he must have been. Bonnie sent him another text, but again, he doesn't respond.

One week passed and she still didn't hear from Enzo. He won't call her or answer her texts, and his phone was going straight to voicemail. His mom had no idea where he was either and she's starting to get really worried.

Ever since Bonnie returned from the bridge, little images of what happened when Enzo picked her up that night have been flickering through her head. Something infinite happened that night, not with Enzo, but with her.

She arrived at the conclusion, while she was sitting out on her porch, staring at his vacant driveway, that it's time to get to the bottom of what's going on with Enzo. There was only one person Bonnie could think of who might know where he was. Damon. And she needed backup.

"What are we trying to get out of him?" Rebekah asked as she drove up to the shop Damon works at.

"Where Enzo is." Bonnie tells her, putting the shifter into park. "And I think Damon might know."

Rebekah's forehead scrunches as she eyed the open garage door. Damon was behind a car being worked on, tossing a screwdriver and catching it like a baseball. "But why am I here?"

"Because you're my backup."

"And what exactly is it you want me to do?"

"I'm not sure yet." Bonnie bit her nail, assessing the situation.

Damon was dressed in a nice pair of jeans and plaid button-down shirt, not his work clothes, which means he could leave if he wants to and he probably will, making this as difficult as possible. Especially if Enzo told him not to tell her.

He tips his head back and laughs at something his dad said. Then his eyes find her dad's car and his expression dropped. Bonnie opened the door and he threw down the tool and runs through the shop. She jogged across the gravel and swing open the front door, leaving Rebekah behind.

Sitting behind the counter was Mrs. Salvatore, Damon's mother who had the same dark hair and blue eyes as Damon. She looked up quickly from a magazine and her eyes brighten.

"Bonnie, is that you?" She gets up from the stool and rounds the counter to give her a hug. "I didn't know you were back, honey."

"For the summer, I am." Her eyes skim the room and the shop. "Is Damon in there?"

She points over her shoulder. "He just ran back into the storage room. You want me to go get him?"

"Would you mind if I did?" she asked politely.

"Sure, hun." She steps aside and lets her behind the counter.

The storage room was lined with rows and rows of shelves holding parts for cars. It's quiet, dark, and the sink has a drip.

"Damon," Bonnie says, shutting the door quietly behind her. "I know you're in here."

Bonnie heard a shuffle from the back corner diagonal from her. She hurries down the tire aisle, peeking through the shelf, and catch him running up the other side. Bonnie skitter backwards, hoping to cut him off at the end by the door.

"Damon will you please talk to me?" Her voice echoes back at her. Looking left then right, she exits the aisle. "Look, I know he told you where he went, so will you please just tell me… or at least tell me if he's okay."

He suddenly reveals himself from an aisle a few rows down. "He told me not to tell you where he was."

Bonnie presses her lips together at the sting in her heart. "I need to know. I'm worried about him."

He props his elbow on the edge of a shelf. "Well, now you know how he's felt for the last eight months."

The painful feeling of reality sinks in. "Please, please, will you just tell me where he is. It's killing me not knowing."

He eyes her over, like he's hunting for her sincerity. "He went to see his dad."

Bonnie's jaw almost hits the floor. "When did he find out where his dad was?"

Damon sighs and leans against the shelf. "He started calling the house a few weeks ago, asking to talk to Enzo. Enzo wouldn't talk to him, but then a few days ago, he finally decided it was time to go see him."

"Is he still with his dad?" She asked.

He hesitates. "No… Let's just say the visit didn't go very well."

Bonnie forced the lump in her throat down. "Is he okay?"

"I'm not sure….He was staying with some of our old friends over at Fells Park the last time I talked to him."

"Is he coming back?"

"Again, I'm not sure."

Bonnie sunk to the cold concrete floor and let her head fall into her hands. "Why didn't he tell me?"

Damon puffs out a loud breath and sat down beside her. "Because he didn't want you dealing with his problems on top of your own. He worries about you all the time. It's kind of annoying." Bonnie raised her head and scowl at him. He chuckles and nudges her with his elbow. "What? I'm the one who's had to listen to him talk about you for the last eight months. At one point, I almost stabbed my ears out just so I didn't have to hear it."

Bonnie gave a gentle pat to his knee. "Pretend all you want. You're not as bad of a guy as you want people to think."

He comprehends the deeper meaning to her words. "Yeah, yeah, say what you want, but deep down, I'm just your average douche bag, like every other guy out there."

Laughing, they got up and go out to the lobby, where there's a guy waiting at the front counter. Damon walks her to the door and stares out at Rebekah sitting out on the hood of her car examining her watch.

"So what are you going to do?" he asks as Bonnie pushes open the door.

"I'm not sure yet," she says. "I doubt you're going to tell me where the house is that he's staying at."

"I don't think it'd be a good idea for you to go there. He needs to clear his head." He backs up toward the register with his hands stuffed into his pockets. "I got customers to take care of."

Bonnie met Rebekah at the car and she slides off the hood. "Did he tell you anything?"

They climbed in the car and she quickly explain to Rebekah the vague details of what happened.

"So where are we going?" she asks, buckling her seatbelt.

The sunlight sparkles through the windshield and into her eyes. "We're going home."

A couple more days drag by and Bonnie still didn't hear anything from Enzo. It baffles her how much she missed him, but she does her best to keep busy, not wanting to get sucked up in the loneliness and worry.

Jamie and Anna went home about a week ago. Anna told her they'd come back to visit before the summer was over or she would at least see Bonnie again at the wedding, which is in October.

Rebekah was out for the day with Damon, not on a date, something they both insisted when she brought it up. Her dad was locked in his room. He had a rough night and got into a fight. She received a call from Beau at two o'clock in the morning telling her to come pick him up. Deciding she needed a break from her house, she peeked in on her dad who was fast asleep, and then drove over to Ric's house. Jo's car is parked in front of the trailer and the front door is wide open, swaying in the wind a little.

Bonnie hopped out of the car as Jo walked outside with a bag over her shoulder and a box of Ric's stuff in her arms.

Bonnie feared the worst has happened. "Is everything okay?"

Jo sighed, transferring the box to the side of her hip to free her hand so she can get the car door open. "He caught a bad case of pneumonia and he's been taken to the hospital over in Richmond."

Bonnie braces her hand on the trunk of the car for support. "Is he okay?"

Shaking her head, she sets the box on the seat and slams the door shut with her hip. "His body's already fightin' cancer. This just makes things worse."

"I need to go see him," Bonnie mumbles and turns for her car.

"He can't have visitors right now, Bonnie," she says empathetically. "His immune system's too low."

Bonnie frowned. "Will you let me know when he can?"

Jo gives her a small smile, but there's something in her eyes Bonnie doesn't like. "Yeah, hun. I will."

As Bonnie backs down the driveway, watching Jo lock up, she felt helpless and out-of-control. She wanted to run away, back to Vegas, or somewhere else equally as far away, so she won't have to feel it.

But she doesn't.

Bonnie tries not to stress too much about Alaric, but her thoughts kept drifting to him. Whether he's in a hospital bed with sterilized walls? Or did Jo take a box of his stuff to fix it up for him?

"What song is this?" Rebekah was lying on her stomach in bed, flipping through the pages of Cosmopolitan Magazine.

"A Bad Dream by Keane," Bonnie says, sharpening one of her charcoal pencils over the garbage in her bedroom.

"It's sad." Rebekah frowns, resting her chin in her hand. "It makes me want to cry."

"It's a good song to draw to." Bonnie returns to her drawing on the floor. The dark lines of it form pieces of a shattered mirror and she starts sketching a picture of a guitar inside one of them. When she was done, each piece would hold something about her life, but it might take her a while to finish it.

Rebekah raises her head away from her hand and glances at the window. "Did you hear that?"

There's shouting coming from outside, loud enough to be heard over the music.

Bonnie shades one of the corners with her pinky. "It's probably just the neighbors."

The yelling gets louder and Rebekah sits up nervously and draws back the curtain. "Bonnie, there's a man and a woman fighting out in front of the driveway."

Bonnie sets her pencil down on the floor and goes over to the window. There's a tall, well built man and a slim, medium height woman yelling at each other just outside the boundaries of her front yard.

"That's the Lockwood's," Bonnie explained. "They always do that."

"We should stop it," Rebekah says worriedly. "He might hurt her."

"I'll take care of it," Bonnie tells her. "You stay here."

She pads down the stairs, barefoot and in her boxer shorts and tank top, and pokes her head out the door, but the Lockwood's have vanished from the street.

The lyrics and music of "Champagne Supernova" by Oasis was blasting from the stereo in Enzo's room next door. It's his sad mood song, the one he lets play over and over again when he's depressed.

The lights weren't on in the house, but the one in the garage shines brightly into the night. Sticking out of the open door is the back end of his car. There's a large dent in the bumper that wasn't there when he left and a scratch on the corner of the fender.

Walking down the steps the concrete is ice-cold against her bare feet. She spots him through the window of the garage, searching the shelf for something with a cigarette in his mouth. She watches him move, her pulse instantly speeding up, and she had to work to keep breathing.

As he pulls away from the shelf with a box in his hand, he turns his head toward the window, like he senses her out here. Their eyes locked and collide. He sets the box down and disappears out of her view.

A few seconds later he walks out of the garage. His jeans ride low on his hips and the porch light hits his chest, highlighting his well-defined muscles and the cursive font of the tattoo on his rib.

"When did you start smoking again?" She inquired from her driveway.

He takes the cigarette out of his mouth with his eyes on her. "I slipped up a few days ago… There's just too much going on, I guess."

Bonnie takes a few small steps across the driveway and her heart thuds in her chest. "Is it because of your dad?"

Enzo reaches the grass, just before the fence divides their houses. "How do you know about that?"

Bonnie stops just short of the fence and wrap her arms around myself to keep warm. "Damon told me."

He shook his head, annoyed. "He's worse than a girl."

"Hey." Bonnie feign offense, attempting to lighten his mood. "Not all girls are bad. I've always been an excellent secret keeper. You know that."

He places his hands on the fence and clutches at the links. "I don't know if that's true anymore." He gestures his hand at her. "Maybe this was who you always were. Maybe this place was just getting in the way of you."

He's upset and she needs to get to the bottom of why. "You could have told me about your dad."

"Could I?" The front of his thighs push against the fence. "I don't think you can handle it right now—you can barely handle your own problems."

Bonnie reduced the small gap left between the fence and herself. "Try me."

His eyes examine her face, looking for something deep within her. Then his head falls down, defeated, and he lets out a slow breath. "It was almost as painful as that day you ran off. I mean, he has a whole other fucking family…." His voice cracks and he clears his throat. "Like we weren't good enough or something."

The ache in his voice nearly kills her. Bonnie closes her eyes and tell herself she could do this—that she's the strong one at the moment. Her eyes open and she puts her finger under his chin, forcing him to look at her. His eyes were glassy, like he's about to cry, and he tries to look away. Bonnie places an unsteady hand on his cheek and maintain his gaze.

"I know it hurts right now," she says, grappling her voice even. "But it will get better. It'll just take some time and I'll be here for you this time. I promise."

He looks unconvinced. Not knowing what else to say, she stands on her tiptoes, lean over the fence, and lightly graze her lips across his. Heat caresses her mouth and skin.

"I need you right now," Enzo murmurs against her lips with so much desire in his eyes that her knees buckle. "I need this right now."

His hand cups around the back of her neck, much gentler than the intensity in his voice, and he crashes her body against his. He tempts her with a soft brush of his lips and every ounce of sexual tension between them explodes. She can't help herself—she fall into him.

Her lips part willingly, lost in the mind-numbing moment as he slips his tongue deep inside her mouth, devouring Bonnie thoroughly. He tasted like cigarettes mingled with mint and the scent of his cologne is intoxicating.

Bonnie's hands trace up the front of his bare chest, and she loops her arms around his neck. The links of the fence dig into her skin as they crushed it between their bodies, trying to bury themselves into one another. Enzo pulls away for a second and her lips falter in protest, but he lifts her up over the fence and encourages her legs around his waist. Her inner thighs burn as they graze his hips. Every part of him touches her and it makes her body flame. She arched into him, moaning as his lips return to hers even more ravenously.

"Oh my God, this feels so good." He groans, before heading toward his house.

"What are you doing?" she whispers against his lips, knowing where he's going, but she was not sure she was ready for it yet.

"Shh…" His warm tongue slips deep inside her mouth and she forgot about arguing.

His hands holds her up by the ass as he kicks the back door open and stumbles into his kitchen. He knocks over a lamp and bumps into the wall as he carries her blindly down the hall and into his room. Then they collapse on the bed, tangled together. The music is loud and he reaches over to the stereo and turns it down so it filters through the room softly.

"Ow," Bonnie squealed, squirming. "Something just poked me."

"I'm pretty sure that's supposed to happen," Enzo jokes with feral eyes.

Bonnie swats his chest and reach underneath her, retrieving a drumstick. He snatches it from her hand, laughing softly as he chucks it over his shoulder and it lands somewhere in the dark.

His face turns serious as he smoothes her hair back, looking into her eyes so passionately, her nerves crack through. "Do you know I realized I loved you when we were like sixteen? But I didn't want to tell you because I was afraid you'd run away."

Bonnie props up on her elbows, making their faces inches away. Strands of his hair hang in her face. "But I was normal back then. Or at least partly normal."

He lets his forehead rest against hers. "Yeah, but I thought that's how things were supposed to happen when people were in love."

Bonnie realized how bad she must of hurt him when she ran off after he tried to tells her he loved her. "Enzo, I'm sorry."

His jaw spasms and he tips his head back up. When he kissed her again, it feels different somehow—more intimate. Her apprehension starts to emerge, but she chokes it down and let her head fall back against the pillow. His lips follow hers and he kisses all the fear out of her. Bonnie's chest presses into his as her neck arches against his trail of kisses along her skin, sucking and nipping at it all the way down.

"Fuck," he groans when his mouth reaches the curve of her breast. The fabric of her tank top is thin and she didn't have a bra on. Hesitantly, his tongue lightly slides between her breasts. Instantly, her nipples harden and an irrepressible moan escapes from her lips as desire takes over her body.

Bonnie sat up, stunning him, and he moves back.

"What's wrong?" he asks.

Sucking in a deep breath of air, she shut her eyes and wiggled her shirt off. Bonnie's chest heaves, bare and exposed, as her lungs strain for air. She has never been this far with a guy before—never wanted to. Getting close to someone meant getting attached and getting attached has only brought her hurt in the past. But Enzo's different. He always has been. She just didn't realize it until now.

He takes her in deliberately and then covers his body with hers, colliding their bare chest together as they collapse back onto the mattress. Her fingers tangle in his soft hair as his hands travel down her shoulders to her breasts. Her back bows up, seeking to feed a starvation inside her body, but unsure how to do it. Pausing, she curved her hips and rub up against him. A shot of ecstasy swells through her body and a gasp fumbles from her lips.

Hearing the unrestrained noise sends her into a state of anxiety and she fall back to reality. She was not sure if her mind was ready to go where her body obviously wants to—whether she could allow herself to completely let go.

"Enzo wait," she says in a strained voice.

He jerks back quickly, his hand still cupping her breast. "What is it?"

"I'm sorry. I just can't… I don't think I'm ready yet."

He kisses her forehead tenderly and boosts up on his elbows, his body still hovering over her. With his fingertip, he sketches a line from her temple to her jaw and her eyelids flutter. "Will you let me try one more thing?"

Bonnie opened her eyes, dazed from his touch. "I'm not sure if I can go any farther tonight."

"Just trust me, okay?" he says. "And if it gets to be too much, just say and I promise I'll stop."

Bonnie bit at her lip, knowing where he's going with this. "Okay."

Unhurriedly, with his eyes fastened on hers, he moves his mouth and kisses the hollow of her neck, sending shivers over her skin. His lips move downward and linger just above her breast. Bonnie's eyes shut as his mouth touches her nipple and his tongue slips out over it. He sucks on it hard and she swears to God she couldn't breathe. Her legs vice-grip around him and the longer he devours her, the fiercer his mouth gets. With each movement of his tongue, her thighs burn hotter.

Bonnie needed… something. "Enzo, I…"

"Shh…" he whispers and trails rapturous kisses up her neck. "I'll take care of it."

His fingers slide down her bare stomach and to the bottom of her shorts, leaving a path of heat along her skin. As his lips find hers again, his finger slips deep inside her. The lyrics of the music fade away as her panic bursts into a thousand blissful pieces.

Enzo

When Bonnie screamed out his name, with her head tipped back, her eyes lost, it's unlike anything he had ever experienced before. She trusted him enough to do things to her that no one else has and it makes him feel alive again.

Of course, his dick was so hard it actually hurts.

"Champagne Supernova" by Oasis was stuck on repeat and fills up the moment. It's the song he'd turned on when he was feeling down, but he doesn't think it's going to be that anymore—not after tonight.

Enzo brushed her hair away from her forehead. "Are you okay?"

Her green eyes are glazed over as she nods her head up and down. There's a look on her face that brings a smile to his lips. "I'm better than fine." She leans up and kisses him.

He drew her in, intensifying the kiss, then let her go, needing to cool down. "You should stay here tonight."

Enzo expected her to protest, but she nods as she tugs her shirt back over her head. "Okay, but I'll have to use your phone to text Rebekah. I didn't bring mine with me."

He kisses her forehead, then her temple, breathing her in. "I'm gonna go take a shower. I'll be right back."

Confining a laugh, she reaches for her phone on his nightstand. "A cold one?"

Enzo grabs some clothes out of his dresser and back out the doorway. "You better watch it, Bonnie Bennett. Or I may decide against it and you'll just have to deal with me for the rest of the night."

She flops back on the bed as she sends a text. "Maybe that's what I'm hoping for."

Shaking his head, he threw his clothes on the floor and jump onto the bed, putting a knee on each side of her. She laughs as he playfully trap her arms above her head. He moved his lips next to her ear and gently take a nip at her. He breathe on her neck, letting his warm breath cause her to shudder, teasing her and driving both their bodies crazy. She lets out a moan and he felt her legs start to move around him.

Sighing, he pulls away before he got even more wound up. "Okay, I have to go take a shower." he climbed off the bed, watching her all the way to the door.

Once Enzo was out of the room, all of the pain he had been feeling about his dad smothers him again, but all he could do was keep breathing.

Bonnie and Enzo are finally working it out. We're down to two more chapters.

Good News I've started to write a new Bonenzo fic this weekend. This one is focus on the Bennett family, because after the finale episode I've been thinking about finally doing something centered around Bonnie and the women of her family. Including Enzo and other members of the Mystic Falls gang. Anyways Which Bennett witch would you like to see featured in my next fanfic?