Killer || m.g.c

0.7

Bonnie Jackson.

We had arrived at a cheap motel only hours ago and I was sitting on the only bed, a queen size, undoubtedly filled with bed bugs, reading some book about travel that I'd picked up from reception. Michael had left to go get food and what not about an hour ago and I dreaded his return. I considered leaving and making a run for it, but Michael assured me he had mates around the area which would find me quicker than a dog would a bone.

I didn't even glance as Michael stumbled through the door, holding multiple bags filled with items. He rolled his eyes when he saw I wasn't helping him with the bags.

"Honey, I'm home." He said sarcastically. I ignored him as I folded the corner of my book page, placing it on the bedside table before looking through the bags. I rummaged through a few before pulling out bleach and four boxes of dye.

"What's this for?" I questioned.

"I'm going brown," he announced, separating the boxes of dye in to pairs. He pulled a pair towards himself, and I assumed that it was the brown dye. "And you're going red." He said, flicking the bleach and other two boxes towards me.

"No, I'm not." I said, giving him a 'seriously?' look before sitting back down. He rolled his eyes and pushed my feet off the side of the bed before running around and taking my hands, pulling me to my feet.

"Yes, you are. We need to disguise ourselves." He said, pushing me towards the bathroom.

"Why couldn't I be a different colour?" I pouted.

"Because you're gonna look hot with red hair."

"Kinda brings attention to me, doesn't it?"

"It'll make you look like another one of my girls, you'll blend right in with the sort of people we're meeting." He said. I scrunched my nose as I took a seat in the bathroom, watching him put gloves on.

"I don't want to look like one of your girls." I whined. He rolled his eyes.

"Oh well."

>>

It was nine when Michael sent me off to wash the left over dye from my hair. After a very loud and colourful use of words was used to describe me with blonde hair after bleaching, Michael had covered the mirror so I couldn't see what I now looked like.

So here I was now, standing solemnly in the small, bad smelling cubical, watching blood red water flow down my body. I sighed, beginning to run my fingers through the strands to help further rinse the dye out.

Eventually, the water was running clear through my hair and I was able to turn it off and get out. I have my body a quick wipe down before wrapping the towel around me. I looked around and realised that the only clothes I had were the workout ones I'd been wearing since this morning. I dreaded going out to Michael in just a towel, but I needed spare clothes.

"Michael?" I called as I walked around the corner. I yelped when I got around the corner, desperately trying to hide as much as I could from the three men Michael sat with. Their eyes devoured my body as Michael rolled his eyes.

"What?" He spat.

"I need some clothes to borrow." I said quietly. His face lit up quickly as he yelled a name I didn't quite hear right. We fell silent as feet padding against the wooden floor was heard.

"Red suits you, by the way." Michael said with a smile before a person bursts through the door.

"Bonnie!" The girl exclaimed as she ran towards me, squeezing me in a tight hug. I was confused, I've never seen this girl before. She pulled away and stood before me.

She had short, straight black hair which stopped just below her chin. Different piercings were all up her right ear but the left had only a single stud in the lobe. She had snake bite lip piercings, one on each side, and a half tattoo sleeves of roses on her left arm. She had on a sleeveless boob-tube sort of shirt and a pair of black ripped jeans, all paired with some bright red boots. Her boots matched her lipstick and her eyes had a perfectly sculpted cats eyes on.

"I'm sorry," I said shyly, but still happy to see a smiling female face. "Do I know you?"

"Bonnie, this is Kayla." Michael said, now standing beside me. Kayla gave me a small wave at the mention of her name. "She's a friend of mine. I called her in to help you with clothes and stuff."

Kayla held my wrist and pulled me back towards the bathroom, flipping off one of the men who whistled the second I turned around. She closed the door behind us and got me to sit down.

"Michael told me about your situation." Kayla said sympathetically.

"How do you two know each other?" I asked, not wanting to talk about my situation.

"A friend introduced us." She said as she picked up a brush and began combing through my hair. "I want to help you." She said. I gave her a confused look, watching as she pulled the blanket off the mirror before pulling out two phones.

I stared at my reflection in the mirror. This wasn't me. While it didn't look as bad as I imagined, it just wasn't me.

"Just wait till it's dry." Kayla said excitedly, wiggling her eyebrows. Before she did anything else to my hair, she began playing music on her phone. She then unlocked and passed me a black flip phone which I took hesitantly.

"You want to call home?" She asked. My head snapped up to look at her, completely shocked.

"Seriously?" I asked. She nodded, picking up the hair brush and starting to comb again.

"No mentions of Michael or what's happening, ok? You're fine and you'll try to contact him soon." I nodded excitedly.

"What if I get caught?" I questioned.

"I'll take the blame. Don't worry, Mikey ain't got nothing on me." She said with a confident smile.

I smiled at her before turning towards the phone, quickly typing in my home number and pressing the phone to my ear. It took eight rings for Nate to pick up.

"Hello?" He said tiredly. Tears spring to my eyes and I covered my mouth with my hand, attempting to stop sobs.

"Hellooooo?" He sang, stretching out the 'o'. I chuckled a little at that as I wiped the tears from my eyes.

"Nate." I coughed out before sobbing, the tears rolling down my cheeks.

"Bon!" He yelped, making me smile. "Where are you? What's going on?"

"I can't say." I say, controlling my sobs but still letting the tears flow freely.

"Please, Bonnie. I can come pick you up. I've been so worried!" He exclaimed. I swallowed.

"I can't..." I trailed off, focusing my attention to the turning door knob. "Later." I squeaked out before hanging up and putting the phone under my thigh. Kayla's panicked eyes met mine in the mirror and my chest raise and fell faster than ever before as Michael walked in. His smile lit up the room when he saw me.

"Do you like it?" He asked. I reassessed my reflection in the mirror, twirling and pulling at the wet strands. I smiled and turned to him.

"I love it!" I exclaimed sarcastically.

"Listen," he said calmly, sitting on the bathroom bench to face me. "I'm sorry for being an ass. I took you away from everything, I shouldn't act like so badly after doing that." I shrugged my shoulders.

"I think I actually hate you more now." I said. He bit his lip as he held eye contact with me before nodding, getting up suddenly and leaving the room, closing the door behind him.
I passed Kayla her phone back and let out a breath I didn't know I was holding in.

"You've got a good ear." She said, swapping the comb for a hair dryer. "That's gonna get useful." She said before turning on the dryer.