Black Girl White Boy

Chapter 18 - Vicious Cycles of Violence and Pain

R-M Subject content, assualt, physical violence, mature language

You may be surprised how, I did a turnaround update. I felt bad leaving you all with the cliffhanger. I appreciate the response from the last chapter, and couldn't leave you all waiting. Without further ado, chapter 18. Please enjoy.

"Virgin, right? Waiting for that special moment, with that special guy?" He laughed. "Too bad it won't be Damon Salvatore!" He pushed his pants downward. "Did you ever think it would be on the locker room floor to the captain of the Varsity Basketball team? Son of the Mayor. The man you keep playing hard to get with?"

"Tyler... I'm begging you. PLEA-" He slapped his hand down and covered her mouth and she could barely see through her foggy, puddled up eyes. still fighting to keep her legs closed, and her body covered. And his pants were undone, and down, and he was pulling at her underwear, and she felt defeated. Did he finally win? Did he finally beat her? He wouldn't stop, until he forced her to submit. She knew, the school board, wouldn't do a damn thing for her.

"Say it BONNIE. You want it. SAY YOU FUCKING WANT IT!" She shook her head no, violently, while he covered her mouth, not caring that her tears were all over his fingers. She felt him try to push himself onto her, into her, all over her, prying and trying his hardest to force her legs apart. But she would never stop fighting, Bonnie is a fighter. Bonnie's back was aching... everything was becoming a blur.

...

Damon kissed his girlfriend goodbye and headed to work. He watched her disappear, and hated leaving her to have to catch the bus. He drove to work, and told his boss he needed an extra hour, and that his girlfriend needed a ride to work. His boss, was understanding. Damon, went back to the school, under the assumption, he'd catch Bonnie before she walked to the city bus stop. He expected to not see any cars in the student lot, but only a few cars were left. He noticed Tyler's Lockwood car was still in the lot. Something wasn't right about that. He remembered Elena wasn't at school today, and Tyler was always with Elena. Basketball season was over. Why was he still here?

He immediately got out of his car and headed towards his girlfriend, who would be running on the track. He walked towards the track and field, and she wasn't there. She must've have been showering in the locker room, and getting on her work clothes. His suspicions grew stronger, with concern as he headed towards the locker room. The closer his foot-steps brought him, the more he heard faint yelling but from where? He stopped and listened to the faint, yell that was more like a scream... coming from the locker room.

When he got closer he recognized his girlfriend's voice, screaming for help. He ran towards the girl's locker room, and it was locked shut. So, he headed to the gym entrance, and to his knowledge, those doors were never closed. When he busted inside and followed her voice, his entire body broke in speed towards the vicious sounds, and after hearing Tyler as the second voice, "Say it BONNIE! You want it. SAY YOU FUCKING WANT IT!" Damon kept quiet, hoping to catch Tyler unannounced. When he made it to the the scene before him, his whole body overheated, while his fist balled up. His girlfriend fighting Tyler for her life, or her virginity, he couldn't tell. She was struggling to fight him, and keep the towel on her body. Tyler, proved to be much stronger than Bonnie on a physical level. But he wasn't stronger than her boyfriend.

"Ouch, you bitch!" Tyler screamed. Bonnie bit his shoulder, as it dug into her jaw, when he was trying to penetrate her.

Suddenly Tyler felt a jolt, and Bonnie's body was relieved of his weight as he was yanked off of her. She could hardly see. Eyeliner ran down her cheek, and she turned to catch her breath, and cover her body, unaware Damon was there.

Damon reached for Tyler, by his collar, from behind and slammed his head into the lockers several times. BANG! The loud thud of Tyler's head, echoed in the girl's locker room all the way through to the gym, which could be heard through the school's track and field. Tyler almost went unconscious, but Damon didn't let him black out before he, beat him almost lifeless. For about five minutes Damon damn near ended Tyler's life. "You fucking piece-of-shit." BOP! Damon's fist connected to Tyler's jaw. "You hurt her?" BOP! "You fucking touched her?" BOP! "You thought I'd let you get away with it?" BOP! BOP! BOP! "I'll fucking kill you. You think everybody's afraid of you?" BOP! BOP! BOP! "Think again! I ain't afraid of you." He yelled into Tyler's face spitting all the while.

Bonnie looked up. "Damon? Oh my God, Damon?" She rubbed her eyes, and tried standing up. "Damon, stop." Tyler's while face was bludgeoned, like a Texas chainsaw massacre scene. Bonnie couldn't even see Tyler's features.

"I'm going to end your life, right now!" BOP! BOP! BOP! BOP!

"Damon! We have to go. Stop it." She pulled at Damon, trying to get him off Tyler. She'd never seen him so angry.

"If you ever touch her again-"

Finally, Bonnie pulled him off him. "No, Damon. It's enough. You got him. He's not breathing."

"Good." Damon said, and kept punching Tyler in the face.

"Damon, stop. You're going to kill him."

"He should fucking die!"

"No. please. You'll go to prison. Stop." Bonnie pulled him off with all her might. His rage was stifled all those weeks of trying to be the bigger person for Bonnie, and for graduation.

Damon looked at Bonnie, with a towel barely covering her and tears falling down her cheeks. "Oh my god. Bon Bon. Baby? I'm sorry."

"I thought you were at work? What happened?" She asked while he wiped tears off her cheeks.

"I don't know, something told me not to let you catch the bus. I came back to give you a ride, after talking to my boss." He looked all over her body, for bruises and cuts.

"Thank God."

"Did he... hurt you?"

"My back."

"No, Bonnie. Did he... hurt you? You know. Did he succeed in, trying to-"

"No, Damon. He didn't. He tried. But, I fought him." She started crying again. "I fought harder than I've ever fought in my life." She felt like collapsing, and he grabbed her and squeezed her. "Thank God, you came back, Damon. I don't know how much more fight I had. My back is in pain. Something, hit me hard." He turned her around, and saw a huge gash in her back, almost to the bone, of a deep cut, bleeding out profusely.

"Got damn, Bon Bon. We need to get you to the hospital."

"What about him?"

"What about him?" Damon asked angrily. "He hurt you."

"I know, but, what if we get caught? Damon, we could get in trouble. You could go to prison."

"I'll deal with him. You get dressed on go get in Stella... let me handle him."

"Damon-"

"No, Bonnie. Go." She grabbed her things, and as she was gathering to go, they heard a noise, and were stuck on what to do. Coach Jones left detention to come lock up the gym, and the locker rooms. When she arrived, she saw the entire bloody scene. Damon had Tyler's blood all over his fists and clothes. Bonnie was in her towel, and Tyler's pants were unbuckled. It didn't take much to see what had happened. Coach Jones, had to call 911 when she realized Tyler was still breathing.

"He attacked her." Damon said.

"What on earth, is he alive?"

"Yes. He's alive."

They watched as a paramedic was called. It felt like, things were about to go horribly wrong.

...

Bonnie was afraid and looked at Damon, unaware of what was about to happen. Slowly, she got dressed, but couldn't put her bra on, or her shirt, with her large wound, on her shoulder blade. Damon waited outside for Bonnie, while the paramedic took care of her. "Where's my boyfriend?" She asked Mrs. Jones. "He can't get in trouble for this, he was protecting me."

"He's outside, giving a report."

"Wait, what? No. Did you call the cops?"

"Bonnie, I had to, a student is unconscious and barely breathing, on my jurisdiction." Bonnie grabbed her things and snatched away from the paramedic.

"Miss, come back, we aren't done tending to that wound. It needs stitches." The EMT, yelled. She didn't care. She went to find, Damon. She ran through the locker rooms. But, before Bonnie could see straight, Damon was being arrested, and Bonnie was being taken away in an ambulance. "Wait... no...!" She yelled. She reached for Damon.

"Don't worry, baby. I'll be okay." But even he didn't look confident.

"NO! Damon... they can't do this." he mouthed the words to her clear as Day.

"Bon Bon. It's okay." He tried calming her. But all she saw was her step dad being arrested. And dying in prison. And she didn't want it for Damon, too. He looked at her, making eye contact one last time, and calmly saying. "I. LOVE. YOU." Before his head was being pushed roughly into the squad car.

"I love you too." She cried. Before she could figure right from left, Damon was cuffed and off the campus, within minutes of everything. All that could go wrong, just did. Bonnie was devastated.

...

A week later, Damon was in court, being tried as an adult, as he was eighteen. Bonnie's entire world crashed. Grams and Lily were in distress, day and night, figuring out how to fix this and get him out. Ten-thousand-dollar bail, and no one just had ten-grand.

Not only that, but, Tyler denied everything, when he finally came to. He told them, he was set up, after the original hearing didn't go Bonnie's way. The Mayor's son. The Varsity Basketball captain. The "outstanding" student, and citizen. It was his word against Bonnie's again. And with Damon and Bonnie's damaged records, no one on the school board believed them. Coach Jones, told what she saw; which was the truth. It looked like, Damon attacked Tyler for attacking Bonnie. She also mentioned, that she'd noticed since the school board hearing, Tyler had watched Bonnie closely. He managed to break the fifty-foot rule, several times, and Bonnie was noticeably uncomfortable, and seemed too afraid to come forward.

Damon needed to make bail, so he could see Bonnie. He sat in jail for a week, waiting. Finally, he'd made bail. Surprised, he knew his mother didn't have ten grand laying around. He walked onto see the person he least expected, waiting for him.

Things couldn't have possibly gotten worse, for him. A bruised up, and previously, battered, man.

"Hello son."

"Pops."

Damon now stood at the mercy of the one man, he left for dead. The one man, he hated more than anyone. That is, until Tyler laid his sights on Bonnie. Tyler managed to bump Giuseppe down on the list. Last, he saw Giuseppe, he and Stefan beat him and stole his car and money.

Damon walked out followed by his father. This would be an interesting car ride home.

...

"So, you probably want to know where your money is?" Damon asked, looked out the window.

"Where is it?"

"Gone. Blew it on spring break on drugs and partying."

"Twenty grand? No, sounds like about ten-grand short."

"I put it away for Stefan."

"Pft. For what?"

"College. He's going to be something, unlike me. Looks like, I turned out worthless like you."

"Quit feeling sorry for yourself. Where's my car?"

"Away. For Stefan, I told you, he deserves it. I may not want to use your money, but he doesn't have a choice."

Giuseppe turned to Damon and snared with a deep laugh which aggravated Damon. "Mr. Holier than thou, my money got your ass outta jail. Didn't it?"

"So, what? You gonna kill me, beat me, teach me a lesson? Whatever you do, leave Stefan out of it."

"I should beat you, and leave you for dead." Damon clenched in the passenger seat, ready to jump out of the moving car. "But, I won't. The truth is, I'm a fuck up. And I've rubbed off on you."

"What?" His confusion was almost cute, but he was weary and he felt far from cute.

"I have been a piece of shit father. And I'm not saying I will get better over-night. But, when your ma calls and told me what happened, I just... Didn't want this life for you as much as I thought. I mean, I thought an arrest for something like this would put hair on your balls, make you a real man. A street man. A thug, like me. But... defending the woman you love, from some son of a bitch, over privileged bastard, that tried to rape her... you don't deserve this.

She didn't deserve this. Damon thought. "It's not about me. She didn't deserve it." Damon was angry as he looked out the window, remembering the scene he walked in on.

"You're right." His father agreed and he looked at him sideways, and bothered.

"Really? You remember why I beat your ass right? What you said about her?" Damon snapped.

"I'm not perfect son. I've had weeks to think about my life after my son's left me for dead and stole from me."

"I just, don't feel like dealing with bullshit again. Don't bring it to us."

"Son, I said, I'm going to try."

"You fucking lie. Your life is a fucking lie."

"And all I have is family. I'm getting older, and I need to make some changes. Starting with, meeting your girlfriend? She's the black girl, right?" Damon turned to his dad, and rolled his eyes, in disgust.

"Fuck no. Does Lily know about his?"

"She does."

"No. You met her once. You aren't meeting Bonnie again. You're a fucking disgrace." Damon laughed, like it was some type of joke.

"That's right. Bonnie was her name. I'm home for good."

"What?"

"Listen, I came back a couple weeks ago. Your ma, had to help get me together, after you little bastards damn near killed me. She had to stitch me up. I can't go to a hospital. You forget, they run my name, I go to jail."

"Not my problem." Damon reminded him. "You left us, not the other way around."

"No. Your ma left me. Kicked me out. You don't know the whole truth. But, yeah, it was my fault. I don't live at home. But I'm back in Mystic Falls. Whether you like it or not. And I'm the one, that's gonna take care of all this shit for you. I've been in trouble before. I've dealt with rich yuppies like the Mayor, and I have some people, in high places son. You need my connections. I came back to help you, and to be a better man. But give me some credit, after how you left me. This is a big step for me." Damon remained speechless sitting next to his psychotic father the whole way home.

...

Bonnie sat at home with her grams, watching television. She was going over her lines in her head. Normally she practiced with Damon, but he'd been in jail for the past week. He called her twice a day, but all they had was ten minutes to talk. Besides the collect calls were expensive. Sheila sat quietly watching Bonnie study. She could tell her granddaughters head wasn't all the way in the books. And Bonnie had t slept right, since Damon had been gone.

She walked towards her with a blanket and some cookies. "Hey baby. Why don't you take a break from your studies."

"I really can't grams. This week has been hard to focus and I just want to make sure I pass with above average grades. I can't go to New York, or LA, without being exceptional."

"We both know, that won't be a problem. But I see the blank stares. The distraction."

"No, grams. I'm fine."

"You're not." Sheila, handed Bonnie a cookie and watched as she just held it. "You haven't eaten much, in a week."

"I know. I just... Damon's not graduating. He has been expelled. We had a plan, grams. And now... "

"Now, nothing. It ain't over til it's over."

"It's over. Tyler won. The fact that he has his mouth wired shut, and three of his teeth broken out, and he has to write on paper to speak for himself, because he cant talk... has Damon, awaiting a hearing, that he won't win, with his priors. Lily, has no money, for a good lawyer, because Damon told her, he doesn't wanna use their daddy's dirty money. Tyler's going off to college in Alabama. Tyler's daddy's the Mayor. And he's white, upper class royalty of Mystic Falls. While the Salvatore's, have drug history, robbery convictions, and we are the black Bennett's." She gave a sour, angry tone. "Grams, ain't nobody, here for us."

"Now child, I done told you about at. We don't feel sorry for ourselves. We do that, then they win. Hold your head up high, and keep fighting."

"Fight what? For who? I'm a black girl form NOLA. A transfer in from a trouble making past. I should'a stayed. Then Damon wouldn't be in jail."

"Bonnie Bonita Bennett. Stop talking like that. We gone get Damon out. We are fighting this. And when we are done, that school is going to give a public apology to both you and Damon. Do you understand me?"

Bonnie held back tears in her eyes, and wiped the one that tried to fall, sniffing up her feelings. "Yes ma'am."

"Now. Aside from the legal bull... how are you? I know what happened is scary."

"Yeah. I guess I'm good grams. Just... I'm a virgin, grams. And he almost, took the one thing, I thought I had control over. He almost took from me, my... my... my-" she started to cry. "I just, I will always hate him for that."

"Hating him... right now, is fine. But eventually... you'll have to let that hate go, or it'll eat at you. But, by all means, right now, you have every right to be angry, and feel rage. Use that as your fight, to win this thing. Then after we win this thing, and we will, you'll have to figure out a way to slowly, let it go, and live your life. Because, if you don't... you'll end up, like me years ago."

"What do you mean, grams?"

"Bonnie, baby... years ago, when I first came to Mystic Falls, I left a place, where I was abused."

"You, grams? You were abused?"

"Yes. I was. Your mother, was-" Sheila took a deep breath. "Your momma was conceived out of wedlock. To a man who raped me. A white man. If you ever wonder why her skin is so fair, and her hair is so straight... it's because of that. And hers and my relationship for years, was hard, because I couldn't handle being a mother, when I wasn't ready. Which is why she rebelled so hard against me. Which is also, why your momma hates white folks so much. She found out how she was conceived, and why she never knew her daddy. It just festered in her, and it festered in me, and we were both angry. But, she was angry because of me. And I was angry because of him. But, had I forgiven him, for my own sake... I wouldn't have passed all that anger to my child. Who passed some of it to you."

"Grams, I'm so sorry. I had no idea." Bonnie grabbed her grandmother and hugged her.

"Oh child, it was thirty-three years ago. I'm fine now. But you, count your blessings. Damon got there in time. He kept that man from raping you. He loves you, Bonnie. And if someone, like Tyler Lockwood, can exist in this world, just like the man who raped me, then having a man, who had a sixth sense enough, to love you and make sure you were okay, then somewhere, in the world things are beginning to change. Maybe not on the grand scale, but little at time. And make sure they always know, you are Bonnie Bennett. You are Black, and you are proud."

"I will grams."

"Don't ever let anyone, take away your fight. Your strength. Your beauty inside and out. And your courage. Don't let Tyler do it."

"I won't grams. I promise."

"And you, baby girl, make the difference. Be the difference, you want to see." Bonnie and Sheila both cried.

"I will grams. I will."

"I love you, and I'm very, very proud of you." She wiped her granddaughter's tears and smiled.

"Thank you, Grams."

"And I'm sure your momma is too. She just, needs to get herself together."

"Yeah." Bonnie rolled her eyes. "Sure. I know."

"Oh, baby girl. I can't believe I told you all that. I thought I'd wait til you were grown with your own kids."

"Wow. So, I have a little white in me?" Bonnie asked surprised. "Id'a never guessed it."

"Yeah. You do. But, that fact, doesn't take away how beautiful you're black is. You are still just as black as me. Black is in your blood, and your soul. It isn't measured by no damn percentage."

"I know. Grams. Truth is I don't feel no different. I still feel the same."

"Of course. And hey, we will help Damon. I promise."

"I know grams. We will."

...

Bonnie went to school all week, with no word on Elena's whereabouts, and not returned phone calls. Every time she spoke to Kat, she delivered messages for Elena to call. Kat delivered messages, and Elena didn't call.

"Kat, I'm running out of options here."

"Bons, I try. She tells my parents she is afraid to be in the cross fire, so she stays home. I bring her the work, and she won't be back until the last week of school for finals."

"Do they know she's pregnant?"

"She told me she's not pregnant." Kat claimed.

"Kat, why would I lie?" Bonnie asked.

"Bonnie, I'm not calling you a liar. But Elena is known to exaggerate and lie for attention. Maybe she lied to you."

"Son-of-bitch! This is my life. My life, Kat. Damon's life. It ain't a joke."

"I know. But what can I do?" Kat asked.

"Kat, make your sister open her fuckin mouth."

"Care!"

"Kat! She's being a spaz. Tyler harassed Bonnie. Why would she be so blinded by his status, and protect the sleeze-ball, that would hurt her and her friend?" Caroline yelled. Bonnie had it in her mind that she wouldn't beg. The two girls argued, and between Katherine and Caroline, by the time they finished arguing, they turned to see Bonnie wasn't there anymore.

"Where'd she go?"

"I don't know."

"This is all your fault."

"No, it's yours. Stop protecting your sister, and get her to tell the truth." Caroline left Katherine with those words, and went to her next class. Bonnie hated being at school. A lot of the kids, were once again divided, on what to believe. Tyler accused of attempted rape, and Damon arrested for felony assault.

The girl who came to the school, new with an attitude, was now the talk of the school again. The school wanted to keep everything quiet, in town, so the tabloids wouldn't get a hand in the story. The Mayor, made promises to the school administration for them to do what it took, to keep the story under wraps. Bonnie had even been talked to by her school counselor about, discretion, while everything was sorted out. She couldn't take it anymore. She decided to go to Elena's house herself.

...

Bonnie knocked on the door, and waited. Standing in the front of Elena's and Katherine's house. She waited a while, because she knew Elena wouldn't answer the initial time. After her third attempt to knock, Elena finally opened the door.

"Bonnie, whatever it is, has to wait, I don't feel too well-"

"Elena, you know damn well what this is about. No jivin' with me, okay. Damon's, in jail. He ain't graduating, and now, our future, is ruined."

"Bonnie, there's nothing I can do about that."

"Bullshit, Lena. You can go and tell them what you know, about Tyler. What he did to you. I can't tell them about what he did in NOLA, even if he admitted it to me. But, you can tell them about his abusing you." Bonnie lifted Elena's hair, and looked at her neck again.

"Don't touch my hair, Bonnie."

"Wow. You'd let your cousin, just, rot. You leave him out to dry, for a boy, who hits you, and tried to have sex with me against my will?"

"Your word against his, Bon. My parents have the neighbors watching the house, so... you gotta go." Elena tried closing the door in Bonnie's face. But, Bonnie stopped it roughly with her hand.

"Bonnie, what's wrong with you?"

"You, Elena. You're so worried about disappointing your parents, you'd suffer in pain and let me suffer to protect him. Because you think, he'll give you an ideal life? Well, newsflash, Lena. If he could hurt you once, he'll do it again. If he could assault me, he'll assault someone else, thinking he can never be stopped. Damon won't graduate, and you'll be miserable forever. And that baby, will suffer from all the pain you will endure, if you don't do what's right, now!"

"Bonnie, I'm not sure what you want from me. It's not as easy as you may think. " Elena said. But, Bonnie could tell she was an afraid little girl, and still full of shit.

"You know what... months ago, your cousin told me, you were selfish. I didn't care. I befriended you anyway. I stood up for you. I thought I wanted, the same treatment in return. But you know what, I don't want shit from you, Elena. Not a got damned thing. I'll win this thing without you. Just make sure, when it's said and done, never speak a word to me. Ever again!" Bonnie stormed off, and walked back towards the school.

...

As soon as Damon got home, he wanted to call Bonnie, and surprise her. But Lily unplugged the phones. Too many threatening phone calls from people, after that happened to Tyler. She held her composure, as best as she could, and having Giuseppe back around, was actually proving to be good protection. Since coming around, he'd managed to stop over half the threatening calls.

"Ma, I need to talk to her."

"Damon, it's better you get some rest tonight. You've been locked up for ten days. Take a shower, and go to bed. You're no good for Bonnie, having had no rest, and barely eating. Go take a shower, and after wards I'll make dinner."

"Wait, is Bonnie working today?"

"No son. Sheila has been taking a cut on hours at her morning job so she can pick Bonnie up every day after school."

"How can she afford to cut her hours, suddenly?"

"Ms. Sheila, is very good with money. She assured me she was okay."

"I'll put in extra hours at my job and pay her back. Wait, my boss might not let me come back. And if I don't come back, how can I pay for prom? Fuck. Ma. I need to take Bonnie to prom, and make it special for her. I promised."

"Son, we'll figure it out. First we need to get you back in school."

"Pft. They don't want me back there."

"They don't have a choice. You've paid your dues to society. You deserve to graduate."

"Ma, I'm not graduating. Please leave it alone. All that matters right now, is giving Bonnie her dream prom night." He was getting impatient, thinking about her. "I need to go see her." He walked towards the front door.

"No Damon Giuseppe Salvatore, get your tail back over here. I said, you're staying home today. Showering, eating, and getting a good night sleep!" She yelled. He'd never heard his mother yell this way before. "Bonnie would want you to." He took several steps backwards, slowly, and turned towards her.

"Fine." He then turned towards the stairs, and walked to his room. He needed to go day dream about Bonnie, until he saw her again. He was out on bail, and now, he needed to figure out, how to pick up the pieces of his life. Because, if all else failed, he wasn't about to let Bonnie down. He made her a promise, and he intended to keep it.

He walked over to his drawer, and pulled out a small box, opened it, and looked at it. He heard a knock at his door, and he dropped the box back into his drawer and turned towards his door. "Come in." He said.

The door opened. And it was Lily. Still the afternoon, she looked at Damon wearily. "Damon, some reporter is here, for you. I guess, you spoke with her a couple weeks ago."

"Oh... yeah. Right. Uhh. I'll be down ma."

"Okay, son." She closed his door, and he took a deep breath and sighed. That small box, was the only thing, Damon managed to keep a secret, from everyone for since he got back from NOLA. And he was ready to get to the day, he could share it, with Bonnie.

But, first, he had to put on his big boy pants, and deal with the consequences of his actions.

A/N - okay, soooo, I'm sorry about the cliffhanger on the last chapter. I had to leave it there. I almost was gonna leave it where Damon got arrested, but that scene, made more since to cut where I did. I never had intentions to let him carry out the entire assault. I always knew Damon would be the one to hurt Tyler, because I needed Damon's previous trouble-making and jail storyline to carry out, and to bring back Giuseppe and hi importance. If you remember, his past with his father. Anyways, now, we wait as these two kids, deal with the system, and hope the truth comes out, so Damon can graduate, and so Bonnie could receive justice. To clarify, he did not rape her. He was struggling to get her towel and panties off. Sorry for scaring you all with the last cliffhanger. But I'm glad you are invested in Bonnie. And I didn't want to let her lose her virginity in such a traumatizing manner. But, unfortunately in life, some women aren't so lucky. And, that's a level of trauma I don't want for this story. The two of them don't intend to let Tyler get away with this. And I still have some surprises for this story. "Good ones" from here on out. And as you can see with the ending, Damon plans to keep his promise to Bonnie. At all costs. Thanks for reading. ;)