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One month later….

Futility. Stupidity. Melancholy.

Bonnie's emotions were running on empty yet so full of heightened awareness due to the cold, distant, hollowness coursing through her skin. She didn't want to be here; in this group session, surrounded by people who were so unaware of how fucked up they really were and how senseless they sound. Voices springing downward towards despair of what got them here: 'I did it because of peer pressure,' 'I did it because I was ignored.' No, they were all going through everything because they wanted to know what it felt like; they wanted to continue feeling good… to escape reality and to feel as if they were floating on cloud nine. That's why they did it.

As people were talking, Bonnie glanced around at everyone in the room, including Pearl and Damon. She was actually surprised to see Damon, because he never attended group sessions, but once entering, everyone was informed that Bri, who normally assist Pearl was out with the flu.

Lucky her, Bonnie thought. If the flu would get Bonnie out of these unimportant meetings, she would have got herself sick after the first day.

Bonnie's eyes then connected with Rebekah for a brief moment and instant resentment clouded her thoughts. She was more than just upset with the blonde. She was heated… pissed. And she knew that Rebekah held the same reaction towards her.

After she allowed her brothers to finally visit, Rebekah decided to still stay at the center to everyone's surprise. And Bonnie found out she could do that because her family donated a lot of money to this place. And yesterday, Bonnie found out why Rebekah was truly staying….for her.

Bonnie could remember telling her that she was stupid and that there was no point in staying for her. She had been at this facility for almost four months and she didn't see herself going anywhere. That brought on arguments and obscenities being thrown out at one another, and more past moments were revealed from Bonnie. After all of the vulgar yelling, Bonnie stormed out of Rebekah's room, with every intention of not speaking to her ever again.

When someone began talking about their road to recovery, Bonnie scoffed. It truly annoyed her, brought out every irritation that she felt today.

"Bonnie would you like to say anything?" Pearl's voice was filled with compassion and comfort. The thought crossed Bonnie's mind that she would have been her client if Damon hadn't unexpectedly arrived and took her on.

At the thought of his name, Bonnie looked over at Damon for a moment who was staring intently at her. A blush would have probably graced her features if she weren't so enraged with anger from being in this room with everyone and her tiff with Rebekah yesterday.

"Yes, Bonnie, do share what makes you oh so irritated at these sessions," Rebekah smirked, "That you think you are so far above."

Bonnie glared at her, "I never said I was above anything."

"Really? Because when you come in here, you never say a word. And you act like a bitch when all anyone wants to do is help you."

"Rebekah…." Pearl interrupted, issuing her to stop.

"Back the fuck off Rebekah. Instead of talking about me, why the hell are you still here. You should have been out of this place months ago. And what? Your stupid excuse is to help me, well trust me, I don't need your help. All of this…. none of this is real." She looked around at everyone, "Staying sober in this place is easy… but then you go out in the real world and you're back to square one. Once you all get that through your pathetic skulls, you'll thank me."

Rebekah rolled her eyes, "Well, with the girl with all the answers, you're awfully quiet about your own crap."

Bonnie glared at her and stood up, preparing to leave "I couldn't care less about any of this. I'm out of here."

Rebekah stood up as well, "Just because you don't share doesn't mean you're not one of us, Bonnie."

"Whatever."

Pearl and Damon found themselves standing, just in case things got a little physical.

Marcel found himself speaking, "I think Rebekah has a point Bonnie, you haven't been opening up."

Bonnie looked at him and everyone else, "What is this, gang up on Bonnie day?"

"You didn't kill Matt." Rebekah cut her off.

The air felt as if it were knocked out of Bonnie's lungs at Rebekah's words; words that she shared with her in private; words that killed her each and every day. She couldn't fathom what she was feeling at the moment. Was it rage, pain, sadness? All three?

"He took the drugs himself." Rebekah continued.

"Shut up, Rebekah." Bonnie warned.

"You didn't kill him okay, he took the drugs himself. " She explained, trying to make Bonnie understand, "You didn't make him take them. You have to get that, before I leave, you have to get that. Because If you don't, you're never going to make it. And I need you to make it." She walked up to Bonnie, prepared to pull her in a hug if needed, " I know you loved him and I know he loved you, but he took the drugs himself."

Bonnie felt below herself. In a distant area that held no destination of return. She didn't know the facial expression she possessed… whether tears had formed or not. "I'm not doing this." She whispered, before walking out and slamming the door behind her.

Bonnie didn't recognize when she ended up outside staring into the pool; trying her best to bring clarity… ease her mind from the biggest tragedy in her life. But she couldn't. Matt wouldn't leave her thoughts.

Past

Exhilaration.

Bonnie Bennett felt exhilarated… delighted…. blissful. Could it be possible to actually feel perfect? Because that's honestly how she was feeling. It was like this wave of new rhapsody that encased her into a heavenly peace.

"Why didn't we ever think of doing this before?" Matt asked, with a smile of peace upon his face. His hands were resting behind his head as he slowly came down from the after effects of heroin and sex. Bonnie's sex.

Bonnie smiled and kissed his chest, "I think we've thought about it, just never acted upon it because the whole friendship thing."

He wrapped his arm around her and traced his fingers along her back, "Well, I think our friendship will still be intact. You're my number one Bons, I could never be away from you."

Bonnie reached up and kissed his lips. It was kind of amazing and crazy how things worked out. Months after the incident with Shane, Bonnie found out that Matt went to go do more than talk to him by inserting his foot with Shane's face. She remembered being depressed for several months, barely eating, barely sleeping. She couldn't even recognize herself due to the tears that remained stained on her face. But Matt was always there for her, holding her… providing comfort. And though there were times she found herself thinking about Shane whether it was good or bad, she slowly pass through it.

And after all of the compassion and comforting words said, Matt and Bonnie found themselves sharing a lip lock and then found themselves in bed together. It was worthwhile; definitely worth the wait.

"So, what are we now? Still friends or ….?" Bonnie asked, cuddling against him, savoring his warmth.

Matt held on to her, almost afraid to let her go. "We're whatever you want us to be. If you want to just stay friends we can do that, if you want to play the friends with benefits card, we can do that too, if you want to be friends and be in a relationship, I'm definitely okay with that." He laughed.

She couldn't help but join in his laughter a bit, "I like the last part."

"Good, because I wasn't going to accept anything but the latter," He kissed her forehead.

When Matt's cell phone went off, they both found themselves groaning and rolling their eyes.

"Who is it this time?" Bonnie asked.

"Elena." Matt answered, ignoring the call.

Caroline and Stefan already called once today, so they figured Elena or Tyler would be next. A couple of months ago, the people that she used to call her best friends found out that she wasn't visiting her Grams to get better. They came to check on Matt, knowing that he was in the same boat as Bonnie, actually just a little worse, and found Bonnie there. Her bruises weren't all the way healed at that time, so they witnessed the painful artwork plastered on her skin.

Elena and Caroline's eyes instantly filled with tears once they learned what Shane had done. They started begging… pleading for her and Matt to get off the path they were on. But Matt just ignored them and Bonnie lashed out with a slew of discourteous words and kicked them out. And today they were calling and texting, leaving messages of wanting to meet up and talk.

Bonnie wasn't having it.

"You know if we don't go, they're just going to keep calling." Matt said, drinking from the half empty beer bottle on his night stand.

Bonnie sat up and looked at him, "We could just change our numbers."

He smiled and entangled his hand with hers. There was a bit a silence that fell among them, before Matt said, "Tonight should be our last night."

Bonnie's eyes connected with his and a look of understanding crossed her features, "Really?" Bonnie remembered when they started the lifestyle they were leading with the drugs and drinking that once they both agreed to make the decision stop, they would do it together.

"It's a decision I want us to make together though, because I don't mind continuing. Trust me, the way I've been feeling since I started this, has been nothing short of amazing, but we know what this can do to us later on down the road, and Bonnie you've already been through so much and I don't want that for you." His eyes were concentrating as they stared into hers and Bonnie felt her tears spring to the surface.

Bonnie squeezed his hand, providing a gentle feel to him, "I don't want that for you either."

"I love you Bonnie B." And they both knew that his term of endearment was more than just friendship this time.

Matt Donovan loved Bonnie Bennett, and she loved him just the same.

"I love you too, Mattie D." she chuckled, and kissed him.

They didn't realize when they lied back down with their hands intertwined, but as of now they were staring at the ceiling both lost in different thoughts.

After they inhaled a bit of the white nose candy, it brought them back to their invigorating high; especially with the H still taking it's affects into their skin.

And again, they were cut out of their moment by Matt's phone going off.

It was Caroline…. again.

"Why don't they get that we don't want to talk to them." Bonnie said with irritation, masked behind her voice.

"Maybe you should." Matt said. His voice calm….cool… collected, and it definitely received a look from Bonnie. "Hear me out, if you go and talk to them just once, they'll leave us alone."

"I doubt that."

"I know you miss them Bonnie, this could do you some good….seeing them."

"It'll probably just piss me off. Especially Stefan, and his stupid brooding eyes that has no purpose." She said, getting angry all over again. "Plus, if I do decide to go why aren't you going with me?"

"Because I'm too strung out to be around bullshit." He answered. Matt was the type that didn't listen to anyone but Bonnie and occasionally his sister. He was a loose cannon…. numb. He knew more than anyone that he was further gone than Bonnie. He didn't remember the last time he drank water; he shot up almost every other day, and snorted coke like playing a video game. He didn't think he could be Matt without participating in those activities. So, the fact that he was going to give it all up, had to do with his love for Bonnie. Was it going to be hard? Yes. Was he going to slip? Probably every day, but Bonnie he would never let Bonnie know because his focus was on her getting better. She had so much more going for herself than he did. And he needed her to end up okay.

"And you think I'm not?" She playfully shoved him.

"Just go Bons, and when you get back we'll get fucked up one last time." He smiled and kissed her forehead.

She thought about it for a moment, "Okay, fine, but you owe me big time."

"I'll grovel at your mercy for a week." He smiled.

When she got up and slid on some clothes, Matt's voice entered her ears, "You know Bonnie, you're my soulmate."

Bonnie instantly turned around to look at him.

"I know it sounds cheesy but I believe it's always been you. You're like coming up from fresh air. All of these years you've never left my side and I don't know where I would be without you."

Bonnie wiped a tear away from her eye, "If your purpose is to make me cry before I meet with them then it's working."

"My purpose is to tell you that one day I'm going to marry you."

She was straddling him in an instant and kissing him with all the passion she could muster, "Okay, I'm not going anywhere."

He laughed, "Yes you are, I already text Caroline and told her you would meet them at her dorm room."

"I love you, Matt." And she did, with all of her heart. It was seldom that you're best friend ended up being the one right under your nose. After Shane, she didn't know if she would ever be healed again. Hell, a part of her was still broken, but Matt made a lot of things better. He always did.

"I love you too."

After they kissed a few more times, Bonnie grabbed Matt's keys to his car and went to go have a very dreaded meeting with the people she didn't really want to see.

Once Bonnie walked out and locked the door behind her, Matt pulled out the small box filled with a small bag of two ecstasy pills and a needle and vile of heroin. He would do it with Bonnie again tonight, but he really needed it now. And mixing H and X together yesterday, the effect was just too intoxicating and refreshing to wait until later to do it again. He needed it now. It was out of this world indescribable.

So, as he did his magic, he lied back in his bed and let his thoughts take over. He would marry Bonnie one day. They would get sober, get married, and have kids. They would be okay. And if they didn't work out, they would still be friends… best friends. If it didn't work out he would be her maid of honor and she would be his best man. They would always be there for each other. Simple as that.

Even if she would try to kill him if she found out that he set her up for an intervention.

Bonnie was ancy….almost pacing before she knocked on the door of her old dorm room, she hadn't stepped into in almost a year. But to get them to back the hell off of her and Matt, she would grant them one last visit. And after it was all said and done she would tell them to fuck off.

She was greeted by Tyler with a solemn expression on his face. She walked right past him and her eyes connected with the people sitting in a circle in her old living room. It consisted of Caroline, Elena, Stefan, and some woman she never met.

"What is this?" she asked.

When no words were said, she rolled her eyes, and turned towards the door that was being blocked by Tyler.

"I'm not doing this. I didn't come here for this."

Elena stood up, "Bonnie, please just hear us out okay. We care about you."

She turned around to face everyone, "Well I don't care about any of you. Tyler get out of my way."

But Tyler didn't budge.

"Bonnie, maybe you should sit down and listen to your friends." The woman, whom she had never seen before, spoke up.

Bonnie found herself glaring at the woman, "I'm sorry but your presence at this moment is irrelevant."

Stefan found himself speaking next, "Bonnie if you just listen to us… just this once, if you still want us out of your life, we won't bother you again."

It took Bonnie a moment to agree, but when she did, she did it by giving them one of her repetitive eye rolls, put her purse down on the floor and sat down in the empty chair in the circle.

"Bonnie," The woman began, whose name she learned was Isobel Saltzman, "You were asked here today because your friends care about you and each one would like to share with you how much they miss you and care about you and want you to get better."

Bonnie folded her arms and leaned back in her chair, "This should be interesting." She was glad she was still on her high from the coke; otherwise she wouldn't have been able to sit and listen.

But after an hour passed, and she had to sit through Caroline, Elena, and Tyler talk and get out their emotional feelings on how they wanted to help and be there for her, she felt like she was about to have a breakdown.

She quickly stood up, ignoring the intervention therapist, ignoring her friends, and briskly walked over to her purse. She scrambled through it until everything fell out I; still not being able to find what she was looking for.

"Looking for this?" Elena asked, holding up a small packet filled with white powder.

Bonnie could have walked over to the brunette and punched her square in the face, "Give it to me, Elena."

Elena's eyes left Bonnie's and connected with Stefan whom began speaking, "Bonnie I know that sometimes things get hard and when they get hard we tend to try to find things that make us feel safe...

"Give me my drugs," Bonnie repeated, ignoring Stefan.

But he continued, "….make us forget all those hard moments. And you found that in things that are slowly hurting your body, but Bonnie this isn't the way…"

She began pacing, "Give me my drugs. I want my drugs."

"We care about you so much….." Stefan said, trying to talk above her pacing.

"I want my drugs, give me my drugs!"

"…..and I know you don't want to hear it right now. I get that…."

She then began walking around the circle, slamming her hands on each chair her friend was sitting in, "What do we want, drugs, when do we want it now! What do you want drugs, when do we want it now!" She kept repeating it, not caring that she sound like a child who didn't get her way or a protester fighting for what was right.

"….but you have to let us take care of you, because we love you."

"Stefan!" she yelled, "You don't even know me! So quit with your bullshit lies. Why are you even here again?" She then looked at Elena, "Give them to me, Elena."

Elena stood, and though her face expression with Bonnie was stern she felt as if she could cry at any moment, "No, Bonnie."

Bonnie had enough of all of this psychobabble bullshit. "You know what Elena, you're a real bitch you know that? You stand here with your eyes filled with tears as if you've had a fucked up life…as if this bullshit intervention is for you. But at the end of the day it always has to be about Elena isn't it. At the end of the day if you're not the center of it all you'll lose you're fucking mind." She then looked at Caroline, "And Caroline. No one will ever care about you. You do realize that right? You'll always be second best. You will never come first. But hey, I guess it's better than being chosen third, like me. Just keep putting out there though and I'm sure someone will fall for you instead of fall into bed with you." When her eyes found Tyler's she smirked, "How did you even make it this far in college, Tyler. Oh, I forgot daddy's money and connections with everyone in the school board, or did your dad just sleep with the Dean. Whichever one, you'll never make it in life. I'm surprised you're not asking me for a hit right now, because I will share…and for you, I'll make it free." And then it was Stefan, "And you…. Well I would actually tell you about yourself, but, I don't really know you and I don't care to know you. You're really of no importance to the world." When her eyes found Elena's again, she held out her hand, "Now, give them to me."

After much hesitation, Elena handed her the small bag.

"Elena…" Caroline said in protest, standing up.

"No, if she wants it, fine. Because this thing," She pointed at Bonnie who laid the powdery substance down on one of their end tables and began snorting, "Is not Bonnie…. this is not our friend."

Bonnie stood up, feeling a little relaxed, "That's just it, this is me. The Bonnie that is standing before you is the real me."

Though Caroline was upset about Bonnie's comment towards her, she was able to convince herself that it was the drugs talking. "You stayed with a man who abused you Bonnie for such a long time. That is not the real you. Especially after your father…."

"Shut up, Caroline." Bonnie spat, cutting her off. It was in that moment that she remembered that other than Matt, Caroline knew about her abusive past with her father. It completely escaped her mind that Bonnie use to be extremely close to Caroline almost more than she was with Matt.

Tyler found himself standing between them, because Bonnie looked ready to pounce.

Isobel took it upon herself to speak, "What happened with your father, Bonnie?"

"Nothing." She gritted between clenched teeth.

"Her father abused her at times…," Caroline answered Isobel's question.

"Shut up, that is not your story to tell!" She yelled, preparing herself to attack Caroline, but Tyler held her back. "You stupid bitch, you shut up!"

And it really didn't get better after that. There was yelling from both parts, more harsh words were said and then Bonnie was telling them to 'fuck themselves' before she left.

Unlocking the door to Matt's apartment, Bonnie had every intention of walking inside with a bad attitude, but knowing that she was about to see her best friend/ boyfriend, and that they were about to indulge in their last moments of euphoria, she decided not to stress herself out about what had already occurred.

But when she stepped inside the apartment, a chill crept among her skin and she found herself bringing her arms around herself hoping for warmth. "Matt, it's freezing in here," she called out, putting her things in the living room.

When she made it to his bedroom that they shared, she stopped as soon as she stepped through the door. Matt was lying in his bed; his eyes focused on hers. It was as if they were staring into a pit of darkness… not seeing…. not understanding.

He wasn't looking at her. He didn't see her.

"Matt." She had to call out his name. Because what she was seeing couldn't be true. She didn't even want to think it.

"Mattie?"

He didn't move… didn't say anything. He still stared.

She didn't realize when she ran over to the bed, shaking him… trying to wake him up. "Mattie…. Matt wake up." She started shaking him with force, "Matt!" But he wouldn't budge.

She checked his pulse and he wasn't breathing.

Present

The memories crashed into Bonnie like a ton of bricks as she remembered walking in on Matt's lifeless body. Every day she tried her best to push it away from her mind…yet everyday she thought about it; thought about him. Thought about if she would have never left him, he would still be…

It killed her every day. But today… today it hit her harder than ever; because today was his birthday. And he would never be able to celebrate it with her.

Her eyes never left the water before her. She was glad no one was outside and no one had followed her. She didn't want to be around anyone. She didn't want….

She wanted Matt back… she wanted him here with her. She wanted to go back to the time where they never went over to Haley's…. where they never tried drugs. She would give anything to go back.

But she couldn't.

And with that last thought, she stepped in. The water was freezing and even though she could swim, at this moment, she decided not to, as she let the water invade her mouth.

Damon prided himself upon being a man who has experienced more than people had experienced in their lifetime, and he was only 27. He had a Ph.D., owned a multi-billion dollar business, overcame a drug addiction, had a brother and friends that were pretty much his family, that he would do just about anything for, vice versa. He was beyond average looking and that wasn't him being conceited; even though he could be that way from time to time, and every time he walked into a room, most girls would undress him with their eyes; issuing that he could get practically anyone he wanted. Hell, he was even named Manhattan's most eligible bachelor.

But as of lately, he just felt off. Actually, ever since he took Bonnie Bennett on as his client, each and every day he found it harder and harder for him to not tear down that bridge that separated that ounce of professionalism. He found himself thinking about her almost every day, finding it almost unbearable not to undress her with his eyes in their one-on-one sessions.

He may have been great at both of his jobs of counseling and business, but he was always the one to never feel anything on the job. Before he took on the life of a wealthy business owner, he participated in training for his clinical psychology studies. He connected with his clients, but he never once showed emotion. He helped them overcome their obstacles, feelings, etc. But he still never found himself acting out of character. At Salvatore Industries he was known as a hard ass. He was easy to get along with, but when it came to work, friendships went out of the window. And everyone knew that about him and respected him for it. And his work in the bedroom…. well that was another story for another time, but none of the women ever held complaints.

This past month, Damon was only able to counsel Bonnie once every week due to going back to Salvatore Industries and the biggest part was trying to stay away from her…to get her out of his head. But, it never worked…. and a part of him knew it wouldn't.

Now, he found himself standing inside of the room of the twenty year old, who was facing towards him, but not really looking his way. He had to see her. Everything that happened in the last hour set him on edge. After Bonnie stormed out of the group session, he wanted more than anything to follow her, but he knew couldn't. And when Marcel took it upon himself to go check on her, it did bring that irritation back he got towards him a couple of months ago with his obvious flirting with Bonnie. But at the end of it all, Damon was glad Marcel did go, because they were alerted that Bonnie tried to kill herself and he was able to save her before she drowned.

And now, Bonnie was lying in her bed, with the only source of light in her room was the moonlight barely seeping through her blinds. Damon then pulled off his jacket, and even though what he was about to do broke every rule he could think of, he climbed into her bed and held on to her.

As soon as he did that, she began to cry harder, resting her head on his chest. Was he afraid that someone was going to walk in on them? No. Was he afraid that he caught himself actually liking Bonnie for more than just his patient, and it was inappropriate? Yes.

Damon didn't remember when her tears ceased, but he could still feel her body shudder from the after effects of crying.

"I feel like I'm moving in slow motion…" Her voice was just a bit above a whisper, breaking the silence that had fallen among them. "….like I'm moving in slow motion and everything around me is moving so fast…. and I just want to go back to when things were normal. When I wasn't poor Bonnie in a rehab center, grieving over the death of best friend…her boyfriend… but I am." The tears found their way forming in her eyes again, "I don't know how to do this, I don't know how to be this person, I don't know who this person is. How did this happen? Why am I alone? Where's Matt?"

"You're not alone Bonnie." Damon whispered. And at that moment that was all he could say. No degree in the world could make him say anything different.

Past

"It's like you're screaming and no one can hear, you almost feel ashamed that someone could be that important that without them you feel like nothing…."

He was cold. There was no warmth to Matt Donovan's body as Bonnie lied against him. In the distance she could hear a door open. She could hear footsteps…voices. She couldn't make them out though. None of them were Matt's voice.

No, because Matt was lying beside her; still… frozen. Not warm. No body heat. She remembered closing his eyes.

"Bonnie…." It was Stefan. She knew it was his voice. Anyone could always tell Stefan's voice. He could be angry, sad, hurt…and he still held that same voice… that comfort….security.

Had she called Stefan? She felt as if she did, but she couldn't remember.

All she could remember was finding Matt… dead.

"No one will ever understand how much it hurts. You feel hopeless; like nothing can save you…"

She could also hear crying. She knew it was Elena… she knew her tears.

Elena could barely call out to her as the image of Matt bored into her brain. She had to take a seat. She couldn't stand.

"He died all alone." Bonnie's voice was a whisper…. hollow.

Stefan walked up closer to the bed, "They're going to need to take him Bonnie." He said referring to the coroners, standing outside the apartment.

Elena finally found her voice, even though it was strained by the pain of losing one of her best friends, "Bonnie you need to come with us, you can't be here…"

Bonnie shook her head, "I need to be alone with Matt…. he'll wake up, and all this will just be…."

"Bonnie, that's not Matt." Stefan spoke up.

"Shut up."

"The minute his heart stopped beating, he stopped being Matt. I know you love him, but he also loved you and a guy who loved you like that wouldn't want you to do this to yourself, because it's not Matt. Not anymore."

"A couple of hours ago we were happy…. we said we were going to stop doing everything tonight," She cried, "And now he's dead. Isn't that absurd? Isn't that the most ridiculous piece of shit you've ever heard?" She cried and held on to Mat tighter.

Stefan slowly picked her up, carried her out to the living room and sat on one of the couches, holding onto her while she cried.

Elena instantly joined them, and wrapped her arms around both Stefan and Bonnie, as the coroners came in to retrieve Matt.

"And when it's over, and it's gone. You almost wish that you could have all that bad stuff back, so that you could have the good."

A/N: I really hope you all enjoyed this chapter! Like I said earlier, I had been waiting to write this chapter since I started the story lol. Again I want to give credit where credit is do. As I mentioned when I started this story, I said that It would loosely be based off of Amelia Shepherd from Private Practice if you all have seen the show before, but this chapter definitely took some key scenes from PP, like the intervention scene, the group session scene, and Matt dying. Where Bonnie talking to Damon that was from Grey's anatomy with Izzie and was also with Izzie at the end on the last flashback. Oh and the few italicized quotes in the last flashback is from Rhianna's song We found love.

Also, you all may be thinking like whoa major time jump. Several months from the last chapter. No, I'm not crazy lol, but don't worry just because we've revealed one big part in Bonnie's past doesn't mean the flashbacks are over. It also doesn't mean that she has to be in rehab to have the flashbacks, and later flashbacks that she does have can have Matt in them and other fall outs with her friends.

And don't throw something at me with the Bamon unprofessionalism lol. But hey, it's Damon, and even though my story is OOC from the tv show and AU and whatnot, he still doesn't follow the rules, even though he knows he should.

But thank you so much for reading, and I hope you all enjoyed this chapter. Please review! Your reviews give me life! xoxo