Dangerous

Chapter 3

Murmurs and whispers floated around her head.

Bonnie acted unconsciously, staying deadly still and trying not to make a sound. She figured if they - whoever - they are thought she was asleep maybe she could 'wake up' without them knowing. And leave. Because Bonnie sure as hell didn't recognise any of the voices. A moment passed and a light flicked on with a little click. Bonnie didn't dare move. Cracking her eyes open just a tad fear slammed into her. She could faintly see a pair of worn out worker boots. Scuffed and dirty all the same. The closer the boots moved towards her the more fear she felt. When the pair of boots came into her direct line of vision adrenaline pumped through her veins. She was ready to scream if need be. The sound of a breathy exhale and the rustle of clothes echoed.

As seconds maybe minutes passed Bonnie fought the urge to open her eyes. The heavy dip of the bed and the moving of throws and covers were the only sound in the room. Her mystery man laid down quietly. She could feel him staring at her. His eyes boring holes in the side of her head.

"Oh sweetheart" a familiar voice started "look at you? God I couldn't believe it when I saw that Rouge hovering over you" the word Rouge was spat out.

Where was she? Before Bonnie could think any more on the subject the man with the familiar voice pulled her towards his side. She barely hid in her squeak of protest. He wrapped one arms around her waist and the other around her shoulders pulling her tightly into his chest. His legs twisting with hers. He was warm. Very warm. Bonnie could feel the hard planes on his chest. They felt quite a contrast to all her soft. Her stroked her hair with a gentleness Bonnie didn't expect.

"G'night sweetheart" the man whispered in her ear.

Bonnie kept her eyes closed. She had to think of where she was. She couldn't remember much but her head didn't hurt and neither did anywhere else on her body. Maybe she got hurt whilst in the forest and someone helped her. Maybe... Bonnie couldn't think of anything else. She laid still on the mans chest and waited for him to relax. A couple minutes or maybe more passed before she felt him release his hold only marginally. He still had a tight grip on her. Bonnie opened her eyes and stared at the tanned skin looking back at her. Moving up towards his face Bonnie held her breath.

Oh, God! It was Rasper. But what is he doing here. And why is she here. Bonnie fought the urge to panic, clearly there's some explanation somewhere. She wiggled on his chest but didn't get anywhere. She needed to think. Bonnie grabbed both of his hands and gently lifted them above his head. He had a faint smile on his face. Bonnie narrowed her eyes. He looked asleep though. She untangled her legs and move her body until she could put her feet on the floor. Her arms still holding Raspers above his head. She gently pulled her hands free and breathed a sigh of relief.

The soft material swishing against her thighs startled Bonnie. Glancing down she noted the men's t-shirt she was currently sporting. It was large. Too large for her small frame. Dropping off one shoulder and hitting just above her knees.

She couldn't see much in the room. Just the faintest of site like a door before her. Bonnie moved cautiously toward the door, trying not to wake her bed partner. Opening the door she walked out into a hallway. Faintly lit by the traces of the moon streaming through gaps in the blind. She tiptoed down the hallway counting the doors on the way. 4 doors. The stairs were beside her and she glanced down into nothingness. Pitch black. She walked down the second sets of stars, then the third, then the fourth. On the bottom she could just here the sounds of someone talking. Trying not to draw attention to her self she walked the other way.

She wondered if her Mum even knew she wasn't home. Not likely. She barely leaves work anymore to go home. Sometimes Bonnie feels like her Mum even forgets she has a daughter. She may be 17 but occasionally a girl wants her mum.

Hearing the scuffle of shoes behind her Bonnie took the opportunity to go for the nearest door. She left it open not wanting to slam it incase it woke anybody up and informed them where she was.

It was a kitchen. Fumbling for a light switch Bonnie finally found it and switched it on. The light blinded her for a second, stinging her eyes. When she opened them she gasped at the large kitchen. All beautifully set in black and lime green. Large double cupboards and islands with green marbletops. The window or more likely the view gained her attention. Trees. She couldn't think. Couldn't breath. A painful ache started in her chest. How does she get home?

A large shadow stood in the open door.

"You can't leave Bonnie" was the only reply she got.