Please enjoy this chapter update. This are about to rev up although I would say this is a slow burn where there are clues ...Thank you for the reviews and feedback. Please stay safe and continue to be good people because that is what the world needs. Oh and if you didn't know you will that I really do not like Elena or Jeremy, if that offends don't read.
Chapter 7
Care's ringtone of "Uptown Girl"stirred Bonnie, she scrambled to get to her phone before it stopped ringing. She realized that it was dark now and she had been sitting in that same spot for hours and hadn't noticed.
"Hey Care," she said a little winded after sprinting to get to her phone.
"Bitch where are you? You are not going to fucking believe what I just saw. Guess...guess," she said a bit louder, "Forget it, I'll tell you cause you will never guess. I saw dick-face and slut number one at the Grille, fucking sitting with your fucking friend, slut number two and shit-head." Care shouted.
"I'm assuming you mean Jeremy, Anna, Elena and Damon." Bonnie deadpanned, smiling at Caroline's antics.
"Yes bitch. Who else?" Care screamed into the phone. Caroline was beside herself.
"Funny that Elena was with them?" Bonnie was taking it all in, her mind calculating.
"Yes, yes, yes, bitch! She was sitting with them next to doofus Damon and they were acting like they were all fucking best friends and they were talking about you. I heard dick-face crying about his truck or something, thinking you did whatever it was."
"When they saw me they started whispering and then when I walked past they looked at me like I had BooBoo the fool written on my forehead. That bitch gonna smile that fake saccharine smile at me. I just politely smiled, flipped them a bird and told them to suck my dick since it was bigger than anyone's that was sitting at that table."
Bonnie nearly choked on her spit upon hearing that, "Fuck Care, no you didn't," she exclaimed laughing.
"Yes I did and dared any one of them to say something or move. And not near one of them punk bastards did anything. I swear to God I hate her fucking ass. I will hate her until my dying day cause if she, God willing, dies before me, I will still hate her rotting fucking ass." She finished, breathing slowly trying to not scream.
"Well it doesn't surprise me since I saw Jeremy fucking Anna and some random girl when I went to his apartment earlier. I guess…"
"WHAT!" Caroline screamed into the phone. "What the fuck did you say? You saw him fucking that wannabe-Wednesday Addams, seven-eleven cunt? That fucking bitch almost thirty and still wanna act like she is some highschool emo goth bitch." Care bellowed.
"Care...Care..my ear..calm down." Bonnie was rubbing her forehead, trying not to laugh because that would encourage Care.
"Calm down...what the fuck? What did you do? Did you key his truck? Or put sugar in his gas tank? No..No..did you cut his brake lines? Oh please tell me you fucked his shit up and hers too. Or did you turn into Left-Eye or Farrah Fawcett?"
Bonnie chuckled. "What? Caroline I didn't do anything," she answered, but flashes of a key in her hand, his truck and 'Pussy Ass Fuck Boy', made her pause and then shake her head and stammer, "What...what, Farrah Fawcett...Really? I get Left-Eye but.."
"Bitch you ain't ever heard of the burning bed? Bitch burned her abusive ass husband in his bed. It could work with a truck. You know my mom made me watch that movie as an educational video on domestic violence and how to solve it if it ever became a problem and she wasn't around…..Oh please tell me you did something as long as it wasn't cry over Napoleon ice cream and nutty buddies."
"Really Care..really? No, I didn't do any of those things, including the part about crying in Neapolitan ice cream. Care, I love you but you might need meds or to seek professional help, you and your crazy ass. Where are you now?" Bonnie asked.
"Outside the Grille, waiting to see if they come out so I can ram my car into them punk-ass fuckers, of course." She said matter-of-factly as if there was nothing wrong with what she was plotting. Bonnie had to admit that the image of their bodies mangled and bloodied that floated in her head sent a thrill through her body.
"Okay, give me ten minutes, I will meet you there."
"Are you going to help me run their asses over," Care asked with a look of shock and pure excitement as she happily bounced in her seat.
"Although it sounds like fun...no...no we are not going to commit vehicular manslaughter. I have something far better and less ten-to-twenty-fifteen-with-good-behavior in mind. A night out drinking." Bonnie declared cheerfully.
Confused, Care inquired, "What? You're shitting me? You want to go drinking….on a weekday? What the hell got into you?" Caroline was flabbergasted, but totally down with the idea since murder was off the table.
Bonnie smirked, "Well since you've asked," Bonnie paused dramatically, "I got a lot to catch you up on, so behave and wait for me."
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Caroline had been out of town visiting Tyler when Bonnie came back from Luisana so they hadn't had the opportunity to discuss recent events.
Care sat on edge, eating up everything that was being said as Bonnie regaled her with the details of her one day-weekend trip, the mysterious Klaus and his magic tongue, Jeremy's decision to take a break, which clearly was a break-up, subsequently catching him in a threesome and the strange feelings she was experiencing.
Caroline had always known there was something different about Bonnie. As a kid she could only describe it as weird, but the word that came to mind, now that she was an adult, was otherworldly. Things like her unusual beauty or her affinity for the macabre or the fact that gory and bloody things didn't scare her as a little kid or Abby's possible fear of her. Care realized now and was sure that was the reason she was so mean to Bonnie, she was scared of her own child.
But, it was when they were five years old just before Abby's self inflicted demise when Caroline first discovered how different Bonnie was. When spending the night over Bonnie's house she woke up in the middle of the night to find Bonnie not in her bed so she got up to find her.
She followed a trail of dirt that went down the hall to the playroom, standing by the door she saw Bonnie playing in the dark. At first she thought she was playing by herself so she was about to walk in, but stopped when she saw a dark creature not too much taller than Bonnie or herself with red eyes, big pointy ears, black fur and claws, standing on its hind legs. Care gasphed, causing the pair to stop playing and turn towards the noise. Bonnie ran to Care and the creature ran off.
She remembered Bonnie begging her, " Care, please don't be afraid, please don't be afraid," she said as she rubbed her arm then hugged her. "Don't tell, please, please, please," Bonnie started to cry. Care hugged her back tightly, "I won't, I promise."
The next day it was as if it never happened. Care almost thought she dreamt the whole thing until Abby called them into the kitchen demanding to know who left a trail of dirt on her floor. Bonnie took the blame for the incident, having to clean the floor by herself as punishment.
Later, after the floor was cleaned and they were outside in their treehouse/clubhouse, did she tell Care the only thing she ever told her, "He's my friend and he would never hurt her." That was the one and only time Bonnie ever said anything about it and Care never saw the creature again in all the times she ever stayed over after that. Caroline never told anyone.
Caroline always thought it was funny, weird really, that Bonnie had moments when she could turn your blood cold with a stare or make you think she was looking straight into your soul. And yet she was always soft spoken and sweet and would never stand up for herself and she always tried to keep the peace. Care wondered if it had anything to do with Abby's suicide or the way her parents treated her.
Caroline loved Bonnie. From the moment she saw her, she knew they would be best friends...always, so it didn't matter if she was different. Bonnie was Bonnie and Caroline would always be there for her...no matter what.
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The SRO bar and lounge was a local bar two towns over. They had the best brisket in three states and their menu was good until four in the morning and the bar didn't close until five in the morning.
For a Thursday night the small bar was packed and was lively. Later they found out it was karaoke night hence the reason for the crowd, currently music was playing while the DJ was setting things up.
Caroline squealed, "Are you telling me he ate that pussy like he was going for the gold and you left that house with dumb nuts? What the hell is wrong with you?" Care exclaimed before downing her third double shot Vegas bomb.
"Care, what was I supposed to do?" Bonnie asked laughing at her friend, taking a big gulp of her Vegas bomb as well.
"You were supposed to tell limp dick to kick rocks and then throw that pussy on that man, decorum be damned. Hell...I would have. I fucking would have jumped his bones so quick I would have given Jeremy whiplash." Care laughed heartily, cracking up at her own insult and joke.
"You're right Care. But could've, would've, should've, doesn't matter now. It was a thing and I'm glad it happened but it was a fluke." Bonnie said, now wishing she would have done things differently.
Looking at Bonnie, knowing she was overthinking shit and going to kill the mood, she shouted, "More double shots!" As the waitress walked by she grabbed her attention and ordered two more double shots.
"Care…" Caroline stopped her with a hand.
"Bitch you are a free woman and we are going to party and drink until we can't walk," she explained slurring her words.
Once the drinks arrived they toasted to fine ass motherfuckers that made eating pussy an Olympic sporting event, next they toasted to getting rid of dead weight and punk ass bitches getting what they deserve, which made Bonnie grin from ear to ear.
The night continued in a haze with more drinking and a not-so-bad rendition of "Purple Rain" from Bonnie, followed by Care murdering (and not in a good way) Carrie Underwood's "Before He Cheats", which she said she dedicated to
Bonnie.
They cheered on other drunken wannabe American Idols, danced when the DJ announced the dance floor was now open since people wanted to dance.
Bonnie and Caroline danced with each other then danced with random guys then danced in a group of other drunken women. Both girls kept an eye out for each other making sure they were having fun and not being harassed by any unwanted men.
When a tall dark curly hair fine-ass man with a perfect beard and mustache started dancing with the girls they just laughed and continued moving to the beat, but with a change of music which was more sensual and rhythmic, Bonnie moved behind him, swaying her hips as she held onto his.
Bonnie was buzzed, but it was the power she felt as she pressed her heated body into his. She felt a hunger and excitement that was more than the alcohol's effect on her although she was feeling good.
He turned around to face her now placing his hands on her hips with a leg between hers they both rocked, dipped and swayed moving in unison to the bass of the music. As she moved closer, the music changed to a slow song effectively causing people to walk off the dance floor.
When the stranger started to walk off, Bonnie halted him by grabbing his belt loop. Turning, he grabbed her waist pressing her close as she put her arms around his neck, both swaying leisurely in each other's arms.
Care watched from the table while talking to a girl she met on the dance floor. She was surprised to see Bonnie being so seductive but she chalked it up to Vegas bombs and having fun, that was all her alcohol induced brain could muster up. As the two walked towards the table Care had a stupid grin plastered on her face.
"Walking on the wild side huh?" She teased. Bonnie winked, "You have no idea." Her retort caused Care to giggle and the stranger to grin.
"Thanks for the dance. I'm Jackson, nice to meet you." He smiled with perfect white teeth and a genuine warmth about him. Bonnie instantly liked him.
"Bonnie," she said pointing to herself, "And Caroline," she pointed to Care. "Nice to meet you, have a seat."
The threesome turned into a group of six, standing or sitting around the small table covered in drink glasses, phones, cigarettes, lighters and ashtrays. Bonnie and Jackson stayed close, touching each other as they talked or laughed. He stood between her legs as she sat next to Care at the table.
Bonnie found him attractive and she was craving something. She was hot and hungry for…she wasn't sure so she figured it was sex and so she flirted and caressed him throughout the night.
"Oh my gawd this is my song…" Caroline screamed, getting up only to fall back down on the seat, trying to get to her feet again, she stood up grabbing a random girl at their table pulling her to the dance floor.
Bonnie smiled, shaking her head, "You wanna dance," she asked Jackson.
He stroked her face gently. Seductively he said, "No, I want to kiss you." Then he lowered his face to hers and pressed his lips to hers. Without resistance he pressed harder using his tongue to probe her mouth as he pressed his body closer to her. Bonnie wrapped her arms around his waist giving into his kiss. She felt tingly and there was an itching sensation. She became more aggressive needing to be closer to him, wanting more. Flashes of her kiss with Klaus invaded her mind which caused her to become more aroused, however it left her wanting him instead of the man she was kissing, which frustrated Bonnie and pissed her off. Suddenly she wasn't in the mood, but she was still ravenous. She pulled away as she pushed him back.
Startled by Bonnie's sudden change from hot and bothered to cold and uninterested, he questioned, concerned, "What's wrong? I thought you were enjoying this?"
"I need to get Caroline home." she smiled sweetly although it didn't reach her eyes.
Jackson turned to see the lady in question who was dancing sandwiched up between the random brunette from their table and some muscled up tattooed dude that reminded him of a discount John Cena. She looked like she was having a good time...a really good time.
Turning back to Bonnie with scrunched up brows , he replied, "She seems to be having fun, so tell me what's the real reason."
Bonnie tilted her head and stared at him with a smirk and cold eyes. "I'd rather be kissing someone else. Someone with better skills and a tongue that should be registered as a deadly weapon." She said deceptively sweet.
Jackson's handsome face paled then red with anger and jealousy. "Really? Sounds to me that you like playing games. Or maybe you just can't handle what I got." He said with a twisted smirk teasing her thinking she was playing a flirtatious game but not so sure.
Bonnie couldn't understand what was happening with her, but suddenly she had no filter or fucks to give. She wanted a fight. "Or maybe you don't have as much as you think. You asked. Little boys should ask questions if they can't handle the truth." She quipped nonplussed by his anger as he realized that she was serious and taunting him.
Jackson stood up straight now towering over Bonnie, getting in her personal space, he retorted, "Maybe little girls shouldn't play with grown ass men, especially when they aren't into games. Someone could get their feelings hurt."
Bonnie started laughing unmoved by his bravado. "You really don't want to try me. Tonight's been fun and I still have a buzz and feel good. Let's end on a good note. No harm, no foul." Bonnie warned, her tone like ice freezing her words.
Jackson stepped back startled, for a split second her emerald green eyes shifted black as night like obsidian orbs. Maybe he needed to call it a night because he clearly drank too much causing him to see things, he thought to himself. Backing away further he mumbled, "Yeah sure, whatever. I got to go." Then he hurriedly walked away.
Bonnie waited for Care to ungracefully walk back to the table, informing her it was time to go. The two women walked arm in arm to a nearby hotel. Once there Caroline passed out on one bed. Bonnie stripped her down to her bra and panties and covered her up. Next she stripped down and got into the other bed, promptly falling asleep.
As Bonnie tossed and turned she dreamt she had been running in the woods, chasing something or being chased, but now she was laying naked on top of a bed of blood-red leaves under a great and mighty tree with blood on her lips while a beast with red eyes fucked her relentlessly as she begged for more.
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