A/N: SORRY I'VE NOT UPDATED IN A VERY LONG WHILE…I'LL TRY TO DO IT MORE OFTEN! Hope you all like this chapter. Enjoy!

Stefan and Bonnie walked with looped arms as they passed the family photos that Stefan slightly blushed at. She laughed as she saw a chubby naked baby Stefan in a tub. She pointed to the older baby next to him.

"Is that-that Damon?" Bonnie chuckled.

Stefan laughed and nodded. "Yeah."

"He looks the same." Bonnie realized.

They walked down the vast and narrow hall; the walls on either side of them were filled with pictures of the family ever since 1898. All of the pictures were mostly in black and white, but that didn't bother her. Bonnie snuggled a little closer to Stefan with her head rested on his shoulder. "I like your family."

"They seem to love you more than me," he murmured playfully, kissing the top of her head.

"How come your father didn't come," she asked innocently.

He stiffened beside her, which made her pull away from him and look up at him. His eyes became hard for a moment, but yet you could see the pain in them. She knitted her eyebrows in confusion.

"What's wrong?" His jaw hardened. She cupped his cheekbones and continued, "Tell me."

He was silent. It was the longest moment of silence that Bonnie had ever been in. He forced a smile onto his face and gently pulled her hands away from his face. He kissed her knuckles and said, "I'm going to get a drink."

He turned around and walked away. She let out a frustrated sigh. She knew that she should have let it go, but…she couldn't. She wanted, no needed to get to know more about him. She walked up to Stefan, just behind him, barely keeping up.

"Why won't you talk to me?" she said as they turned a corner and went down the curved stairs.

Bonnie heard him intake a sharp and angry breath. Bonnie knew that she was about to step on very thin ice right now. It had been almost two months since they had been together. He needs to trust her or else she can't trust him.

"Bonnie," he warned lowly.

She ignored him, continuing, "You and I are together now. I'm your girlfriend and you're my boyfriend. I tell you things, why can't you give me the same?"

"It's different." He growled as they crossed the patio outside, all eyes on them.

"No, it's not. How can you even say something like that to my face after what I told you're," Bonnie said angrily.

Bonnie had told him the truth…the truth about her family. It was rough growing up in a white neighborhood especially since she was the only one and an outcast. It was a rough life, but it only made her stronger. Most of the time at least…she had confided in him and he couldn't do the same with her.

"It's different, ok!" Stefan yelled when they were on the empty field that the men were playing on. She jumped a little when he yelled and it frightened her because he had never yelled at her nor had she seen him. His emerald green eyes blazed with rage at her. He continued yelling, "It's not the same as what happened with you! I'm not going to tell you because I don't want to! So stop asking me! Understand?!"

She blinked away the tears and hurt she felt from his words. Not caring who was watching, Bonnie slapped Stefan across the face it was a hard and loud slap. It was strong enough to make Stefan's head whirl the other way making him stumble backwards, almost falling. She didn't bother to see his reaction and decided to walk away from him. She wanted this night to end. She wanted to just go home and to her nice warm bed.

Bonnie quickly headed towards the front door, forcing herself not to look at the Salvatores. Her hand was on the golden doorknob when Damon said, "I can take you home."

She turned to him and her face softened yet it held sadness in it. She nodded silently and they walked to his car. He opened the passenger door for her and she hesitantly stepped inside. She was surprised that he drove here instead of using the sleek black town car he always rode in; the windows were so dark that you could never see a thing inside of it. Bonnie would look inside of it having walked past it once, her curiosity getting the best of her.

There was a nice silence in the pure black porche between them. Bonnie basked in it by gazing out the window, counting the trees she was able to see in the dark. She looked up and noticed how the crescent moon seemed to be smiling down at her.

"I'm sorry about Stefan," Damon's quiet voice broke through her gaze.

She turned to him and sighed, "Why was he like that?"

Damon immediately tensed up. "He…we…its complicated and kind of fucked-up."

She turned her full attention to him and said softly, "You can trust me."

He considered it for a moment before shaking his head, his fear piling up. "Tell me yours first."

Bonnie frowned and furrowed her brows in worry as she stared straight ahead. "My life wasn't always sunshine and flowers or hanging out with my friends. I used to be that way. High ponytail, poodle skirts, jock boyfriends, and a rich spoiled girl. My family had it all. I didn't really care about my education because I thought that I wouldn't need it and I depended on my loving parents." Bonnie looked down at her hands. "I had thought my parents loved me so much. I was wrong of course. I got knocked-up on the first time with my boyfriend. Parents kicked me out on the streets, boyfriend left me, and I had nothing, but the clothes on my back. I thought that I had hit rock bottom then."

Bonnie's eyes hesitantly glanced up at Damon. His grip had tightened on the steering wheel and his jaw hardened. His eyes were cold and distant. "What happened next?" he said through his teeth as if trying to contain his anger.

She smiled softly. "It got better after Pastor Young found me just two months later when I was looking through the trash for food. I didn't have the baby…I had a miscarriage."

"Your last name is Bennet. Why?"

"My very distant Aunt and Uncle took me in, helped paid for education, and I never talked to my family again. My real name is Bonnie McCullough."

The car swerved a little and shock plastered itself onto Damon's face. He kept on glancing at her while glancing at the dark road.

"Y-You're a McCullough," he asked shocked. She nodded hesitantly. "Does Stefan know?"

She frowned and shook her head. "No because I thought that if her knew he would treat me differently."

"You're family name is very well known. I-I just…you don't seem like a McCullough."

She chuckled lightly. "I'll take that as a compliment, Mr. Salvatore."

He laughed. "It was meant to be one, Miss Bennet."

"Ok, I told you my story. Now tell me yours."

"Well, mine is very different from Stefan's. We both had very…hard lives growing up. We're both fucked-up, Miss Bennet." He pulled to the sidewalk of her apartment building. He turned to Bonnie and continued with coldness in his voice, "I know, deep down I know that if I tell you, you'll run. You'll run for the hills and I-I'm afraid of that."

Bonnie nervously couldn't take her eyes off of his. There was so much truth in them it frightened her. He actually believed that she would run. Bonnie Bennet was no coward. So she sat up straight and gently squeezed Damon's hand that was resting on his thigh.

"I've seen worse," she said.

Damon immediately turned to her, noticing their interlocking hands. His eyes foolishly dropped down to her lips. They parted to let out a nervous breath. Damon leaned over, his eyes still on her lips as hers were on his as well. They both simultaneously looked up at each other. Bonnie peaking through her lashes as Damon's eyes hooded with lust. Bonnie felt her heart pick up a beat faster as she stared into those honest electric blue eyes of his, feeling herself get lost in them.

Damon groaned lowly and pulled away. He looked out of his window and said sternly, "You should go. It's late and you're tired."

Bonnie nodded and tried to smile, but failed miserably. "Good night, Damon. Thank you for driving me home."

Damon didn't respond to her. So she got out of the porche and went inside. Damon closed his eyes in regret.

Stefan had tried and kept on calling Bonnie, but she ignored him each time. She wanted to take a sick day so she did for the first time. In honesty, Bonnie was scared of facing Stefan even though she says she's not a coward. When it comes to something like this then she is one. Bonnie feels something…deep for Stefan, but if he wasn't going to be honest with her then she couldn't be with someone like that. She knew that if she went to work then there would be no way of avoiding him since he was her boss's brother. She was lying in bed, still in her nightgown. It was sunny outside as it decided to beam in on her face. She sighed and got up.

Just as she got dressed, there was a knock at her door. She knitted her eyebrows in confusion as she walked over to the front door. She had on a nude colored dress on. It covered her neck and shoulders. She opened the door and looked around outside. She saw a large white paper bag on the doormat. She bent down and picked it up. She closed the door with her foot as she inspected it. There was a pack of Saltine crackers, 7-Up, and chicken noodle soup. Bonnie took everything out, a note falling on the floor by her feet caught her attention. She picked it up and opened it.

Hope you feel better.

-D.S.

(P.S. We need to talk.)

Bonnie smiled at the note. She bit her lip as she held it in her hands, looking at the typical sick food you would give someone. Bonnie suddenly frowned at the P.S. part. She knew it had something to do with last night. Bonnie would be lying to say that she didn't feel anything, but she was still with Stefan. Even though they were in a fight right now, they were still together. Bonnie sighed loudly in frustration about the Salvatores. She knows that there is something with Damon…last night was a close call. She wanted to kiss him, letting the naughty and irrational part of her mind escape from the guilt.

Bonnie opened up the soup and crackers, smiling at the gift. Just as she grabbed a full spoon of soup when the telephone rang. She groaned and put the spoon down, standing up. She answered it and said, "Hello?"

"Bonnie-" Stefan's voice through the phone before she immediately hung up.

Bonnie took in a deep breath and then a knock was on her door. She prayed that it wasn't Stefan as she opened it. She gasped as she saw Damon standing there…wet from head to toe. His inky black hair pushed to the side, his black suit slicking to his body. Apparently in that moment, she hadn't noticed that it was raining. His chest heaved up and down and his eyes…they were different.

"Damon. W-What are you doing here?" She stuttered nervously.

"I can't stop."

She shook her head. "Stop what, Damon?"

"You. Thinking about you, Bonnie."

She opened her mouth to reply, but then Damon's lips went forward and onto hers. He cupped her face as he kissed her passionately. The wetness of his clothes were soaking hers. Bonnie remembered the first time he had kissed her and it was so forceful, but this time it was different. Soft and nice yet with passion. Damon's hands went on her back, pulling their bodies closer. Bonnie held in the little moans that were about to escape her mouth as Damon's tongue entered her mouth.

Damon suddenly pulled away and smiled softly down at her as he towered over her. His thumb brushed her cheekbones adoringly. He kissed her forehead and whispered, "That should have been our first kiss."

She was too stunned to say anything or react to anything. She was too shocked to say anything. He smiled down at her again and gently kissed her again, long and hard. Bonnie's lips were red and swollen after he pulled away and then walked out of the door. She was still shocked to move. After a moment she finally came back to the present. She quickly closed the door and braced her back against it, breathing heavily. She put her hand through her hair, her widened in fear.

What the hell, she scolded herself.

TBC…

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