Springtime Bonnie Novels & Stories

He looked like a man fraying at the edges, probably from newborn chaos, sleepless nights, and Vanessa’s iron-sharp expectations carving lines into him. Bonnie hopped out of the car on her own, her backpack dragging on the ground. Her face was splotchy, tired, almost… brittle. She clutched her jacket with both hands, like she didn’t know where to put herself. Damien tried to fix his expression when he saw us. Tried and failed. His features twitched, rearranging into something like forced neutrality. “Morning,” he said. I nodded. “Morning.” Ryan gave him a stiff, polite nod, nothing more.

"But if you are lying I am telling Jensen what you did at homecoming." Another pause then followed by another laugh. She stabbed a piece of pancake with her fork and shoved it into her mouth while still nodding at whatever the person on the other end was saying. Clarissa caught my eye across the table and she was smiling too. A small soft smile that did not ask questions. She reached over and placed her hand on top of mine. "Listen," Bonnie said into the phone. "I have to go. I am going to be late. Yes. I know. Shut up. Bye."

Everything in me is screaming to say NO but just looking at Bonnie's excited face makes my resolve crack slightly. I take a deep breath and exhale.... "Ok then" "EEEEEEEEEEEEEK.... YES!....." she screams as she jumps on me. "This is going to be FUCKING EPIC!.... Omg we need to start packing!" "Packing?....Bonnie it's one night! Wait... When are we going again?" I ask, quickly realising I never even knew to start with. Bonnie stops and grabs my face in her hands. Staring deeply into my eyes, she speaks again in her ridiculous deep russian accent which reminds me of count Dracula ....

“I'm glad you're here, but I'm sorry. I just have to ask you. Who are you?” “I am Bonnie, and I can confidently say I know you more than anyone.” *** Bonnie. She is a lawyer. She is originally from Greece, but moved to New Zealand working for a company. She loves nature. She is her best friend. Well, according to her, at least. Of course, she wants to believe everything that Bonnie said, but she wants to be careful with giving someone her trust. “I can't believe Liam's that big already!” She squealed when Liam excused himself after eating dinner. “Seems like only yesterday.”

Bonnie agreed and Trev came forward to help prepare Otheric's body for the funeral. The shrubs and tiny trees neatly arranged around the garden were basking in the rays of the sunset when Cassana's voice pealed across the air, shaking Bonnie out of her empty stupor. "Are you alright?" she asked Cassana as she stretched her limbs from the uncomfortable hammock. "Ric..." she whispered. It took a few seconds for the red head to get her thoughts straight. She stepped on to the mossy ground and she could almost hear her bones creak.

When Vivian saw me come back, the smile on her face faded. "You still have the nerve to come back." Her mocking words reached my ears clearly. Nolan laughed and kissed the corner of Vivian's mouth. "Come on. You were together for seven years. Leave him a little dignity." Then he looked up, raised an eyebrow at me, and smiled with deliberate suggestiveness. "Vivian's ovulating today. She wanted me badly. You don't mind, right?" Rain dripped from my hair onto the floor. A wave of exhaustion rose in my chest.

" A spring breeze brushed through my hair, soft as a mother's hand. … Stanton Industries became Kirkwood Holdings. I never heard from Ryan again. He couldn't make it in Seacrest. No job. No money. He changed his name and moved somewhere far away. Alone with a kid. I imagine things aren't going well for him. And Emily? Who knows how many years until she gets out. By then, I'll have everything locked down. She can try to fight me if she wants. She'll lose. We met as children. We knew each other as teenagers. We were in a relationship for ten years. And now it's all gone. Love withered in spring; what grows in its wake is my rebirth.

************************************************ Chris POV The news is on at the bar I'm currently sitting at drawing fellow patrons in as the news of what the police has discovered flashes on the screen along with a picture of her, her beautiful smile as bright as ever calls me in like a sirens song followed by the news that they found her in a shallow grave just outside of Benson Lake a few miles from Multnomah Falls by a couple with a dog that had smelt her decomposing body as they let him out to use the bathroom.

She smiled, “That would be great! I just want to see my mom happy instead of hearing her cry every night. She tries to hide it, but she’s not very good at it.” I smiled, “Why don’t you talk to Mister Koda while I go get your mother? You will be helping to make sure your dad gets the right punishment. But you need to make sure you tell him the truth. Okay?” She smiles as she nods. They sat on a picnic table, and I went to knock on the door, but Bonnie opened the door before I could knock. I smiled at her, “Hey. How are you holding up?” She smiled, but I could see she was not as well as she could be. Her smile didn’t reach her eyes. She shrugged her shoulders, “I’m doing as well as expected. H