A/N: I know I may need to start dodging things from being thrown at my head right now. I'm so sorry that it took so long to update. We all have those extremely busy moments in our lives. But I just wanted to say WOW! All of your reviews have just made my heart jump with joy! I'm so glad you are all loving this story! It really means a lot! Thanks for the favorites and follows as well. I went back and read all of the reviews and knew that I needed to take some time out to give you all an update. So, I hope you all enjoy!

Frustration.

Damon Giuseppe Salvatore was frustrated… irritated, hell, livid even. The body on top of his rocking back and forth was initially supposed to sate him… bring him pleasure. His dick was so far into Rose's slick wet sheath that he should have felt something… anything. But all he felt was the need to push her off of him and go take a cold shower.

He was hard, yes, but it had to do with one woman in particular, and not the one bouncing up and down on top of him, moaning and screaming like she was being attacked. He understood that his male anatomy between his legs made the women he had been with react that way, but at this moment he wasn't doing any thrusting. Tonight he was just guilty of lying there, pretty much being utilized as her own personal dildo, who may have grabbed onto her waist from time to time to give the impression he was enjoying it.

When his name escaped her lips and he felt her walls tighten and the lips of sex clench even harder around his shaft, he couldn't help but feel glad that she came; that it was over. And before he knew it, she was off of him and lying on her side with her back facing him as she succumbed to sleep.

If anyone asked why he and Rose kept playing musical chairs with one another in the sex department, it definitely had to do with her level of non-commitment. She was almost like a female version of his self. Even though she didn't make him come tonight, her philosophy was 'as long as she got hers.' Hell, he was exactly like that. Sex had become such a second nature with him that he didn't care if the woman didn't get off, which never happened at least twice.

Damon was in the shower before he realized it letting the cold water cascade down his skin, as his dick stood out like an extra arm trying to grab for what was not in front of him. It was almost painful when he palmed his shaft, trying to let his release shoot out of the tip. But it wasn't working… it was just making him even more frustrated.

And then he did something that he shouldn't have, but since he was in the privacy of his own shower, he let his mind wander to the one thing he had been trying his best not to think about for three days. Bonnie Bennett.

As soon as his mind went to her, the feeling of pure elation coursed through him and as he continued pumping himself, thinking about the beautiful young woman he was counseling; picturing her beautiful big green eyes, her full lips… hell, he rarely saw her smile and yet she still turned him on. He began to picture her beneath him as he thrust in and out of her, and before he could comprehend anything, his cum was shooting out onto the shower wall and on him.

As he let the water wash away his indiscretion, out of nowhere it just came back. What the Fuck? Was the first question that crossed his mind. His Johnson couldn't really be in that much need. And the fact that the woman he desired that was making him feel this way, was off limits for more reasons than one, meant that he would be rubbing himself raw tonight or blue balls would be the only feeling throughout his system.

After he finished his shower, he found himself putting on a pair of sweat pants and nothing else. He ended up in his study working on a few business reports for the company, in hopes to ease his mind and get Bonnie out of his head. But he knew before he got started that it wouldn't happen. He pretty much came all over the shower because of her.

Ever since those three nights ago when he found himself breaking every rule thought possible to lay in bed with Bonnie and hold on to her to provide comfort, he knew he wouldn't be right again. The feel of her soft skin, the way she cuddled and held on to him while she slept. In that moment he felt as if he provided her security… as if he was her protector of some sorts.

He didn't know how many times in just the past three days had he thought about leaving counseling and her behind to go fully back to Salvatore Industries. He may have picked up the phone ten times in just today alone to call Stefan and tell him he was done with everything. But Bonnie's beautiful sad green eyes popped in his head every time, causing him to never go through with the call.

But tomorrow… tomorrow would be different. Tomorrow he would turn away from the job and turn away from Bonnie.

He had to before he lost his sanity.

Please don't toss this out. I know we're not allowed to visit you,I get that, I understand it more than anything, but I just wanted to let you know that I miss you…we all miss you. It just doesn't feel right being in college without you. Without Matt. I know you probably think we're mad at you. But we're not. We love you and we loved Matt…. So much. I'm glad you're able to get the help you need and I can't wait until you're able to come home. Now, I know you're not one for the whole mushy gushy moments lol so I won't continue going in deeper because I'll probably cry.

On a lighter note, I've changed my major like three times, still unsure what I want to do, but I think that event planning is my calling. I don't know why I didn't see it before especially when that's all I did in high school and I have all of our weddings planned out in every detail. But anyways, I slept with Tyler. And we're not together in a relationship together, but we are having fun. I know crazy right? Elena and Stefan are doing good, still the IT couple as people like to say, even though we're not in high school anymore. And no, I'm not jealous lol. Oh… and Jeremy and Anna are taking a break. I'm sure you are shocked just like me. Well, I just wanted to keep you updated and just know that I love you and I hope you are doing well. Come home soon.

Xoxo Care.

Bonnie was overwhelmed with a mix of several emotions upon reading Caroline's letter. It was sent to her the first week after being here at the facility, but it took up to now to for her to open the letter and read it. And it was the first of many. She had ten to be exact; seven letters from Caroline, one from Elena, one from Stefan, and one from her Grams. And she hadn't brought herself to read any of them until now.

Was it because of three days ago when she had a break down and almost drowned herself in the pool because of Matt's death or the fact that on that same day it was his birthday. A birthday that they had vowed to bring in together… sober.

Quickly pushing the thought away, before she had another episode, Bonnie stood up from her bed and found herself looking out the window she had grown so familiar with. It was another rainy day and for a moment she pictured herself running in the park with her friends when they were kids. She remembered the moment when Tyler threw mud in Elena's face which caused all of them to indulge in a full out mud war and Bonnie ended it with falling face first into the mud. Needless to say it was fun… messy but fun. Being that young the only troubles that they had was getting the mud and dirt out of their hair and catching a cold.

It's just so crazy how everything changes. How you grow up and the people that you thought you would spend forever with were no longer there. And you're no longer the person you thought you would end up being. But that's life right?

Life could suck.

And yet with all of that being said and everything that had been bombarding her mind in just the past three days, she found that she couldn't get Damon out of her mind. That night when everything came out, he held her onto her in a way that was almost painful. And as crazy as it sound, not painful in a bad way, but painful in a way that brought a feeling of comfort….a feeling of hope. That maybe life wouldn't suck for too much longer.

She knew that it was wrong to have any type of feelings but gratitude towards her therapist, but it was also wrong for him to come into her room that night and hold her.

But the fact that she hadn't seen him in three days made her think that he knew that as well.

"Knock, Knock." A familiar female voice brought her out of her thoughts.

When she turned around to see Rebekah standing in the doorway, holding a basket full of items, she couldn't help but let a slight smile form on her face.

"I brought treats in exchange for your forgiveness." She smiled softly, holding the basket out in front of her.

"As long as you forgive me first?" Bonnie asked.

Rebekah shrugged and sat on Bonnie's bed, "Nothing to forgive. Like I said before, we all have our lash out moments from time to time here. Plus you're my friend. We wouldn't be friends without a few arguments here and there. I love you Bonnie B."

If Bonnie hadn't spent the other day crying and draining all of her tears out of her system, she probably would have let the tears fall at Rebekah's words, but instead she opted for a hug. "Thank you for being here for me…for being such a great friend, Rebekah."

The hugging lasted only a minute until Rebekah pulled away, wiping the tear that had threatened to fall, "Enough with the syrupy moment. I brought muffins, donuts, brownies, and cookies. I think it's time for us to embrace a sugar, high- caloried coma…"

"Yeah and not be able to fit through the door." A light chuckle escaped her lips.

"We can worry about that when the time comes." Rebekah's responded, as she bit into a white chocolate brownie.

Bonnie found herself inhaling a chocolate chip cookie as the girls indulged in conversation and food.

It was refreshing having Rebekah here. Not talking to her for almost a week was surprisingly unbearable. She had become incredibly fond of the blonde and she was glad that they formed a friendship and still opted to stay friends after their insane argument.

There was such a thing as a sugar high right? Because between that and the pain that invaded their stomach with all of the sweets, they had to admit that they were content. They didn't eat everything, but it felt like they had. Full wasn't even the word.

And now they were lying on Bonnie's bed, flat on their backs.

"Your brother should own his own bakery." Bonnie found herself saying, licking her fingers from the chocolate that decided to stay on her finger.

"Don't let him here you say that," Rebekah informed her, "As many times as I've told Nik that he should open up a bakery he gives me that 'if looks could kill' glare."

"Nik is the painter right?"

"Yes, I cannot wait until you see his artwork you will fall in love." She said thinking of her brother's artwork; his masterpieces. "And even though he has a bit of temper, he is still a softy." Well at times, she thought, but decided to keep that part to herself.

Silence enveloped them until Bonnie spoke, "Is it selfish of me to not want you to leave?"

"I think it would be selfish of me to stay," Rebekah responded, "I'm so use to being here that I've actually grown to like it. And even though I've met an amazing friend like you, I still think it's time for me to go. I'm finally ready."

"I understand." Bonnie said, her eyes still glued to the ceiling, "I'm really glad you're finally getting out of here, Bexs, you definitely deserve it. "

"And so do you." She said, now looking at Bonnie, "You'll be out of here sooner that you know it. Leaving wouldn't even cross my mind if I didn't think you were on the right path to leaving. You may not realize it but you have advanced so much. And I'm really proud of you Bonnie."

A few tears formed in Bonnie's eyes, followed by a chuckle, "Is it your goal to make me cry tonight?"

"Of course not, love. My goal is already taken care of. But you do know I will be visiting every chance I get, which will at least be twice a week. Hopefully I won't have to make too many trips though," she hinted.

Hopefully, Bonnie thought.

Rebekah then sat up a bit and rested her elbows on the pillows, "So you remember that game…err…. Truth or dare?"

How could she forge? Bonnie found herself thinking. She had some crazy truth or dare stories with her best friends back in high school. "Please tell me you don't want to play?"

"Truth or Dare, Bonnie?" A mischevious look crossed Rebekah's eyes, and Bonnie knew that it only meant trouble.

"Do I have too?" She whined a little.

"Yes."

"Fine, Truth…"

Rebekah figured that she would choose truth, so she knew the exact question to ask, "Why did I see Damon coming out of your room mid-morning the other day?"

Bonnie's eyes bulged. "Can I choose dare?"

Klaus Mikaelson wasn't the sentimental type. He never had been. Many people got that impression of him due to the fact that he was one of the world's most respected artist. But that didn't shape whom he was a person… didn't improve necessarily improve his personality.

Many people have told him that he put Leonardo Divinci, Picasso, and any historical painter that you could think of to shame. His work was loved and cherished by many. One of the best reviews that he once received was that his artwork could 'launch a thousand ships.' That type of compliment was only given once and to Helen of Troy; the woman whose beauty alone, pretty much launched a thousand ships; there was more information to the historical moment, but that was another story for another time. None the less, he was good at what he did and he took pride in it He took what was just a hobby when he was younger and turned it into nothing short of a franchise; having exhibits all over the world.

But that wasn't his only job.

As he sat at the graves of his brothers, staring intently at their tombstones, he thought about his other line of work. A line of work that he had eventually made a profession out of that only Elijah, Marcel, and Damon knew about. And It was better that way because if Rebekah, Stefan and when Kol and Finn were alive, knew about it he knew that it wouldn't really sit well with them. It wasn't something that he was absolutely proud of but as the years went on, he found himself marveling in the irony of it all.

The world knew him as a good-looking painter who could capture a person's soul in his artwork, his family knew him as the brother with a temper but who would die to protect them. But underneath it all he was a merciless killer… well executioner may be a better term. He didn't just go around and kill people for the fun of it, but he never felt bad about the lives that were taken under his hand. The logic he had been so equipped with after all of these years was that at the end of the day, the lives that he took all deserved it and the world would be a better place without them.

For instance, Alexander, Rebekah's old boyfriend. After everything that happened with the death of his brothers and Rebekah in the hospital fighting for her life, he made a visit to Alexander, took the money that was rightfully his family's and ended his life, but not before he tortured him. And by torture he meant putting the Hostel and Saw movies to shame. They were armatures compared to the death defying artwork he bestowed upon people.

If Damon or Elijah needed someone to be taken care of, it was him they called; no questions asked. And his protégé, Marcel, had assisted him through many of his extracurricular activities, and with the proper training he had almost become as frightening as Klaus.

"I thought I'd find you here." His brother's voice drifted to his ears, yanking him away from his thoughts.

Elijah kneeled down to be leveled with Klaus as he stared at Finn and Kol's tombstones.

"A day never goes by where I don't miss them." Elijah spoke, his voice solemn, masking the sorrow that engulfed him.

Klaus wasn't in the mood to have an emotional moment with his brother; there had been enough of that during the tragedy. He missed Kol and Finn to the point of pain, but wondering sometimes if they got off easy. Life wasn't all that it was cracked up to be and he learned that from the countless….

"She comes home tomorrow." Elijah knew that he had interrupted his brother from his thoughts.

Klaus was aware of his sister's return tomorrow. He even found himself baking for her; something he rarely did anymore, and dropping it off for her the other day. Rebekah was in a sense, his other half. He was close to all of his family, including the Salvatore brothers and Marcel, but Rebekah was almost a girl version of him. So, when everything happened and he witnessed her in that room, drugged out, crying… it killed him. And he couldn't help but let his temper take over. Out of all of his family and friends he was the one with the biggest temper, with Rebekah and Kol following behind in a close second.

"Do you think that if we were born into a different time… if we lead a different life…. things would be different?" Elijah asked, at Klaus's silence.

And his question traveled through Klaus's mind daily after everything they been through "All the time," He answered, glancing at his brother for a moment.

Elijah's hand found its way on Klaus's shoulder, providing a brotherly comfort. Even though not many words were said between the Mikaelson brothers at this moment, the thoughts traveling through their mind was the same.

The thought that sometimes even surviving through the pain could be the hardest part of it all.

The next day had come faster than Damon Salvatore expected. He had everything planned out upon entering the facility; everything he was going to say to end his duties as a therapist here. But upon coming into the facility, he spotted Rebekah wrapping Bonnie into an embrace, most likely saying her goodbyes. He noticed that they were openly crying, gaining a few looks from a few people walking by.

Women were so emotional, he couldn't help but let the thought cross his mind.

And now he was sitting in his usual seat across from Bonnie as they began her daily session. Well, nightly, since he didn't come earlier today like he should have.

The only noise in the room was from the ticking clock on the wall, as no words had been said between them. It had been literally five minutes of just minimally staring at one another. And that was unlike Damon, especially since he should have at least asked how she was doing, but his tongue rendered him speechless.

And that made him question his anatomy for a moment.

And right when he found his words to speak, Bonnie beat him to it, "I…won't say a-anything. About the other night…I won't." She was nervous; fiddling her fingers even though she had become comfortable around him. But with all of Rebekah's accusations and Damon holding her the other night, she couldn't help but feel a little nervous.

"It wouldn't matter if you did or not." He assured her; not wanting her to think that she was forced to keep a secret he honestly didn't care about getting out… even though he should. And so he found himself doing something he rarely did. "I do want to apologize for that night… I crossed a line and it wasn't professional."

They were silent for a moment as their eyes began playing a hide and seek game. When one looked, the other was looking away.

"Damon…?" Her voice brought him out of his thoughts, and his eyes connected with hers, "Thank you. That night… just… thank you…" And that was all she could say. Her gratitude towards his comfort… his patience was extremely high.

He nodded, trying his best not to gaze at her in a way that would make a certain part of his body a very hard problem again.

"Are you feeling better….after everything?" He didn't realize his voice came out in a huskier tone until her eyes abruptly glanced into his. He noticed the way she unconsciously brought her hand to her throat and folded her legs underneath her.

"If you mean am I to a point where I won't try to drown myself again; then yes… I'm feeling better." She meant for it to come out as a joke to provide any humor to lighten up the elephant in the room, but her voice betrayed her. That day… she wanted to end her life. Being in a world without Matt in it was taking too much of a toll on her; a toll that she could no longer bare anymore.

His answered her with another nod. "How did your group session go yesterday?" His questions were relevant, yet irrelevant. He hadn't formed the courage to come back and see her in three days and he really was concern with how she was doing.

"It actually went alright if you can believe it?" she answered, feeling extremely awkward for the first time sitting in front of him.

The silence enveloped them again but before Bonnie could say anything, Damon asked another question. "Have you been having anymore withdrawals?"

Irritation struck her out of absolutely nowhere, "No. Look, if you don't want to be here you don't have to be. Our sessions are supposed to be every day and you obviously come when you feel like it. And that just throws me off, so I'll continue to go the group sessions, and do whatever else it is I have to do to get out of here."

He could have fed into her irritation or made a comment on how she probably missed him with the way she her attitude sprang out of nowhere, but instead he opted into asking her another question, "After your friend's found you… after Matt's death. Talk about that, what happened then?"

She was a little taken back by his question; not really expecting it, but expecting it if that made sense. And though the irritation never left, she still answered, "What kind of question is that when you already know the answer?"

And yet he continued to sit there and continue to look at her. Because he knew that she would began talking soon.

Past

She could hear voices in the distance… they were muffled voices. She didn't know how long they had been out there or whom had been out there.

She was sitting on a bed that wasn't hers, in clothes that weren't hers, and her hair was wet from the shower that she didn't remember taking.

She had no idea how long she had been sitting here… how long she had been staring at the blank wall in front of her.

"Why can't we see her?" She heard a female voice pretty clear. She heard the frustration behind the voice, but she didn't know who it had belonged too. Maybe if things were different, she would have recognized it.

"She needs to be alone right now." It was a male voice. She knew that voice. She knew that voice because it was his bed she had been sitting on for twenty four hours; it had been his clothes that she was wearing. The water to his shower that she had stood under for so long her skin had started to prune over.

"Stefan that's not your call to make. She's our friend." It was another female voice. It was familiar and yet her mind was so warped that she couldn't put a name too it. She didn't even try.

Stefan spoke again, but she zoned out, so she heard nothing.

And she didn't know how much time went by, but a small light filled the room and Stefan was now kneeling in front of her. She didn't even see him turn on a lamp or come in.

"Your grandmother will be here tomorrow." Stefan's voice was comforting yet held sadness.

She didn't know if she nodded but she did feel her head move a bit, so it had to have done something.

"You should eat, Bonnie," His eyes moved to his desk on the other side of the room, where a bowl of soup was placed.

She wasn't hungry. She honestly didn't know if she would ever have an appetite again.

"W-why," She almost didn't recognize her own voice. It was soft... barely there. She didn't even remember the last time she heard it. "W-why are you b-being so nice to me…" She had been nothing but rude to Stefan… down right mean and nasty, but yet he was here… trying to help her.

"My brother went through the same thing. So, believe it or not, I know what you're going through."

They were silent for a moment as they just stared at one another. And Bonnie didn't realize when the tears began to fall from her eyes until she was speaking again. "I don't think I can breathe…"

And when Stefan pulled her into a hug, she cried; cried about everything… cried about Matt. He was dead. Not here anymore. It didn't feel real. It couldn't be real. Was she in a pit of a nightmare that she couldn't get out of?

No, this was real. She was crying in Stefan's arms at the death of her best friend… her boyfriend… her soulmate. That was real. Matt wasn't coming back.

That was her reality.

She didn't know how long she cried in Stefan's arms, but as the tears continued to fall, he didn't mind. He wanted to help her… wanted her to get better.

"I'm ready to go to rehab now." Her voice was so low, he almost didn't hear her.

And again he nodded. He was glad she came around sooner than she did, because he already saved her a spot in Manhattan's Rehabilitation Center; one of the best in the world. It was fully paid for and his brother had agreed…well, in the process of agreeing, to be her therapist.

Present.

"When was the last time you did something for the first time?" Damon asked upon hearing her reveal her past. He asked the question because he was curious, but also because her tears were forming and he didn't want her to relive that painful moment anymore.

When she gave him a smirk, he realized that he needed to reword the question, "And when I say that I mean something fun, something fulfilling that made you feel alive beyond the drugs and the alcohol?"

She couldn't answer because she didn't know.

Damon stood up, "Come with me," It wasn't a demand… it was a request… a hopeful request.

"What?" she asked, looking up at him, unsure about what he meant.

"I want you to come with me; it'll just be for an hour."

Bonnie found herself standing up, not really understanding where this was going. "Wait, you want me to go with you where?"

"For a drive." His voice was simple, like it was just okay for her to leave the facility and go for a drive with her therapist.

"I can't leave here, you know that."

"I know that, but since you're with me you can, and no one can say anything."

"I'm not going with you." Her decision was made. No matter if they wouldn't get in trouble; she wasn't about to break the rules to go on a drive with her therapist.

"Well you should." He said nonchalantly. He could see in her eyes that she was breaking.

How long had it been since she'd been on the outside of this facility? She honestly didn't know. With that being said, she still wasn't going to go.

And yet five minutes later, Bonnie found herself in the passenger seat of Damon's blue convertible Ferrari. She was extremely aware that she was sitting in a car that she would never be able to afford in her lifetime. Hell, she never even thought she could afford to just ride in it.

Damon definitely proved that he could do anything he wanted too. She was just glad that night had fallen onto the earth, and everyone who were patients in the facility were in their room or in another area of the center; not being present when they left.

For a moment she couldn't believe that it was real. That she was in a Ferrari beside her therapist.

And she couldn't help but wonder if this was supposed to help her in her recovery process. She really didn't see how it would.

Damon found himself getting into the driver's seat, and looked at her, "Are you ready?"

She nodded but to be honest she wasn't sure. This just didn't happen.

And before she knew it, they were making their way down the street, taking an exit to the highway.

Damon couldn't help but glance over at Bonnie from time to time. She was concentrated on the outside around her, and in just this small moment, he noticed a change in her demeanor. Initially he was doing this to help in her recovery, because day to day sessions could get. And everytime he took a night to just drive like a bat out of hell, it brought him peace.

"I'm about to pick up the speed. And I want you to just take a moment to feel the wind on your skin… to let the feeling of pure elation course through. I'm not going to let anything happen to you alright?"

Bonnie's eyes connected with his briefly and she nodded.

"Are you ready?"

"Yes." She answered.

And then before she could comprehend anything, Damon was hitting 90, then 100…. 150… 200…

Bonnie never felt such a thrill.

This went beyond the contentment she use to limit herself with. This was different. This wasn't just euphoric. She was feeling all of her walls fall down. She was feeling free. For a moment she felt as if she had a bright future ahead of her again; a better one than she had envisioned when everything had hit rock bottom.

Bonnie was in this moment. Serene…

She was in an extremely nice car, going 220 miles per hour.

And she felt weightless.

She was healing and she was accepting it.

A/N: So, what did you all think? I'm not going to lie, I wasn't as fond of this chapter, because as you all can see it was a filler. And probably not my best work, but I hope you all enjoyed it none the less! Please review & thank you all so much for reading. I'm not sure exactly when the next chapter will be out, but hopefully sometime soon. Please review! xoxo