Sweetest Devotion | ✓

thirty-three

"Take Me Home, Country Roads" -John Denver

     The little half-breed had lost them a while ago. She wasn't even running anymore either, more like tumbling and tripping. But, she was moving. 

    Bonnie was terrified out of her mind. 

     It was probably the most petrified she had ever been. Not when she found her mother's dead body in the downstairs bathroom, not when she was kicked out of her childhood home and had to sleep in a dirty motel room, and not when she was slammed up against the side of the diner by a drunk man after locking up for the night.

     Never had she been more scared than at that moment. 

     With her bleeding arm that she lost all feeling in an hour before, numb feet that were also bleeding tremendously, and teeth chattering from the crisp Idaho air...Bonnie was scared shitless.

     She was going to die in those woods.

     A snapping to her right made her stop her movement instantly. Eyes wide as she stood up straight, clutching the limp and bleeding arm with the other, and panting hard. Another snap was heard, someone was out there and it wasn't an animal.

    She whimpered when she thought that it might be Johnathon and a tear fell when the split thought of Sean went through her mind. The afternoon sun was hidden by gray clouds above her, making the surrounding area eerie, and it got even worse when the sight of an old woman was seen a few feet away.

    "Good Lord, child!" The woman gasped, "What are you doing out here? And...you're bleeding. Please, let me help you, honey," she begged.

    Bonnie didn't trust her one bit and almost thought to be hallucinating. She looked around slightly and back behind her before turning back to find the old woman in the spot she left her in. She was real and that made Bonnie even wearier. 

    When the woman began to walk closer to her, her long green skirt getting tugged on by fallen branches and foliage left by the Earth, Bonnie took a few steps back away from her, shaking her head slowly. 

    "Come on, honey. I won't hurt you. I just want to get you some help," her voice sounded sweet, even her wrinkled face looked it, but Bonnie swore she felt something in the air the minute the old woman appeared, and it wasn't good.

     Bonnie shook her head again, sucking in some air through her chattering teeth. She wasn't strong enough to run, not even from the old lady. The old woman could easily catch her. Bonnie closed her eyes when it became too hard to think, her head was still raging and the black dots in her vision returned the second she stopped moving.

    Although the old lady wore a small smile, there was a glint in her eyes that Bonnie didn't like. And when the lady lunged for her, a whimper left Bonnie as she stumbled back. Idiotically, she had tripped over a tree root, falling flat on her ass and hitting her aching head on the ground. 

    Bonnie was so tired. She couldn't move, the dirt below her seeped into Sean's shirt she wore and the pale pink pajama pants he had slipped on her the night before. Shivers racked through her body, teeth still chattering hard enough for them to break, and then the old woman was above her.

    She tsked as she bent down some, her knees cracking on her way down. She then pushed Bonnie's curls away from her face, "All I want is to take your mother's gift out of you, girl. Is that so hard?"

    Bonnie's eyes widened, she was from the council. Another whimper left her when the old woman stood and called back for someone. She couldn't even lift her head to see who was stomping through the woods but, in no time, Johnathon stood above her.