The Fight (Stefonnie)

Chapter 1

CHAPTER ONE

Mystic Falls, Virginia- 2008

Bonnie stared up at the ceiling as he pounded into her. She found it odd that no matter how many times she's been through this that she's felt absolutely nothing. No matter how hot the guy was or how good he gave it to her, she felt numb. But she figured what job doesn't make you feel that way. But since it was her job, she had to give a little emotion if she wanted to get paid well enough and possibly keep the guy coming.

He was married, she noticed as he tried to discreetly slip his ring into his pocket, but it wasn't her fault that his wife wasn't enough. She had herself to think about, it's been that way since she was born. Living in foster home after foster home, all she had was herself and she's learned to deal with that in the best way she knew how.

Once she turned eighteen and was on her own, she found out that guys would actually pay her for her body. She lost her virginity to a forty year old man who was greatly careful with her and since then she's been standing on the corners with the rest of the girls.

Jonas, her pimp favored her more than the other girls. She figures it's because of her young age and her attitude. She was shy at first around him, but being more and more around him she learned to look at him as the older brother she's never had. Sure, they would sleep together every now and then, but he was still the closest thing to family that she's got.

He took care of her, he pays for her apartment bills and landed her a late night job at a rundown bar when she first started. She still has the job just in case, but doesn't go in very often and when she does, she's always late.

She's made friends on the corner as well. They were all older than her, but they were still very great to talk to whether you wanted them to talk or not. Not all were nice, but most were.

They gave her advice on how to spot out a cop and a guy with money so that she could ask for more than usual. She's only been arrested once and that was the most terrifying experience that she's ever been through, but luckily it didn't last long thanks to Jonas.

He stiffened and shortly rolled beside her breathing heavily. A second later, he got up searching for his clothes but she stayed there lying on the bed. He threw the cash at her before walking out. Bonnie let out a breath and sat up taking the cash counting it before getting up to take a shower. The sooner she got the smell off, the better and she made sure to scrub herself down three times then wash her hair just in case the hotel bed had bugs.

Once her shower was over, she got clothed in the little that she was in before and started on her journey home. She was tired and her shift started in four hours which was all that she really needed because she sleeps during the days like a bat.

As soon as she lays down, she's asleep and it seems as if five minutes pass before she's up again walking three blocks to work.

"You're late." Her boss announces.

"I'm here aren't I?" She steps behind the bar and points to the shots on the platter, "Where to?"

"That frat over there. Mind the bar while I'm gone, I have somewhere to be."

"But—"

"Table three!" She says walking out.

Bonnie sighs up to the roof and walks over to the group of boys placing their shots down on the table. "Enjoy."

"I'll enjoy them more watching you walk away." The one with the New York Yankees shirt said with a grin.

She forced a smile and turned walking away but stilled when his hand met her ass. She would smack him in the face, but she's scared about what what he can do. Instead, she walks back to her position behind the bar and looks around the place. She's surprised to see that it's basically empty but remembers that it's a Sunday so no one would really want to get hungover on a Monday.