Bonnie and Lies

Never Again.

Bonnie fully awoke around three hours later, her head was pressed against the window of the black 2015 Ford Explorer that she vaguely remembered getting into. What just happened? Was I taking a nap in my car again? SHIT. What time is it? I need to get back to wor-. The memories hit her like a truck as she remember the events that had happened over the course of the last two days Oh.

She looked around, she was alone in the car which was outside a gas station. There was a note on the glove compartment: There's a bomb wired into your door, if opened without the pass-code, it'll explode. -Z.

Well isn't that fucking great? At least it gives me a chance to think about what I overheard. Did they really just play me like that? How could I have been so stupid? I honestly thought Lyann and I... I thought we had a moment. God, I thought I was starting to... to MEAN something to her. But no- no, of course not, she's a criminal. How could I even entertain the thought that she wouldn't lie to me about anything if it benefited her? She's a criminal and a liar, and from now on, I won't think of her as anything else.

Bonnie snapped out of her angry thoughts at the sound of two car doors slamming at once, she was no longer alone in the vehicle.

"Hey there, sleepyhead." Lyann said while buckling her seatbelt. Oh, fuck you Lyann, just fuck you. How dare you? Flirting with me like you're actually interested, leading me on like the fucking monster you are.

"Hey." Bonnie said not even looking at her with her eyes glued to the window, fuming internally.

Zara opened the plastic bag from the store and threw a Twix into Bonnie's lap. "Here, Joker. Eat up."

"Thanks, why do you call me that?"

"During our first encounter you showed yourself to be quite the comedian and I'm a fan of DC so the nickname seemed appropriate." Zara explained coolly.

Bonnie flinched slightly at the memory. Oh how could I forget that nightmare? Thanks, Zara, for that lovely reminder.

Lyann saw Bonnie flinch, though the girl tried to hide it, and looked at her with concern but quickly turned her focus to the road. But not before sending Zara a dirty look through the rearview mirror. Zara shrugged at Lyann as if to say: well she's the one who asked, I just answered. 

Zara looked at her bruise, sighed and put some of the ice she bought on it. I don't understand why people would ask questions they're not prepared to hear the answers to? If you don't wanna know, don't ask. It's that simple.

Meanwhile, Bonnie had moved on from anger and had begun plotting.

Oh, they'll pay for this, I will not take this lying down. No one gets to treat me like I'm just an experiment and get away with it. Nuh uh, never again, not now and not ever.

A/N

Thank you so much to those read so far. Over 200 reads! That's way more than what I had expected. I would appreciate it if you would share this story to your fellow queer ladies or anyone wanting to read about queer ladies in general. In the chapters following this one the mature factor of this story goes into full effect, so prepare thyself for that, also feel free to leave comments and vote. Do you like the story so far? Well I hope so because it only goes up from here!