Killer || m.g.c

1.3

Bonnie Jackson.

The clothes I'd worn earlier now sat in a pile on the floor in the corner. I'd watched four movies so far, one being the titanic, and Michael still wasn't home. The outside light was darkening and to be completely honest, I wasn't sure if I cared if he came back. I glanced at the clock, the time just turning seven at night. Bored, I groaned loudly to the empty room, shuffling towards the fridge and pulling out some left overs. I couldn't be bothered heating it up, eating the meat lovers pizza cold as I sat on the bed, alone.

I just glared at Michael as he opened the door slowly, seeming calm until his eyes found mine and he stormed in, slamming the door behind him.

"Expected you to be gone by now." He snarled as he grabbed a water bottle from the fridge, chugging it down before throwing the bottle in to the sink. I just continued to glare. He rolled his eyes at me and crossed his arms. "Can you stop being a child and say something?"

"I'm the child?" I asked, laughing humourlessly. "That's rich coming from you."

"I don't know why I even came back." He said gruffly. "If I wanted to be surrounded by nagging and sarcasm I would've gone back to my parents."

"Screw you." I said before taking a bite of my pizza. He flipped me off as he walked towards the bathroom, me rolling my eyes as he closed the door. The sound of water flowing through the pipes filled the room and I sighed in frustration.

I was stupid for thinking I like him. Of course I didn't, he's a selfish asshole. The second stuff gets remotely touchy, he just leaves and pushes everyone away. He's an asshole with good lips. I hate him.

And really, I do. I hate everything about him from the way his hair is each morning to the way his fingers felt pressed against my skin. Hated it. Hate him.

What I hate even more is how I can bull shit myself in to thinking that.

In the hours he was gone, my mind tried to process so much. I knew now that he didn't deal well with touchy subjects, that he'd rather just make everyone hate him than deal with it. I also knew that he wasn't good at apologising, a simple 'I'm sorry' would've been nice, but no. I'm just confused and frustrated, and I don't like not knowing.

I tried to prepare myself as I heard the water stop, Michael emerging from the bathroom a few minutes later with his hair wet and towel around his hips. He didn't say anything as he grabbed some clean clothes and put them on in the corner of the room behind me as I kept facing forward.

"Sit down-"

"I'm not talking about this with you." He cut me off.

"Well, suck it up princess. I killed that asshole because you fucked up trying too, I think I deserve to know why I was forced in to that situation in the first place!" I said, raising my voice as I continued talking.

"Forced in that situation? Bull! you could've let me die!" He yelled back.

"Oh, you're right Michael. I definitely should've saved the stranger I was forced to have sex with instead of the one attempting to help me. You're so freakin' smart, ass hole!" My fists balled beside me as adrenaline pumped through my veins. I was pissed off, so very pissed off.

"If I don't want to talk about my past, I won't. Why can't you get that through your head?!"

"I killed him for you! I deserve to know!"

"Deserve to know? Ha! I've had dogs do more for me than you have."

"I swear to God, I'll call the cops." I said sternly, no longer yelling. Michael just laughed.

"Don't lie to yourself, sweetheart. What're you gonna say? I pulled the trigger for you?" He smiled evilly as he walked towards me, face intimidatingly close to mine. "You're a murderer, Bonnie. I go down, you're coming with me."

"I can claim self defence." I said, voice smaller than before. I noticed now how much bigger Michael was than me. His height trumped mine noticeably and it made me want to run away and hide.

"That only works on the TV, babe." He sneered, standing up and walking away.

"Michael, please." I said. I was surprised that he heard me. My voice was barely above a whisper. I didn't shake, cry nor stutter, but I felt more fearful than ever before. I watched as he stopped and took a few deep breaths before walking over to the wall and sat down, leaning against it.

"Her name was Jade." He said softly. I rotated so I sat facing him. "She was my first real relationship and we thought we were in love." He smiled at the memory. "Pretty sure we weren't but we were younger then. When Johnny asked me to kill the guy, I couldn't do it. I wanted the cash though, who wouldn't want ten grand? So, I called him. Told him I did it. Few weeks later, I get home to find Jade dead." My heart broke as I saw tears fall from his eyes and stain his cheeks before landing on his shirt. I untangled my legs from one another and got off the bed, sliding beside him and wrapping my arms around his shoulders. He rested his head against my shoulder and let out a stuttered sob.

"Michael..." I sighed, kissing the top if his head as a sign to say he didn't have to continue. He shook his head slightly and wiped at his eyes.

"Received a text saying 'if I can do it, you can too.' I was too scared to tell the cops. The text had deleted only moments after I read it and I knew it looked like I did it, so I ran. I killed the guy Johnny paid me too, grabbed the cash and left." He sniffled and sobbed, his body trembling. "I let her down, Bonnie. I'm the reason she's dead."

I had no words to reply to his story. It left me both heart broken and in a state of disbelief, I didn't know how to comfort him at this point and figured he wouldn't want to continue talking about it any more.

"It's not your fault, Michael. You didn't know that they'd do that." I mumbled, pressing my cheek against his head. He sniffled a bit, not responding. "Just remember to talk things out next time, ok? I don't like being mad at the one person who I need to live right now." Michael wiped his eyes again as he sat up, facing me and cupping both cheeks with his hands. He pressed his lips against mine before leaning his forehead on mine.

"I'm sorry." Michael said.

"Don't be." I gave him a small smile.

"Bonnie Jackson," he said, closing his eyes now. "I love you."