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part 5

There was no promises he was safe. And if he got caught, it's all my fault. I stayed in the car after getting home. I didn't have motivation to get up and out. I set my head on the steering wheel, realizing he took my virginity and left. What an idiot I am.
I remembered again who he was.
He was a murderer. And yet just because he fucked me I think it's okay to protect him.
I could get in a lot of trouble. And who knows, I might never see him again. These thoughts dwelled in my mind. I felt a tear drip down my cheek and onto the wheel.

"Nows not the time to cry over a guy you don't know."

The voice shot though my heart. It came from the back seat. How? I swore noone was in here..

"Y/n it's day. I need to get inside." Hands come around the back of the seat. A face appears on the right side. I turned my head to see.

"Bonnie?" I couldn't think.
"Take me inside." A knife pushed against my jaw. My heart dropped, was he really threating me after everything? I opened the door and stepped out. He followed behind, twirling the knife with his finger. I unlocked the door and he pushed us inside.

"Y/n." He said closing the door behind him.

"Yeah?" I replied, scared to be threatened.

"That was seriously dangerous." He spoke softly..The Bonnie I remembered came back as quick as he was gone, worried for nothing and passive aggressively caring.

"I know. I'm sorry." I replied, looking down.

I collapsed on the couch and sat there looking at him. He has his head in his hands, probably thanking the lord we are okay.

"Would you like something to drink? Or eat?" I offered, I didn't want it to be quiet.
He looked at me though parted fingers. His eyes locked with mine.
"Sure, I'll take anything, thank you."
I got up and walked past him to the kitchen. I opened the cabinet for a cup, but it was empty. I reached in the sink for the easiest to clean glass. I ran warm water and washed a few cups. Since I was already here, I might as well do a couple plates and silverware. Bonnie walked in and leaned against the door frame. I heard him chuckle from behind me, it made me smile. I finished washing enough dishes for a couple days, and dried my hands. Bonnie's arms came from behind me into a hug. I loved it, to feel held. He dug his face into my back shoulder. He's probably tired and hungry, I'll get him cold water and some pasta.
With him still wrapped around me, I grabbed a glass I just cleaned and filled it with clean fresh water.
"Here you go, Bonnie." I nudged him. He looked up and grabbed the cup. He leaned against the counter drinking it. I open the cupboard for a box of angel hair spaghetti. I turned to him with the box and he nodded. I turned the oven on and filled a pot with water. As it boiled I went to Bonnie and put my head on his chest. He's still not wearing a shirt. He brushed his fingers through my hair.

Inlove with a killer, good going.

He set down his empty glass of water and kissed my head. After another moment, I backed away and filled my own cup. It was nice having a glass of water after 6 hours without it and 3 hours with straight panting.
Remembering what happened an hour ago made my legs weak. I walked to the living room and sat down on the couch again. Bonnie joined me shortly after.
"Thank you." He said, breaking the long silence.
"I don't know what's gotten into me, it's not like me to protect a bad person." I leaned my head on his shoulder. "I don't know why I trust you. I'm gullible."
He didn't reply, he didn't even move. I was tired to think to much about it. The tv reflected our faces, staring at myself. I heard the spaghetti water boiling, so I got up and went to continue making it.
He stayed on the couch. He hadn't moved since he got there. Did I do something wrong? I tried not to think much, I know we are both really tired, and hungry.

After the spaghetti was made, I handed him a plate. He smiled a little thank you and didn't hesitate to start eating. I turned on the TV and watched whatever was on, the volume was down to low for us to hear anyways.

After we ate, we just sat there on the couch. Not taking and watching the silent TV. Probably trying to fall asleep.
I sat up after a moment. I wanted to sleep in my bed.
There's no harm in asking Bonnie too. He was awake but looked on edge. I crawled over him and he pulled me onto his chest.
"Ah, Bonnie.. I'm tired, I was going to ask if you wanted to come upstairs with me to sleep." He grunted and sat up with me still I his arms. I wiggled my way through his grasp giggling and taking him upstairs. he got quiet again.
When we got to my room he shut the door behind him. We stood staring at eachother.
"Y/n.. are you scared of me?" He asked, quietly.
I hesitated hard, my heart skipped a beat. He was a murderer. I never thought he would hurt me, but then he put a knife to my neck. I was threatened.
"What? Why do you think that?" I asked.
"You said you didn't know why you trusted me, and that you were gullible. You weren't certian, and you pulled away from me twice." He replied, refusing eye contact.
"Bonnie I'm not scared, I don't feel like you would hurt me.."
He came closer. I felt like this was a bad topic. I backed up as well but not in the way to make him seem like it was bad. I made the bed with my back to him. He was just standing there watching.
"Okay, it's all made if you want to lay d-"
I was cut off by his hand coming around my mouth and his other with a knife against my neck. I gasped and held onto his hands, trying to restrict them from getting any closer.
'im not scared' I thought to myself. 'he won't hurt me'
"You're not scared are you y/n?" He uncovered my mouth and grabbed my jaw instead.
"N-no."
His grip loosened, he seemed confused. He tightend back up again.
"Why? You're not scared you're being held at death right now?"
Tears shed from my eyes. I was scared, but not of him hurting me, of him changing so sudden.
"I trust y-you." I stumbled, the blade of the knife was touching my neck.
"Why?" He asked again.
I felt a part of skin break around the knife. Was he really killing me now? After everything..
"Bonnie.." my chest was burning. I couldn't breathe. This isn't happening.
"Please let go." I say. I feel more skin break and I pull harder on his arm. The grip on my jaw slowly got looser. He dropped the knife on the floor and hugged me again.
What is this? Is this okay? He almost killed me and now he's latching onto me.
After a while, a long moment, he backed off and took off his overalls and shoes. I couldn't move, I was scared of the knife Infront of me. Blood dripped down my neck and onto the floor.
"Y/n." He called my name, shooting a shock through my body. I looked up at him, sitting on the bed. "Come here, please." He asked softly. I hesitated to, but I started walking around the bed and close to him. He pulled my head closer and started cleaning the blood with a towel. He added disinfectant, it hurt real bad and I flinched a lot. He wrapped a gause to my neck and kissed my forehead. He pulled me as he leaned back onto the bed, causing me to fall on him. My head on his chest, I tried not to cry again.
He pulled me up and beside him with his arm around me. Comfortably, I fell asleep in his arms.