Chapter 17


Enzo was lying on her bed without a shirt on, fiddling with the bandage covering the hole where the branch stabbed into him. The doctors couldn't stitch it up because it was too wide of an injury, so he had to keep it covered and was not allowed to take showers, something he had jokingly griped about at the hospital as he winked at her.

It's been a few days since the accident and the Chevelle was parked out in his garage in ruins. When Bonnie saw it in the light, she practically passed out because it didn't look like an accident anyone would walk away from; the driver's door was caved in and the front fender fell completely off.

"This is going to leave an awesome battle scar." He pushes the bandages back down over the wound.

"I'm glad you think so." she read the email that showed up in her inbox the day after the accident. Turns out, she got the her internship and now she had no idea what to do. She wanted to do it—it's a great opportunity, but she also didn't want to leave him.

"What are you reading?" he asked, sliding his legs off the bed, starting to get to his feet.

"Nothing. I was just looking through my emails." she shut the computer screen off, climb onto the bed with him, and lean back against the headboard, stretching her legs out.

He points at the drawing of the broken mirror on her wall. "I like that one. Especially the guitar part."

It turned out to be her best piece, full of memories, and a future she wasn't able to see until she finally let go. A freedom given to her by Enzo because he refused to let her go.

"Me too," Bonnie agreed. "I think I'll probably turn it in as one of my art projects one day."

"It's got a lot of meaning in it," he comments.

She smiled and slides down, putting her head next to his. "I know."

He rolls to his side carefully, so he doesn't hurt his shoulder and they're lying face to face. "Where's your head, Bonnie Bennett? Ever since the accident, you've been really quiet."

She was so close to him she could see the concern in his almost hazelish eyes. She had been quiet because that night made her realize something important. For a split second, she thought she'd lost him and it opened up her heart and freed what she'd buried deep inside herself that night on the bridge.

Bonnie looked into his eyes, no longer afraid of what's in them, but afraid she'll lose what they carry. "I just don't ever want to lose you."

His eyebrows dip together as he props up onto his elbow. "Is that what it's been about? The accident? Because I'm fine." He points to the bandages. "It's just a tiny scrape."

"I know you're okay," she says, sounding choked. "But for a second I didn't think you were."

"Hey." He cups her cheek and kisses her tenderly. "I'm okay. You're okay. Everything's okay."

She took a deep breath and let it out before she could suck it back in. "Enzo, I love you."


She looks terrified as hell, her eyes round, and her body was trembling as she says, "I love you."

Enzo smile broke through. "I know you do. I have ever since the day on the bridge." She looked confused so he explains further. "When you tried to leave, I caught up with you and took you up to our spot by the lake to calm you down. When you did, you told me that you loved me."

Her lips part. "I did… why didn't you tell me?"

"Because I wanted you to tell me again," he says. "When you were a little less out of it. Took you long enough, by the way." Her lips expanded into a smile and he couldn't help but kiss her.

His body rolls onto her on its own accord, even though it hurts like hell to use his arm to keep his weight off her. She trails her fingers up his back as her legs fall to the side, giving him permission to press up closer to her. It's what they've been doing every night for the last few days, almost reaching the end, but not quite.

Suddenly, she jerks back and he blinks his eyes open. "What's wrong?"

Biting on her lip, she sits up and he leans back, giving her room as she slips her shirt and bra off and throws them on the floor. Locks of her ash brown hair fall across her chest. Grinning, he moves his lips on hers again, but she shakes her head and stands up on the bed, slipping her shorts and panties off and discarding them on the floor.

Enzo has seen her naked a couple of times over the week—and once when they were sixteen and she left her curtain open—but each time gets his adrenaline pumping. She kneels down in front of him and kisses Enzo passionately, her nipples brushing against his chest. Her body was shaking in a way that means she's nervous.

"Make love to me," she whispers against his lips..

He's been dreaming about those words leaving her lips since he was sixteen. "Are you sure?"

She nods with a sparkle in her eyes. "Yeah, I'm sure."

Enzo waits a few seconds longer to give her time to back out if she needs to. She remains silent and reaches for his shirt, helping him pull it over his head so he wouldn't have to lift up his arm. Her fingers ran across his tattoo, lyrics he wrote about her, although he didn't think she knew it. Then her hands found the button on his jeans and she unfastens it. Deciding to help her out, he peels his jeans and boxers off. Grabbing a condom from his wallet, he lays her down and situate between her legs.

"Are you sure you're sure?" he checked again.

Her hair was spread across the pillow and the light above their heads reflects in her green eyes as she nods. "Enzo, I'm more certain about this than I am about anything else in my life."

Suddenly, he gets a little nervous. This was the first time he'd ever been with someone he cared about and it was going to be different.

Mentally preparing himself, he slides into her slowly so he wouldn't hurt her. Her legs promptly constrict around his hips and she squeezes her eyes shut. He gave her a minute, letting her breathe through the pain. When she opens her eyes again, he pushes into her further. Her head tips back as she forces air in through her nose. He started rocking in and out of her. The pained expression slowly turns to ecstasy and her eyes gloss over.

It's the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen.


At first it hurts—more than she anticipated. She was wondering what the big deal about sex was, when he starts rocking in and out of her, pushing in further and filling her with him. The pain eases away and all that's left is hunger.

His head was tipped down and his warm breath caresses her neck. He places a kiss on her collarbone, then on her lips, finally looking at her and smoothing her hair back from her damp forehead.

"I love you," Enzo whispered with a content expression.

Bonnie smiled at him as he carefully slips out of her. Then he holds her in his arms and they drifted off to sleep, relaxed and satisfied.

Bonnie woke up to Enzo sitting on the bed in his boxers, playing his guitar, the tune "Champagne Supernova" by Oasis. He's got his head tipped down as his fingers pluck away.

Sitting up, she rubbed the tiredness out of her eyes while holding the sheet up to cover her chest. "Why are you playing your sad song?" she asked.

He kept singing, shutting his eyes, really getting into it. "It's not my sad song anymore." His fingers kept playing.

She tucked her legs under his and kneel up in front of him. "Since when?"

"Since the night you opened up to me," he says. "And it was playing over and over again. From now on, everytime I hear this song, I'm going to think of you."

Bonnie shut her eyes and listen to him play a little longer, letting his beautiful voice flow over her skin. When he stopped playing, she opened them back up right as he yanks the sheet away from her. She screamed and then laughed as he lays her back down and enfolds his body over hers. She kissed him passionately, giving extra attention to the ring in his lip.

"I have to tell you something," he says when Bonnie freed his lip ring from her teeth.

The sound in his voice made her uneasy. "Okay…"

He sighed and raked his fingers through his hair. "I think I'm going to go on the road with Sarah and her band."

She sat up, shocked, and nearly bump foreheads with him. "Did she ask you to join?"

"Yeah, a few weeks ago, but I told her I had to think about it." He rolls to the side, bringing her with him and hitching her leg over his hip so she was opened up and vulnerable to him. "I think this is something I have to do, otherwise I'll regret it for the rest of my life."

Bonnie's mind was racing, but she forced her voice to sound even. "When are you leaving?"

Enzo traces her cheekbone with his finger. "In a couple of days."

Shutting her eyes, she talked herself through it. She knew she had to let him go because regrets does nothing but eat away on the inside. It's still hard, though.

She forced a small smile as she opened her eyes. "Will you visit me in Vegas?"

"Every single moment I get," he says and seals his lips to her. "I promise."


They decided to visit Alaric before they part ways and head off in their separate adventures. Jo, his nurse, called her and told her that Ric was still in the hospital, but that he was allowed to have visitors. They made the hour drive around the mountains and to Grove Hill Hospital, trying to enjoy their last few days together.

It's a bright, sunny day, and the trees on the side of the road were green. Bonnie hung her head out the window, watching the road, feeling like there's so much waiting for her in life.

"What are you doing?" Enzo teases, turning the music down. "Trying to be a dog?"

Bonnie shook her head and looking up at the bright blue sky. "No, I'm just enjoying the nice, warm day."

He laughed at her and turns the music back up. Her head remained out the window until they reached town, then she returned to her seat. When they pulled up to the hospital, blue and red lights light up the parking lot and her stomach constricts thinking about the night they showed up to take her mother's body away.

Enzo squeezes her hand, letting Bonnie know he's there for her. "You ready for this?"

She nodded and they walked hand-in-hand across the parking lot and through the automatic glass doors. A lot of people are sitting in the waiting room and there is a baby crying loudly on a woman's lap. The smell of cleaner collides with her nostrils as they walk up to the front desk where a secretary is talking on the phone. She's young with dark hair woven in a bun on top of her head. Bonnie catches her eyes skimming across Enzo as she hangs up the phone and turns to them.

She overlaps her hands and sets them on the counter. "Can I help you?"

"Yeah, can you tell us what room Alaric Saltzman is in?" Enzo asked with a polite smile.

She taps her fingers on the keyboard and then read the screen. "He's on the second floor in room 214."

They nod graciously and head for the elevator. Enzo swings his arm around her, guiding her closer as they reached the floor and she slipped her hand into the back pocket of his jeans, craving his comfort. When they entered the room, her insides twist until she noticed Ric was sitting up in his bed, eating a cup full of green Jell-O. He looks pale under the florescent light, his arms nearly bones, and his eyes are more sunken in then the last time she saw him. A machine was hooked up to him, beeping in the corner, and an IV was taped to the back of his hand. Some of his items from home were hanging on the wall, making them not so bare.

Somehow, he manages to genuinely smile. "Just what I wanted. To see my two favorite people in the whole wide world."

Bonnie loosen up, she and Enzo pulled up chairs beside his bed on opposing sides of one another. Ric pushes the tray out of the way and sets his hands in his lap.

"So do you want to tell me what's up?" he asked them, both of them exchanged confused looks. "With the cuddly entrance you two made."

"Enzo made me do it," she joked, sliding a glance at Enzo. "He was being a baby. Said he needed to be coddled."

Enzo winks at her. "Yep, and you fell for it."

Ric shook his head and a frail laugh escapes his lips. "Ah, it's good to see you two back together." He grew silent, fixing his attention on her. "You look happier than the last time I saw you."

"I am happier," She tells him, resting her arms on his bed.

"You're still not there though," he says with concern.

"I know," Bonnie says. "But I'll keep working on it."

He seems content with her answer. "I have something for you over in the corner."

Bonnie and Enzo tracked his gaze to a small box nestled in the corner of the room. She walked over to it and peer down inside. Her smile expands as she picked up that broken vase she destroyed when she was a child. It's black, with a red pattern around the top, but the bottom was shattered out, so it can never hold flowers again.

She turned to Ric with the vase in her hands. "You kept this?"

He shrugs. "Just because it's broken doesn't mean it loses its importance. And I figured I'd give it to you one day when you realized it was okay to make mistakes."

Tears build up in the corners of her eyes. "Thank you, Alaric. And I mean that. Thank you for everything. For giving me a small amount of comfort during my childhood and letting me know that not everything has to be difficult."

"You're welcome," he says simply.

Bonnie goes over to the bed and hugs him, trying not to cry, but a few tears slip out and she quickly wiped them away before she pulled back.

They talked a little more about the stuff they're doing, then the nurse shows up and shoos them out so she could change his sheets. She and Enzo left, knowing it would probably be the last time they'd see him again. Bonnie cried the whole drive home, clutching onto the broken vase. But with Enzo at her side, she knew she'dl be alright.


"Now are you sure you packed everything up?" his mom asked for the billionth time.

Enzo never told her what happened with his dad. He didn't want her to have to worry more than she already does. That's one moment he'll keep locked away forever.

He picked up his guitar case from his bedroom floor and swings his bag over his shoulder. "Yes, I have everything packed, Mom. Now will you relax? You're driving me crazy."

"I'm sorry," she apologizes. "Oh wait. Do you have enough money?"

Enzo shook his head. The woman's going to worry herself to death. "Of course."

Tears puddle in the corners of her eyes and she gives him a hug that nearly squeezes the air out of him. "Lorenzo St. John you're the best son a mother could ask for."

Enzo presses his lips together, trying not to laugh at her overdramatic reaction. "I'm going on the road for a few months, mom, not dying."

She pulls away, wiping the running mascara underneath her eyes. "It doesn't mean I'm going to miss you any less."

"Yeah, we'll see if you say that after I'm back for a week and you're finding bras in your bed again."

She swats his arm and points at the door. "Okay, now you can go."

Laughing, he heads out the back door. Sarah wasn't here yet, so he sat down on the steps, staring at Bonnie's house, wondering if she's going to come out. She's never been good at good-byes so when her bedroom window slides open, he was surprised.

But he's even more astonished when she scales out of the window and down the tree. She has the sexy, strapless dress on, and her hair was covering her bare shoulders. She didn't say anything as she flung her arms around his neck. Her breath was hot against his ear and she buries her face into the side of his neck. Enzo drops his guitar case and bag to the ground, picking her up, and embrace her with everything he had in him.

"I'm going to miss you," she whispers softly.

Enzo ran his hand up and down her back, shutting his eyes, and breathing her in. "It'll be okay. I'll be back and annoying you before you know it."

She looks at him with her big green eyes and then seals her lips over his, kissing him indefinitely. His hands feel every part of her body, memorizing every curve, and the smoothness of her skin. He backed them up against the tree into the shade, and slipped his hand underneath her dress, feeling her there too.

"Alright Romeo, it's time to go." Sarah honks the horn of the SUV.

Sighing heavily, he released Bonnie and she puts her feet back on the ground. "I'll call you every day."

Enzo kisses her one last time, then got into the car. She watches him the entire way down the driveway, with her arms folded, fighting to stay composed. When they turned onto the road she walks to the end of the driveway, keeping her eyes on him for as long as possible. But eventually they slip away from each other.


"Are you sure you want to do this?" Bonnie asked Rebekah for the thousandth time.

She piles the last box into her trunk and slides her glasses over her eyes. "Hmmm… let me think. Go back to a home where I'm nothing but a burden? Or go back to the campus with you and have some fun?"

Bonnie picked some dirt out from underneath her fingernail. "I'm just making sure, before you get too committed."

Rebekah takes her hands and gives them a swing. "I want to go with you, okay, so go say goodbye to your dad so we can hit the road."

"Okay, I'll be right back." Bonnie heads across the front lawn for the door when Damon's truck pulls up in her driveway.

Bonnie walks up to his window and rest her arms on it. "So you got my message I take it?"

He looks like he just came from work, grease on his face and clothes, and his dark hair has some shavings of rust in it. "Yeah, I figured I'd come and say goodbye to both of you."

Bonnie slants her head to the side and pierce him with an accusing gaze. "Don't try and pretend that you're here for me."

He places his hand over his heart, faking hurt. "My heart is breaking and you're making jokes. Wow, you really are evil."

"Yeah, yeah," She backs up so he can open the door and climb out. "I'll give you two a minute."

"I think you've overestimating what's going on between the two of us."

"Well, I wouldn't have to if one of you would tell me what's going on."

He shrugs and then rounds the back of the truck. Rolling her eyes, She walked into the house to tell her dad she was leaving and that she planned on coming back in a couple weeks to meet up with Jamie. After a long talk on the phone with him—and she was sure a lot of persuading from Anna—they decided to meet up here, when Jamie could take off work, and give their dad an ultimatum. It's probably one of the hardest things she'd have to do, because she knew there will be things said during the conversation that will hurt her. She was going to push through it, though, because now she understood what she could handle.

Bonnie found him on the couch, eating a microwave dinner, with a six-pack on the table in front of him. He's watching the television, with a cigarette in his hand, and he barely notices her enter the room.

"Hey Dad," she says from the doorway. "I'm getting ready to leave."

He rips his eyes from the television, startled, and she wondered if he was even watching it or if he was dwelling in his thoughts. "Oh, okay, well drive safely."

She rubs her sweaty palms together and walked into the room. "Jamie and I are going to be coming back in a few weeks."

He sets his tray down and grabs a beer. "What for?"

She pats her hands on the sides of her legs uneasily. "We want to talk to you about something."

He sets the beer down. "I thought Jamie was still here."

She shook her head, feeling guiltier about leaving. "He went home a week or two ago… but Dad, can you try and take care of yourself a little bit better?" she took a deep breath and throw a hint out into the open. "And maybe stop drinking so much?"

He glances at the row of beers in front of him like he just realized they were there. "Oh, I don't drink that much, do I?"

Bonnie sighed and sat down on the couch beside him. "You didn't used to, but now it's kinda all you do."

He bobs his head up and down. "Alright, I'll try to cut back."

She knew he won't, but hopefully she and Jamie would be able to convince him to go to rehab where he can get the help and counseling that he needs. She gave him a hug, even though he winces. Then she walked away, hoping he'll be okay, but knowing that until he makes the decision to change all she could do is try to help him.



She'd been back in Vegas for almost two weeks now and things were good. She signed up for some summer art classes and her internship at the museum was great, even though she spend most of her days cleaning up after people and running errands. She also started counseling. As much as she'd like to believe she was getting better, when she was alone and lost in her own thoughts, the darkness sometimes got to her. But her therapist was nice and the visits seem to be helping.

Rebekah was letting her borrow the car for the week, so she could drive back home and meet up with Jamie and her dad. She was glad to be making the drive alone, that way she'll have about two days on the road to mentally prepare herself. Although, deep down, she wished Enzo was going with her.

"Are you sure you don't want me to go with you," Rebekah asked as she snatched the handle of her suitcase and scan the room for forgotten items.

Bonnie shook her head. "I'll be fine and you have a ton of work to do and your math tutor thing." Bonnie stopped at the doorway, needing to get something off her chest. "Rebekah, thank you for letting me borrow your car and for just being there for me."

Her smile was bright. "Don't get all weepy on me. You're only going to be gone for about a week, silly."

They laughed, exiting the building and heading down the stairs. Their apartment was right by the campus and they kept Rebekah's car in the parking lot most of the time. When they reached the grass that reaches across the campus, her phone starts to sing inside her pocket, a sad turned happy song.

"God, again?" Rebekah throws her head back dramatically. "Can't you two go five minutes without talking to each other?"

"No." Bonnie smiled and answered the phone as Rebekah scoots away, giving them some privacy. "So how's the weather in Seattle?"

"Pretty sunny, actually," Enzo says and she could hear the smile in his voice.

Bonnie jerked on her roll away bag as it gets caught in a hole in the lawn. "That's funny, because I thought it was supposed to be rainy there."

"Nope, I got a blue sky and a hell of a lot of sunshine over my head," he says. "And I'm really enjoying the view."

"Good, I'm glad," she tells him, missing him like crazy. "Are you still driving out here next weekend?"

"Actually there's been a slight change of plans," he answers. "And I can't come out next weekend."

Bonnie stopped in the middle of the grass, pouting. "Oh. Okay."

He laughs softly into the phone. "You know, you're beautiful when you pout like that."

"How do you know I'm pouting?" she wondered.

"The same way that I know you have a sexy pair of shorts on and your hair is done up," he says and she started to glance around the campus at the people walking around in the quad and on the sidewalks. "Your ass looks really good, by the way."

Bonnie lets her suitcase go and spin in a circle with the cell phone still to her ear. Then she spots him in the parking lot, standing next to a SUV in black jeans, a tight-fitted grey tee, and eyes looking grey. She drops her phone and ran to him, not caring that people are staring at her like she was insane.

She doesn't slow down when she reached him and he catches her as she ran into his arms. He picks her up and she secures her legs around him, kissing him with so much passion his lip ring cuts into her lip. Finally they pulled back, panting with raw wildness in their eyes.

He tucks a strand of her hair behind her ear. "You didn't think I was going to let you go back home on your own, did you?"

"But you said you had to play this weekend."

"They can do one performance without me. This is more important."

She almost started to cry and he began to panic.

"Bonnie Bennett, what's wrong?" he asked. "This is a good thing, isn't it?"

"Yes, it is" she says, staring into his eyes. "I love you."

He smiled and whispered, "I love you, too," before reconnecting his lips with hers.

They kissed each other deeply, not caring that people were watching and whispering about them. To them they were just two people making out in the parking lot, creating a scene. They'll never really know what it took to get here. How many years were invested, but that's okay.

It's a secret between them.

And that's the end. Thank You to every single person who read and reviewed, I'm pleased I was able to finish this up. It took me over a year ya'll lol. Sadly I haven't been motivated to keep writing, but IF I decide to write another Bonenzo fic I'll do one with the Originals with just the Mikaelson family with the rest of TO characters not with the VD ones. That's if I catch up with The Originals which got renewed for another season.

Once again thank you everyone.