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Shawn Crest.
Her breathing is the only thing that can be heard, along with the tidal movements of the waters. My position, behind her remains intact, as my hands which were once on her shoulders, drops.
"Shawn," she utters, making my body beat with no rhythms. I move from behind her, slowly coming to meet her, eye to eye.
"I like you, Bonnie," I speak, seeing her chest heaving, more than usual. "And I'm not just talking about liking you, all because of physical attraction, trust me, there is," I chuckle, realizing she doesn't say a word. "I really like you, and would like us to date." I conclude looking at eyes, trying to read every move on them.
But, nothing.
She brings her hands to body, hugging my coat, around her proximately.
"Shawn.... I appreciate you telling me this, but, I don't think I can honestly make a decision right now. I know, I also feel something, but I want to be sure, before we start something serious." she says, genuinely
"Of course, take your time Bonnie, I'm not asking you to give me a reply now, though, I would have loved it, but that's fine. Whenever you're ready," I tell her honestly, as she nods, giving me a little smile. "But, I would like, if you'd still be going out with me?" I ask.
"That wouldn't be a problem, I would love to." she chuckles, and I do too.
I'm glad, at the response I got from Bonnie, though I won't say it is what I want, but I have all the time in the world, to wait.
And I'll make sure her answer is positive, at the end of it all.
"That would be nice." I comment.
"Thank you, for this," she says, gesturing to my coat.
"It's nothing, I saw the weather isn't too kind." I admit, seeing her smile.
"Soo, is this where you come often?" She prolongs, with a smile on her lips.
"On rare occasions." I reply, tucking a hand into my pockets. "Why don't we sit?" I request, gesturing towards the bench, some steps away from us.
We walk to the bench, as we sit comfortably, before Bonnie speaks. "And those rare occasions are?" she asks again.
"Those days, when everything feels so tiring and frustrating, with no one to actually confide in about it." I speak, freely. Bonnie stares at me, with something of sympathy, in her eyes.
"Especially those days, when you need someone the most, not for them to pity you, but just to listen." Bonnie completes, making me stare at her with affection.
Sincerely, it's been a long time, I've sat and talked to anyone about what I do. And it would feel, extremely relieving to have someone else to confide in, about it.
Just like Bonnie.
But no, I can't. I can't burden her with such, heavy amount of secret. I can't keep her in danger, I can't see her hurt, I can't see her leave, not when I'm just getting to know her, not when we're starting to have something genuine.
"Exactly." I say. My gaze still on hers, not once blinking. She takes her eye away, and I start to crave her brown orbs again.
"I believe, that person would come, whom you can confide in, and tell all your problems to, without feeling like you're burdening the person." she says again, and I find myself melting at her words.
Can she be any perfect!
"I hope so." I reply, as she smiles happily at me. She looks around, furrowing her eyebrows. "Is anything wrong?" I ask.
"Sorry, it's just that, I've been wondering why, this place is closed and then we were allowed to enter, but no one is here," she says, and I chuckle.
She stares at me, carefully as I begin speaking. "Oh, that... I rented the place for the night," I say, watching as Bonnie exclaims in surprise.
"Why would you do that!" She exclaims. "Yes, honestly it feels so nice and beautiful, we being the only ones here, but- I can't even guess the amount you rented this place," she breaths heavily, as I just stare at her amazed, not saying anything.
She looks adorable and cute, scolding and telling me how to spend my money, so I decide to tease her the more. "It was just for the night," I say, as she opens her mouth to say something, but keeps shut, then closes her eyes.
"Look Shawn, I appreciate this, but they're a lot of people who would have needed this money, more than anything in this world, than us. More so, we could have just come here like everyone else, I wouldn't mind," she says, and I just watch her with a smirk.
I never knew, such women like Bonnie exists anymore, such that, when spent on them, they advice that, they are others who'll need it much better than they do. And to which I know, to which I do.
The money I take from the embezzlement done by those in illegal acts, which I'm not saying is a good thing, but I've come to notice that, no matter the amount I send back to the government or give, at the end of the day, they can either say, they didn't receive anything or spend it maliciously, and everything will just go away just like that.
So, instead, I donate each and every penny down to charities, donations, funds raising and to countries in need. I never take any percentage for myself, never.
But, how could she know. She barely knows much about me.
"Listen Bonnie, I'm not just a billionaire in public, just because I make money and spend lavishly, I know who is worth spending and when it is worth spending. And as for you, you are worth every penny and more, and you may not like it, but I'm not ashamed to tell you that, I am still willing and will spend more on you, because you're worth it."I tell her, with my heart beating faster, at the duration I went without stopping.
Bonnie stays quiet, her lips parted open slightly, as she stares at me, like I've just dropped a bomb on her.
Did I?
Soon, I watch as, streams of tears fills her eyes, but she holds it, so tight that they refuse to fall, all while staring into me.
Her eyes drifts off slowly, away from me, as her attention stays on the moving waters.
"Bonnie?" I call, but she stays silent.
Did I say anything wrong?
"Bon... " I start, but she cuts me off.
"I don't know Shawn, if you said what you said all because you're interested in me or want to get something, but either way, thank you," she stops, turning back to me. "I don't think I've heard such words, in a very long time. Thank you." she says again, and I inch closer to her, leaving no space at all inbetween us.
"Everything I said, I mean them. I don't know what your life has been like, but what I do know is that, you are someone that I know, is precious." I speak, seeing her eyes with all sort of emotions.
She doesn't say anything, as I take that as my cue for us to enjoy the silence and sounds of the waters, but not before I place a hand on top hers. She flinches at first, but relax, as I caress them, lightly, all while looking at the tides.
What are you doing to me Bonnie?
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After our little emotional interaction, between Bonnie and I, we stayed a little longer at the beach, enjoying each others company, before leaving around past 8, to arrive at Bonnie's mother's place, and pick up her brother.
She had explained to me, that she had dropped her brother earlier, in order to go out with me, and I couldn't appreciate her any better.
I sit in the car, waiting for Bonnie as she goes into the house to pick up her brother as she has said.
I have no idea what Bonnie is doing to me, but every more minute I spend with her, I want to cherish it forever. Her calmness, reserved nature, bubbly personality, kind and beautiful inside and out, makes me feel as though, she's different from any other woman.
Which, I've come to know she is.
I wait a bit longer, feeling she's taking longer, than just to pick her brother. I get down from the car, leaning against the door, to receive the fresh breeze of the night, as I wait.
It doesn't take long, as she comes out, closing the door gently, and leans her head on the door. All while, I watch knowing, she doesn't know I'm already out of the car. It's obvious that something did happen, when she went inside, considering her brother is not with her, and she placing her head on door, instead of coming here straight.
More like, she's composing herself.
I decide to stay where I am, not moving an inch, but watching her. I don't want her to feel like she's burdening me, by seeing her in all her emotional state. So, I give her the space.
She seems to console herself, as she stands upright, her attention now on me, as we stare at each other. She takes her gaze off, as she walks closer to the car, until she gets to meet me.
"it's fine, I won't pressure if you don't feel like talking." I tell her immediately as she reaches. It doesn't take a wise man, to know that, she and her mother or whoever is inside, did have a heated conversation.
Bonnie nods acceptably, as she goes to the passenger side and takes a seat, while I look back once at the apartment, before getting into the car.
"To your place right?" I ask, turning to her.
"Yes, thank you." she says, not meeting my attention.
The drive, silent as a graveyard, with none of us saying anything, as I tune in the radio, to something peaceful. I notice, as Bonnie's shoulders relax, seeping into the chair the more.
We get to Bonnie's house, at around 9, as she gets down, and I do the same.
"Thank you Shawn, for everything. I had a wonderful night." she says, smiling, but I knew the smile isn't genuine.
Not that she isn't pleased with me, but with the lately events. "No, thank you for accepting to go out with me." I speak, sincerely.
"Well, I'm happy I did." she replies, as we both chuckle. I walk closer to her, only an inch, inbetween us, as I lean closer to her. When I see she doesn't move an inch, just watching me, I place a kiss on her temple.
"I want you to take good care of yourself Bonnie, and if you need anything, I'm here for you. Anything at all." I say, as soon as my lips leave her temple. The space between us still very little, as she stares at me and I do the same.
"I will." is the only thing she says, as I nod and back away. She smiles at me, this time her smile reaching her eyes as she says. "Have a good night Shawn, and thank you again." she says, my hands automatically going to my pockets.
"Have a good night, Bonnie." I reply, with the same happiness in my eyes. She turns to walk away, as I watch her, wanting to see her in, before I leave.
She stops for a while, turns back at me, giving me a beautiful smile once again, and says. "Also Shawn, I would love to see you again." she sends a wink my way, and I find myself chuckling in amusement.
Oh God! What have I gotten myself into!
Who is this woman!
And what is she making me become!
I nod at her statement, smiling brightly, as she leaves, going in permanently.
Bonnie, take it easy with me!
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Sylvia Dane.
Wife of Henry Dane, mother of Bonnie Dane, and Nicholas Dane.
I stare at her picture, just like an exact replica of Bonnie, only difference being that, age is slowly seeping in on her skin, as wrinkles are to be seen around her eyes.
I couldn't sleep at the thought that Bonnie is hurt, and that I want to do everything to help her. I have no idea of what happened, in there, but what I do know is that it is something, relating to her mother.
Ever since, I have had my eyes on Bonnie, I have never once checked her up, to see every thing about her, feeling because of how wrong it will be, because I'm practically invading, her privacy.
But I'm not doing this to invade her privacy, or to stalk her, but for myself also. There is a high chance of possibility that Bonnie and I, would grow closer than this, and I need to know, if eventually, I decide to tell her about my other job, she should be genuine.
Though I do feel, that she is.
But in my line of work, I don't just work, based on my hunch, but as of what I see. And as expected, Bonnie is clean, and real.
No doubt, it feels extremely inconvenient and invading, doing this, but it is something I have to do.
I check the time, having seen it is past 2, in the morning. I close my laptop, running my hands over my hair.
I'm not entirely proud of what I do, but when you live in a society, where the poor are eaten upon, you start to feel the weight of the helpless.
I decide to take a shower, to cool down my nerves, and on coming out, my phone rings.
Who could be calling, at a time like this?
My thinking, goes to Kaitlin, but I get proved wrong, seeing the ID caller.
Fiona.
Why would she be calling me at a time like this?
I contemplate on picking, when I swipe the green button. "Hello?" I answer, but there is no reply. "Hello?" I call again but nothing. "Fiona?" I call, this time distressed.
What sought of prank is this? If she knew she wasn't going to talk, then why call?
I take the phone off my ears, ready to hang up, when I hear ruffles. I put the phone back to ear, listening carefully, as I hear whimpers and light voices.
"Sha..wn," I hear, Fiona's voice, low and husky, but audible enough for me to hear.
"Fiona?" I call again.
"Sha..wn I.. - I've been... I've been attacked." she says, through the phone as my eye widens.
What?
"Fiona?" I call again but she doesn't answer, just muffles. "Fiona, where are you?" I literally yell on the phone.
"I.. D... I" she coughs painfully, as my mind starts to race. " I didn't..know Shawn." And with that, the line goes silent.
Oh, f**k!
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