Chapter 12

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Stefan woke up next to his wife breastfeeding their son. A smile grew on his face and when she noticed that he had woke up, a smile grew on hers too. They kissed and Stefan leaned down to kiss his son's head then kissed his wife's lips again before getting up to take a shower. He had some time before he needed to go pick up his mother in-law for their get together. They planned to go out for breakfast and depending on the kids, go for a little walk around the neighborhood and then head back to their place so they could just talk.

Bonnie was glad that her mother had agreed, she knew that she was a bit nervous about it all, but she knew that if anything went wrong, then men would settle it.


When Bonnie was just in high school, she started to notice a pattern but she couldn't exactly put all the pieces together. Her and Stefan were "on a break" at the time and had been for close to six months and she thought that all hope in them were lost. He had (or so she had thought he had) been seeing someone else and she couldn't believe that he had moved on so fast when she was still so heartbroken. She knew that she could never come to him with this and she didn't want to overreact and tell her friends so she decided to keep it private.

When she would return from school, almost every time her mother would be crying. She would always ask her what was wrong, but she never got an answer. When time came for dinner, she noticed how her mother would always shoot glances at her father like she was trying to see every move that he made so she could be prepared.


She spent so much time watching her mother watching her dad that one night, Bonnie noticed a bruise that marked the skin on her mother's arm. She was so shocked that she asked what happened right then and there and seeing the scared look that her mother gave her, she knew that she had made a mistake and should've waited until they were alone. Bonnie wanted to rewind time and sink down low in her seat. Her mother looked so angry at her and she noticed that her father had turned to her mother waiting for an answer. She stumbled upon answering saying that she ran into the corner of the wall when she wasn't looking and Bonnie pretended that she believed her 100% saying that she's done the same thing before too. She really wanted to apologize hoping that she didn't make whatever was going on worse, but she figured that it was too late.

That night she could barely sleep terrified for her mother and her safety.


She ran through the possibilities of what could be going on and what she came up with, she didn't want to believe, she couldn't believe. There was no way that her mother was in an abusive relationship with her father, if she was, then she knew that her mother would've left as soon as the first punch was thrown. Something else had to be going on but unfortunately, she had no choice but to let go of that hope when one day she actually caught her father abusing her mother.


Acting out of anger and shock, Bonnie ran up to him and started defending her mother by hitting him in her place but she found herself getting hit back. Tears streamed from her face but she kept trying to defend herself and was hoping that her mother would help her out but instead she did nothing but yell asking them to stop. Bonnie managed to knock him down kicking him where it hurts and ran out of the house.


Stefan opened the door in anger hearing it being banged on repeatedly but that anger quickly faded when he saw the love of his life looking as if she had just gotten jumped.


He took her inside and straight up the stairs into his rooms personal bathroom so he could take care of her scars and asked her to tell him what happened. He could barely understand since her crying blocked out most of her voice, but what he did make out, he did not like. He wanted to go over there and kick her father's ass for ever putting his hands on her, but for now taking care of Bonnie was more important.

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