Days With Zion Dawsey

21. Plans

"I mean we can't just sit here and let people write crap about us. I want to know who leaked it and how they found out, because I have not told anybody. Have you?" Bonnie elaborated.

"What do you think of me? I run around and tell people that I got blackmailed and that I have a child that no one knows it's mine?" He scoffed.
"A simple no would've been enough." Bonnie rolled her eyes.

"Obviously not, since I'm the one sitting here with the bruises." Zion crossed his arms over his chest and leaned back on the couch. Bonnie would've needed to be a saint for her not to notice his bulging muscles in that position. She also realized he was wearing grey sweatpants, how convenient.

"It's one bruise, you'll survive." She rolled her eyes.
"Yes I will, because it doesn't even hurt." Zion emphasized, glaring up at her. Bonnie gave him a look before touching his cheek again. This time he didn't flinch but his right eye twitched a little.
"I'm impressed." Bonnie admitted, taking her finger off again.

"But seriously how do we approach this?" She continued.
"I don't see why I should help you sorting this out. It's not like nobody knows that I'm an asshole. Now I'll just officially be an asshole and a father." Zion shrugged.

"Don't act like you don't care about River. I know you don't care about me, so help me for River." She said. Zion clenched his jaw and looked away.
"What makes you think I care about your son?" He murmured.

"Because I know you've been looking after him." That made Zion blink before he looked at her again.
"You cannot possibly think I didn't see you parked right across the street every night." She gave him a look. Zion looked away again with a flushed face. Bonnie touched his arm.

"And I also saw you at the party." He looked back at her.
"When you were holding him and talking to him." Zion gulped before looking down at the ground.
"You care about him and I know you're at least as upset as I am because of what they did to him. If he googles his name once in the future, he'll find all of those articles and always wonder-"

"I know." Zion said, taking a deep breath.
"But I have no clue how to even find out who leaked the information. I could try and be a detective, but I'm a bad one. I still don't know whose bracelet I found in-" Zion stopped.

"In?" Bonnie asked and watched him sit up straight again. He turned to her.
"I found the bracelet that night. When I had my party. I heard something falling down in a room and went in. I thought it was nothing, but then I found the strange bracelet. It's none of my family's, I've already asked them. And it's obviously not yours, since you brought it back." He updated Bonnie.

"I think the person that lost the bracelet might have been a burglar and he could've made a copy of the picture in the magazine. My baby pictures were in the same room that I found the bracelet in. That can't be a coincidence." He said.
"So you really think someone would break into your mother's house just for a good story?" Bonnie asked.

"I would hope not, but the reality often differs from faith." Zion sighed.
"Alright, then I think we should go over to your mom's place and look for any evidence or a hair." Bonnie stood up.
"A hair? Bon, it's been over a month. Do you not think my mother vacuums or anything? Any evidence is already gone." He stood up as well and frowned when Bonnie looked at him an a weird way.

"What?" He asked.
"You called me Bon." She shrugged at Zion, who kept eye contact before shaking his head.
"Doesn't matter. We need to come up with a plan. A good one." He underlined the second last word.
"Well, do you still have the bracelet?" Bonnie asked.
"It's in my office." He answered.

"Alright, let's go." She said, turning to leave. Zion stopped her.
"We've had wine. Neither of us should drive." He made up that excuse because he really didn't want her to see his trashed office and having to explain.
"We haven't even finished the glasses. And I feel fine. I'll drive if you don't feel comfortable, but I need to find out who leaked-"

"And if we find him, what happens next? We beat him up?" Zion asked.
"We can think about that later." Bonnie said.
"We'll get it tomorrow, he's not going to run away." Zion sighed.
"What's wrong with now? Why not just drive to your building and get the damn bracelet? Why are you acting so weird?" She asked.

"I'm not acting weird, I don't mind if we go now. But you're tipsy."
"I'm not tipsy at all! Zion, let us go." She stomped her feet. Zion clenched his jaw again and then nodded.
"I'm driving." He said before grabbing his car keys on the way out.

"What are you waiting for?" Bonnie asked after they sat in his car for a few minutes and Zion wasn't moving out of his driveway. The car was running, but not moving.
"I don't want to hit somebody or be hit by somebody. And around this time, the road is always busy, so often when I back out, I hit people." Zion said.

"You're kidding, right?" She asked.
"There's not one car on your road. You're free to go, so go!" Bonnie was getting frustrated.
"That's it, we're taking my car."

Before Zion could answer, he heard the engine of her bmw already turning on.