AN: This chapter is going to be short so let me apologize in advance! I'm going to TRY to update more by the end of the week. I honestly just wanted to get this part out so that I can continue with them in the past without giving too much away, lol. Once again, thanks for the reviews, lovelies and enjoy.

If Bonnie never heard Beyoncé's voice again, it would be too soon. Every time his name filled the digital screen on her dashboard, On the Run would blast through her speakers and after the thirtieth time, she regretted ever setting it for that bastard. It had been a little over an hour since she left him on the floor in their home and so far, she had no idea of where to go but the boarding house was off-limits. There was an iron-clad block in place between them, locking him out of her mind and unable to locate her but she knew that the boarding house would be the first place he went.

When thirty seconds passed without her phone vibrating in her lap, she sighed in relief but the incessant buzz returned and this time, Sweet Caroline blared through the speakers and Caroline's name replaced his. She wiped her eyes with the back of her hand before pressing the answer button on the steering wheel. Before she could speak, Caroline's shrill voice filled her ears. 'Bon, what's going on? Damon said that he can't find you.'

'Because he can't.'

'He won't tell us what's going on but she's making it seem like we need to assemble a full-blown search party for you. What happened?'

Bonnie rolled her eyes. 'I told Damon everything,' Caroline gasped. 'He slept with another woman and I left him.'

The phone went silent for a moment and Bonnie tensed, ready for the fall out. 'When you say slept with another woman, do you mean-'

'I mean that he slept with the woman and I didn't ask for details because I didn't care.'

'I'm going to cut his dick off!' She screeched. 'I'm going to kill him.'

'Caroline, please don't make things worse than what they are. I'm fine.'

'You're fine? Your husband slept with another woman. You're not okay and I'm on the way to you right now. Where are you?'

'Caroline-'

'Tell me where to come and I'll be there within the next thirty minutes.'

Bonnie sighed. 'You can't, Caroline. He'll just follow you, he's probably on the way to the boarding house right now.'

'Fuck him! Where are you going to go, Bonnie?'

Bonnie still had no idea. When she left her home, it was because she needed to get away from Damon and fast but she hadn't planned too far ahead and frankly, she hadn't planned on evacuating her home at the drop of a dime. 'I've been driving around in circles for an hour and I still haven't figured that part out. It's just too much, Care.' Her voice broke.

'Don't worry about it. I'll take you to my family's cabin and you can stay as long as you need.'

'Caroline, you don't have to. I don't want to put you and Stefan in the middle.'

'I'm your best friend, Bonnie. I have to. I'm going to grab some blood bags and some wine, and we're going to order pizza and figure this out. Okay?'

Bonnie felt herself smiling through her tears. 'Okay.'

Bennett-Salvatore

'Stefan!' Damon growled, as he threw the front door to the boarding house open and stepped inside. 'Get down here, brother.'

'She's not here, Damon.' Stefan said, walking into the foyer where his elder brother stood.

'I can't feel her. I can't- I can't even feel her anymore.' Damon said, pacing the floor like a caged animal ready to strike.

'Calm down, Damon. What's going on?'

'What's going on is that your brother is a spineless piece of shit,' Caroline sped down the stairs and into Damon's face. 'How fucking dare you?'

'Blondie, I'm not in the mood. Have you spoken to her?'

'Yes, and she sent you a message.' Damon felt himself perking up before Caroline slapped him so hard that his neck almost snapped. Stefan sped between the two, facing Caroline. 'Caroline!'

'Fuck him! I hope he chokes on vervain.'

'What's going on?'

'She left.' Damon bit out, holding his jaw.

'Tell him why she left, Damon. Tell him what you did.'

'I didn't do anything!' Damon yelled. 'I didn't do anything and that's the problem. She doesn't believe me and she left me.'

'Oh, yeah and where were you last night?' Caroline asked, crossing her arms over her chest.

'That's none of your damned business, Blondie.' Damon growled, clenching his fists at his side.

'Where were you last night, Damon?' Stefan asked, turning to face his brother. 'And tell me the truth.'

He hesitated for a moment. 'I met a girl at the bar last night. She wasn't Bonnie pretty but she was alright after three bottles of bourbon-'

'Damon!'

'Alright!' He sighed, holding his hands up in defeat. 'I was just so... mad at her that I got as drunk as possible and then left with the girl-'

Stefan pinched the bridge of his nose. 'What the hell have you done?'

Caroline shook her head before grabbing her purse and keys. 'He did what Damon Salvatore is known for. He got mad and threw a tantrum like the child he is.'

'I didn't cheat!' He pleaded. 'I fed on the girl and fell asleep in her box of an apartment but I didn't touch her. I promise. I couldn't- I wouldn't do that to Bonnie.'

'And are we supposed to believe you? You've fucked up, Damon and you deserve this.'

If he didn't believe that killing Caroline would break his brother's heart and push him further into the dog house with Bonnie, he would've ripped her heart from her chest at that very moment. Bonnie was his wife, his mate, and he couldn't feel her and couldn't find her. Their connection was so strained that he was afraid if he pulled too hard, he'd severe it completely, but Caroline was right. He deserved this. 'Can you just tell her that I love her. Please.'

Caroline eyed him for a moment before giving Stefan a kiss and walking out of the house. Stefan sighed and walked back into the living room, closing the copy of Jane Eyre that lay open on the table and turning to his brother. 'What are you going to do?'

For the first time in his life, Damon was stumped. 'I have no clue.'

Bennett-Salvatore

Bonnie stared, blankly, into the abyss at the bottom of the coffee mug she clutched tightly as she slipped deeper and deeper into her equally dark thoughts. After speaking with Caroline and agreeing to meet her at the Forbes' cabin, she decided that the small, but conveniently located on the outskirts of Mystic Falls, cafe would be the perfect place to wait for her best friend's call and collect her thoughts.

The sound of tapping drew Bonnie from her thoughts and into reality. She lifted her left hand from the mug, eyeing the culprit of the incessant sound. The spot where her wedding ring and band once sat felt- naked. She rubbed the spot where her skin had lightened in color and sighed. She couldn't seem to wrap her mind around how fast things changed.

Yesterday morning, she was Bonnie Bennett-Salvatore, wife of Damon Salvatore, her best friend and the love of her life. She was happy, unbelievably happy, and she was in love.

Today, she was hurting.

She was still in love with her husband but an immense pain had taken place of the happiness she once felt.

I didn't cheat, he said. Believe me, he said, covered from head to toe in the scent of another woman. He lied directly to her face and for that, she couldn't forgive him, she couldn't believe him. Not when she had already forgiven him for so much.

Did he think that she wouldn't notice?

Did he forget the bond that they shared? That his scent was once the catalyst to drive her off the cliff and into his arms? Did he forget that they shared the same heart?

Three-Years Earlier.

'This shouldn't take long..' Bonnie said, unlocking the front door to her Gram's house. She moved to the side, holding the door open and motioning for Damon to come in. He eyed her for a moment, causing a blush to rise in her cheeks before brushing past her into the living room of the house.

'Grab and go.' Damon spat, peeking out of the curtains to make sure that they weren't being followed by Marcel or another one of Klaus' minions. 'There's no telling what Klaus has planned and we only have a short window of time to move.'

Bonnie looked up from her Gram's book shelf and to where he stood, rolling her eyes. 'You don't have to protect me, Damon.'

'Oh, yeah? Then who will?' He asked, turning to face her.

'If I'm as powerful as everyone thinks I am, I think that I can handle myself.'

'And that's your first mistake,' He said, walking to where she stood and grabbing the tattered grimoire from her hand. 'You don't even know how to harness that power, Bon. You'll be dead or in Klaus' regime before morning.'

'You're so overdramatic.'

'And if I wasn't there tonight, what would you have done?' He asked, flipping through the grimoire nonchalantly.

'Probably gotten drunker and went home with some fine specimen for a little feed and fuck.'

Damon eyes widened and he scoffed, earning a laugh from Bonnie. 'Like hell you would!'

'Calm down, father Salvatore. I'm just kidding!' She chuckled, still searching for another one of her family's grimoires. 'I can take care of myself.'

'Is that why you've been avoiding me since that night at the Grille?' He questioned.

'I haven't been avoiding you-'

'I know when Bonnie Bennett is being elusive and you, my dear Bonnie Bennett, have been giving me the cold shoulder.'

'I don't recall.'

'Somebody was the favorite grandchild.' He said, glancing around the room at the pictures of young Bonnie. 'Why were so many of your teeth missing?'

'I know that you were a child like a thousand years ago, but that's what happens to children.' Bonnie rolled her eyes. 'And I wasn't the favorite, I was the only grandchild.'

'I know that.' Damon said as he picked up a picture of a smiling Bonnie in the eighth grade. 'You don't look that different.'

Bonnie found the grimoire she had been looking for and handed it to him. 'I had braces, glasses, and bad acne. I definitely look different.'

'If you say so, BonBon.' Damon looked up at Bonnie and smirked, picturing her with the black, thick rimmed glasses she had on in the picture. 'Ready to go?'

'I just need to change and I'll be ready to go.'

'Bonnie-'

'Just five minutes, Damon. You won't tell me where we're going and if I'm in for a night of riding, I want to be comfortable.' Bonnie bent down to take off her heels. 'You could help me.'

'If you wanted me to touch your legs, Bon all you had to do was ask.'

She looked up at him and smirked. 'I wouldn't mind.'

Damon eyes widened and followed Bonnie's hands as they ran down her legs and to the tie around her ankles. 'What?'

'It was a joke,' She chuckled, sitting the heels next to the sofa and standing straight up. 'We all know that you're Delena forever.'

Except for the fact that Bonnie wasn't joking. She was literally fighting the urge to climb on top of Damon and ride him into the sunset. The feelings from the car and the conversation with Care earlier, plus the amount of Patron consumed wasn't doing anything to help Bonnie's feelings remain hidden.

'Delena, huh? He smiled weakly. 'I've never heard that one. Sounds like something she would say.'

Bonnie forced a smile, the thought of Elena like a bucket of cold water being poured over her head. 'She's the one who coined it.'

'I can believe it.'

She frowned at his tone. 'Wanna talk?'

'I'm fine, Bon.' He chuckled. 'She'd want me to be happy and to live, that's what I'm going to do but I need to make sure that you're alright first.'

'You don't have to postpone your happiness for me, Damon.'

'I'm not.' He said, simply. 'I'm where I'm supposed to be right now and it's okay. Now, hurry up and change. We're on a time limit.'

'Okay.' She smiled, genuinely this time. 'Do you think you can help me with my dress?' She asked, turning her back to Damon and flipping her hair over her shoulder.

'If I would've known that I just had to be a sap to get you naked, I would've done it years ago.' He smirked and moved closer to where she stood.

Har-har!' Bonnie closed her eyes as she felt Damon's hands on her zipper. 'You're disgusting.'

'It's nothing that I haven't seen.' Damon whispered, his face on the side of hers as he unzipped her dress to the small of back, directly above the lace thong she bore.

'By accident!' She shot back, turning to face him. 'You snuck into my room!'

'How was I supposed to know that you slept naked?'

Bonnie's felt her cheeks heating up. 'I'm going to go get changed.' She turned to walk up the stairs but the feeling of Damon's hand on her arm stopped her and a shock followed, causing him to pull his hand back.

'What was that?' He asked, confused.

Bonnie looked at the spot on her arm and could still feel his lingering touch. It caused a tingling sensation to pass from the top of her head to the pit of her stomach. 'I-I don't know.'

Damon moved closer to her and eyed her suspiciously. 'Did you feel that?'

'Feel what?'

'You shocked me!'

'I did not!' Bonnie played innocent.

'What's going on, Bennett? It's not like you run off when I make inappropriate banter as if I'm not the king of inappropriate.'

She could barely breathe because of how close he was to her right now. She opened her mouth to say more but all she could do was whisper. 'Nothing.' She cringed at how weak she sounded.

'You're forgetting that I know you.'

'Damon, I'm drunk and going to change. We're pressed for time, remember?'

'You're not that drunk anymore. Perks of being a vampire.'

He was right but she couldn't let him know that the Patron had worn off during their ride to Grams'. 'You don't know that.'

'Oh, but I know you, Bonnie Bennett, and you wouldn't avoid me for a week then dance on a bar at a club, so once again, what's going on in that mind of yours?'

Bonnie needed to get away from him and fast. She looked up at the man that towered over here and could see nothing but the blue of his eyes. 'I can't.'

'You can't what?'

'I just- can't.' She chewed her bottom lip and took a step back but he matched her step. 'Not going to work, Bon. Why have you been avoiding me?'

Bonnie sighed, feeling trapped and defeated. There was no way out of this and for the life of her, she couldn't think of a lie to tell him. 'It's just-'

'It's just-' Damon mimicked. 'Spit it out.'

'I know that it's crazy but I think we're bonded.'

Damon eyes widened for a second before he began to laugh. 'That's not possible.'

'I thought the same thing at first but,' She paused. 'It's like something is drawing me to you.'

'Get naked.' Damon said, bluntly.

'No!' She slapped his arm. 'What the hell, Damon?'

'See!' He threw his hands up in surrender. 'If you were sired to me, you would've did it just to please me or are you forgetting that entire Elena situation.'

'Believe me, I haven't forgotten.' And she hadn't. She hated Elena during that time, it was like she became Damon's pet and that wasn't the case now. 'I don't think it's a sire bond. You don't feel anything?'

Damon paused, patting down his chest and his thighs before smirking. 'Nothing.'

Bonnie frowned. 'There's only one way to find out.'

'And how is that-'

Damon was cut off by the feeling of Bonnie's full lips upon his. It took him a second to register that his best friend was kissing him but once he did, he reciprocated the kiss and pulled her closer to him. She felt like her entire body was on fire. Her dress fell from her hands and her bare breasts pressed against his clothed chest. A moan slipped from her mouth into his as he pulled away abruptly.

She was frozen, half naked and in shock. Damon turned away from her as she wrapped her arms around herself and pulled her dress up over her breasts. 'Damon, I-I...'

He shook his head, walking towards the front door. 'Hurry up and get changed. I'll be in the car.'