BONNIE
If Bonnie was feeling good, she would have made a smart comment back about him saying she didn’t look good. Of course she didn’t look good. Someone had tortured her, she hadn’t eaten in days, she’d puked and more. There was nothing about her that was supposed to look good.
She squinted her eyes, trying to get the light out of them but also focus on Rogan and the new person she assumed was Angelo. Maybe focusing on them would take her mind off of the awful taste in her mouth.
Bonnie didn’t like the taste of puke. She never had and she never would. It was absolutely disgusting and made her want to puke even more. She regarded Angelo with weary caution. What was he going to do with the bag in his hand? Was he going to torture her? Did he have devices in there to pull her fingernails out and cut her?
Even if she wasn’t bound to the chair, she still wouldn’t be able to do anything. Both of them were jacked and probably knew how to fight and she didn’t. She was completely defenseless.
Were they going to torture her some more, withhold food and water, and keep her in the dark? Bonnie didn’t know how much longer she could go without food and water. Her stomach started to grumble just at the thought. But the idea of even trying to keep anything down made her nauseous.
Bonnie turned her head and dry heaved once again, but nothing came out. She didn’t know what was worse: dry heaving or actually puking.
“What happened to her?” Angelo asked.
“She might have hit her head, but I’m not sure. I was taking care of
Miguel when she tipped her chair.”
Angelo’s worried eyes found her tear-filled ones.
She had hit her head, but she didn’t see how that was important.
“She may have a concussion. I’m going to check, but while I do can you grab some water?” he said to Rogan.
Bonnie moved her eyes, watching Rogan walk toward the stairs, but not go up. Miguel wasn’t there anymore, and she assumed someone picked him up. But she didn’t hear the guy groaning in pain. Where had he gone?
“Lucius knows a little about medical stuff, basic first aid and all that. Once you’re done looking her over, do you want to head to the place and make sure Miguel doesn’t die on us?” Rogan asked as he walked back to them.
She winced as she moved her head and eyes too fast. Everything hurt, but the pain in her head just seemed to get worse with every passing second.
“Can you tell me what hurts?” Angelo asked, kneeling down in front of her. She jerked her head back, not expecting him to get so close.
Bonnie didn’t want him or Rogan anywhere near her. She just wanted to be left alone so she could get some rest, even if it was hard being bound to a chair.
“What was going on when she tipped her chair?” Angelo asked Rogan before turning back to her. “I’m going to check your pupils with a light and then feel around your head where you hit it.”
She shook her head and cried out. Oh, that hurt so bad. Why did she have to do that?
“Stop fucking moving your head,” Rogan grumbled. “It obviously hurts you, so stop.”
“Sowwy,” she whispered, feeling so exhausted.
She glanced over at Angelo who was looking at Rogan with a confused face. Shit. She’d partially slipped into Littlespace. Bonnie tended to be Littler when she was hurt or feeling exhausted.
“Stop raising your voice at her,” Angelo hissed. “It already looks like she has a concussion. Now, tell me what was happening while I look over her.”
Rogan handed the water bottle to Angelo before sitting down in his seat again. Her eyes focused on Angelo who was looking through his bag.
“I was waiting for the asshole who was hurting her to come down again. When he did, she started to panic real bad, rocking the chair. Before I could tell her to stop, Miguel came down and I shot him in the legs. But by the time I finished, she was already on the ground and had puked several times,” Rogan said. “Honestly, I thought it was the sight of blood.”
“It might have been, but the way she’s already acting, I think she has a concussion,” Angelo replied before turning back to her. “Now, I’m going to shine something bright in your eyes. I want you to look at the bridge of my nose while I shine the light.”
She wanted to roll her eyes and tell them she was sitting right here. They didn’t have to talk about her like she wasn’t. Before she could react and fully comprehend what Angelo had said, a bright light was flashed in her right eye and then her left eye.
Bonnie screamed and closed her eyes as the pain increased. “No,” she mumbled. “Please no mores.”
Angelo sighed and more tears fell down her face. She didn’t want him to shine a bright light in her eyes again. There was no way she was going to allow him to do that.
“Can you open your eyes for me?” Angelo asked.
She didn’t. She couldn’t.
“I promise I won’t shine the bright light again.”
She cracked her eyes open to see Angelo holding his hands up between them.
“See, no flashlight.”
She opened her eyes further and looked at Angelo and then Rogan. Both of them were staring at her and it made her uncomfortable. She could see Rogan’s face changing as he realized she was crying again. Bonnie couldn’t help it though.
“How about we get some water in you real quick?” Angelo murmured, bringing an opened water bottle to her lips.
Bonnie started to drink as he tilted it. It felt like heaven as the cold water went down her throat. She was so thirsty.
“Good girl,” Angelo said.
She heard a growl and looked over at Rogan’s very angry face. Why was he angry? Did he not want Angelo to give her water?
“You can have some more later. Can you answer a couple of questions?” Angelo asked, carefully. “Where does your head hurt?”
She stared at Angelo but didn’t answer. She didn’t want to say anything they could use against her. Though, it wouldn’t take them long to find out where she’d hit her head. One person could hold her head steady and the other one could run their hands all over until they found the spot.
“I promise nothing bad is going to happen. I want to help you get better,” Angelo coaxed.
Bonnie’s eyes found Rogan’s. She didn’t know why she looked over at him. Maybe she wanted to see if he was going to say the same thing?
He sighed, then did exactly that. “It’s true. We want to ask a few questions about what happened, but nothing else bad is going to happen to you. What Miguel did to you shouldn’t have happened. We don’t hurt innocent people.”
She looked back at Angelo. “Right side,” she whispered.
“Is it alright if I feel around gently?” he asked. “I want to make sure there aren’t any cuts or huge bumps we need to be worried about.”
Bonnie continued to stare at him. She really didn’t want him to touch the side of her head but it didn’t seem like he was giving her much of a choice anyway.
“I promise to be gentle.”
“Don’t nod your head,” Rogan rushed out. “Words.”
Her eyes went wide as she looked over at him. How had he known she was about to nod her head? Could he read her thoughts or see into the future?
“S-sure,” she whispered, still feeling a little weirded out.
There was something there, but she didn’t know what it was. She was scared, but at the same time she felt like he was looking out for her. Could that be or was she making things up? Did she hit her head so hard she was starting to hallucinate?
“Alright, I’m going to be really gentle,” Angelo promised as he lightly put his hand on her head. He started to move his fingers slowly and she hissed in pain, jerking away from him.
Bonnie let out a low moan as her head started to swim and the throbbing intensified. She wasn’t expecting it to hurt when he pressed on it. “Sorry,” Angelo quietly said. “I didn’t feel a bump, but it is tender.” She watched as he looked over at Rogan.
“She probably has a concussion. She needs to be given fluids, food, and be in a dark room.”
Her heart rate started to beat faster as he said ‘dark room’. As much as the bright lights hurt her, she didn’t want to be in the dark again.
“Please,” she begged. “No dark room. I promise I’ll be good. I don’t want to be in the dark anymore. Please don’t make me.”
Both of them looked at her but she couldn’t stop herself from spewing out words.
“I’m scared of the dark. Please don’t put me back there. Don’t turn off the lights and leave.”
Tears fell down her face. Anything but a dark room would be better for her, even if it hurt her eyes. She would beg and beg if she’d to. Bonnie would do anything.
Ethan always made fun of her for her fear, but he never left her in darkness. He cared. So much so, he put a nightlight in every house so when it was dark they would automatically come on. It helped her tremendously.
“Calm down,” Angelo softly said. He grabbed her hand and she flinched. She hadn’t had any good human contact since she got here.
“You shouldn’t have told us you were afraid of the dark. What if we were the bad guys and we could use it against you?” Rogan barked. “You need to think before you say things.”
Bonnie gasped. She hadn’t even thought about it that way. No one had ever used anything against her before, so she’d no reason not to tell people the truth.
“Good thing we aren’t the bad guys, though,” Rogan remarked, getting up from his chair.
That was until they found her identity. Bonnie had a feeling once they knew who her brother was, it was going to be game over. Maybe she could avoid telling them and escape before they found out. But she didn’t know what they were going to do with the other guy. They could interrogate him and he could tell them.
“I need to look over your wrists and body for any other cuts I’ve missed, but first we need to clean you up,” Angelo told her. “I’m going to help you take a shower and get everything clean. Then, I’ll patch you up.”
Bonnie looked over at Rogan. She didn’t know how she felt about Angelo helping her take a shower. Was he going to say anything?
She didn’t know why she looked over at Rogan. It wasn’t like they were in a relationship or anything, but maybe it was because he was the boss.
Maybe that was why she looked over at him. Well, that was what Bonnie was telling herself.
“I’ll help her.” Rogan raised his voice. “You need to go look over
Miguel and make sure Lucius hasn’t killed him already.”
She watched as Angelo gave him a weird look and he stayed in his spot.
“I don’t think it’ll take me a long time to help her take a shower and dress her wounds. I bet Lucius has taken good care of Miguel,” Angelo stated, his brow wrinkling as he stared at his boss.
“I said I would do it,” Rogan said through his clenched jaw.
Both of their eyebrows raised as they looked at Rogan. Bonnie was not expecting his vehemence. It shocked her, but at the same time it also calmed her down somehow. She didn’t know why, and she wasn’t going to give it much thought right now.
She looked back at Angelo and saw him raise his hands. “Okay. I’ll go check on Miguel. If her wounds start to bleed again, you know what to do. If it’s bad enough, call me. And no hot showers since she has a concussion.
Don’t need her passing out in the bathroom and hitting her head.”
“Once you’re done with Miguel, just come back,” Rogan said.
Angelo nodded his head, packed up his things, and walked up the stairs.
Bonnie turned back to watch Rogan, waiting for him to do something. He slowly walked toward her and bent down so they were the same height. Was he going to take the cuffs off of her wrists and ankles any time soon?
“Now, you’ll have two options. You can take a lukewarm to cold shower or you can take two baths,” Rogan said.
She so badly wanted to take a bath, especially a bubble bath, but her body was covered in blood. She didn’t want to sit in bloody water. She shivered in disgust.
“Shower,” she whispered.
“Lukewarm to cold,” he repeated. “We don’t want you fainting and hurting yourself even more.”
She nodded her head and groaned in pain. She really needed to stop moving her head so much.
“Gonna have to put a brace around your neck and head to keep it still,” Rogan muttered. “Keep you from hurting yourself.”
Her eyes went wide as she looked at him. Bonnie was not expecting him to say something like that.
“You also need a keeper. Who lets someone sneak into a car? Where is your keeper?” His eyes made contact with hers.
She stayed silent. Ethan wasn’t really her keeper. Sure, he looked out for her and kept her away from everyone he knew, but nothing else.
Rogan blinked several times, almost like he was actually waiting for her to answer his question.
“No one,” she whispered.
He grunted and shook his head. “Need a keeper,” he mumbled. “Desperately.”
Bonnie would be offended, but she knew what he was saying was true. She really did need someone to watch out for her. Definitely not to discipline her, but just to make sure she didn’t do anything stupid like sneaking into someone’s car again.
“Don’t you fucking dare think about running,” Rogan warned. “I’m gonna unlock everything so we can go to the bathroom down here and you can shower.”
She was about to nod her head, but he yelled.
“No nodding!”
“Yes, Sir,” she whispered.
Something in his eyes shifted when she called him Sir. It wasn’t natural for her to say it, but it felt better than using his name or nothing at all.
Rogan grunted and mumbled under his breath as he unlocked the handcuffs around her wrists and ankles. What did he say?
“Come on,” he grunted, once he was finished. “Slowly stand up.”
She closed her eyes and clenched her jaw as her stiff and aching body slowly got up from the chair. Everything hurt ten times worse as she moved.
Maybe she should ask to just sit here in her own blood.
“It’ll get better in time,” Rogan said.
Tears fell down her face as she looked at him. She couldn’t help it, like all those other times. She watched as his jaw clenched.
“You really need to stop fucking crying,” he grumbled. “How do you have any water left in you?”
She didn’t know how. Maybe it was the little water she got a couple of minutes ago?
“It’s just down the hall,” Rogan said.
Bonnie heard him move around. She slowly moved her head and saw him pull a phone out. Who was he going to call this time? Someone to come down and hurt her while she was in the shower?
“Raynar?” he said, then paused. “Could you come downstairs to the basement and clean up some blood and puke?”
She continued to slowly walk down the hallway. She could see an open door to what she thought was the bathroom. She couldn’t wait to take a shower and get everything off of her.
“No body this time. Not a regular thing, just some blood and vomit,” Rogan said. “I know you were about to go home and relax since we don’t have anything for the next couple of days. I’ll make it up to you.”