A startling Text

Confession or more Concealing?

"I.... I've just gotten a few messages..." Bonnie delicately replied. She wasn't overly willing to share too much information about the situation. "I'm okay.  Words... are just words... right?" Bonnie added as a form of justification of her false sense of bravado. 

"What kind of messages?" He further pried, wanting her to come forward and to share her deepest fears with him. "And it's alright to be afraid of words if someone threatening you." Getting up from his seat, he stood up and took Bonnie's arms in his. Quietly and gently he questioned, "is someone threatening you, Bons?" 

Bonnie's expression soured and her eyes nervously averted away from Michael. For the first time she missed having her phone within her grasp. Ignoring his inquiry, Bonnie exclaimed, "wh...where is my phone? Michael, have you seen my phone?" 

His loving grasp refused to let her move away from him as he repeated,"Bons, is someone threatening you? Please, tell me what is bothering you." His voice was wrought with concern and a desperation that Bonnie had scarcely heard before.

Clicking her tongue on the roof of her mouth she shakily puffed, "my phone. I'm ge....getting messages.... on... on my phone."

"Who is sending the messages?" Michael asked, his tone quiet but seething.

"N...no...no one. Forget it. I don't want to talk...talk about it any more..." she stammered unsteadily, no longer interested in taking Michael's baited lines any longer. 

'Bonnie, I have a confession to make...." He let out an exaggerated sigh before continuing, "I know about the messages from Garthe. I'm sorry sweetheart but you've had me soooo worried. Listen I only checked the phone because I love you... I'll understand if you can't forgive me right away," Michael continued, finally cracking.

Bonnie sat in stunned silence, her blue-green eyes watering as she considered everything Michael was saying. He betrayed her trust. But hadn't she done the same by concealing the messages from him? Was it good or bad that he knew? What should she say? Should she even speak at all? Trembling fingers moved to rub her forehead and her lips mumbled as if she were speaking incomprehensible words to herself. She was torn between protecting Michael from Garthe and getting the protection she needed and desired for herself and the child. But what would Bonnie choose? If, in fact, she had any choice at all. 

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