Broken Bonnie Novels & Stories

see you later, Gator -Dylan* my world had shattered into a million pieces. Dylan had Jane. he knew what my brothers had done. nono had ordered then to add a distraction, but they got my daughter taken. or was there still a rat in the house? how did Dylan know I wouldn't be here with Jane? how did he know where to find us? who was the snitch this time? why did nono give those orders? why would Nono risk giving us away?

He said biting his lip. Before I could respond Johnson interrupted. "As much as I love hearing about how G is gonna fuck you could you just maybe, I don't know...shut the fuck up?" He said while hooking his phone up to the aux cord, keeping a straight face. "For sure man." G said which made me burst into fits of laughter. 20 minutes later. We pull up to a really beautiful house which I'm assuming is Jack G's since the sign says Gilinsky Residence. When we walk up to the door two girl rush to the door into Jacks arms.

then the barman ended everything by calling security on him. "hey... I..." "don't sweat it. keep the change." I interrupted him, dropping his money on the counter and left. ***** "Why!... I hate you." That was all I could yell throwing anything my hand could reach and breaking whatever was breakable close to me. I have never in my life felt such public humiliation, never felt rejection, never felt so broken before. I had no one to turn to or confide in. For weeks I drowned myself in alcohol, drugs and anything I wouldn't originally buy with my money. That was where I found consolence. I wouldn't pick any incoming calls, nor let anyone in on my life.

She burst into tears, screamed at the top of her lungs, and came out of the closet. Bonnie's frail body lay on the floor, covered in blood. There were three shots in her chest. The woman closed her eyes with a small smile etched on her lips. It seemed that Bonnie had left feeling calm and peaceful because she was able to save Caroline. She didn't know what had happened, but she had a gut feeling that her life and Caroline's were in danger. It was true; a mother's hunch is never wrong.

Bonnie let out a long sigh of relief as she watched her mother answer the call. “Just me and Mommy–good.” She muttered under her breath. “If Mommy marries anyone, she’ll have another baby and forget all about me.” I watched the little girl’s back slump and bit the inside of my lip. Bonnie wasn’t a meanspirited kid. Damien and Vanessa had cultivated a lack of security in her after falling pregnant–she was afraid of being replaced. “It’s time for a snack break!” Grace called from the studio’s kitchenette, carrying a tray laden with sliced fruit.

Furious of being attacked in class, Bonnie rushed down the hallways of the Sigmond Ross institution in hopes of finding content away from Moxy and Brother Baxter. As the young lady ran away, a crystal ball came across her path and caused her to stumble as she stepped on it. Her leg snapping from the impact of her fall, Bonnie felt her heart sinking deeper into the abyss of her own started. “Ms. Jones?” said a Caucasian man in his late thirty’s. His back slick hair shined with the flickering lights

She needed to forget Callum, and not even sleep was helping since he lived rent free in her dreams. “Fine, I’ll go.” As soon as the words slipped out of her lip, everything else went by in a blur. Bonnie didn’t waste a single second getting dressed and driving them to a club just a few miles away. Sugar, she thought it was called, she really wasn't paying attention to the name, only the bar. Which was the first place she found when they got in. Bonnie ordered a dirty martini and drank it in one go. “Don’t stay too long.” She nudged Alice as she shimmied through what little space there was in the crammed dance floor, catching a few of the men's eyes.

If her mother had been there, she would have washed her daughter’s mouth out with soap, even though Bonnie was twenty-seven years old. Bonnie cursed once more at her car engine and kicked the front fender hard enough to make her wince. The damn car was dead on the side of a lonely country road in the middle of God-knew-where of the Colorado mountains. Bonnie’s AAA membership had run out about two months ago, along with every other thing in her life. She was stuck. Lightning crackled around the edges of the darkening clouds. The wind whispered to the pine trees and mountain fields that rain was coming. She slammed the hood of her car down and spat out another curse before apologizing to her v

"Bonnie?" "Again I ask, what are you doing here?" Karla stood in front of the other woman, her hands on her hips, her back just as straight as Bonnie's, but for a whole other reason. "If you're looking for Clint, he's not here. And in case you forgot, you're not welcome here." Bonnie stood there, ignoring Karla as she stared straight at Aimee. "Well, you should be happy now," Bonnie said. "I signed the damn papers. You won. My family is broken thanks to you."

Her grip on Melanie’s left hand tightened even more, until the sound of something snapping could be heard. Melanie’s friends were immediately shocked by the sight. They never expected that the girl they’d bullied earlier that day—simply because she’d been approached by Albert, Melanie’s boyfriend—could break Melanie’s wrist so easily. It was a stark contrast to the girl’s reaction earlier that day, when she’d only been able to tremble in fear and cry.