I'm Never The One | Bamon

Chapter 21: 'Liar Liar'

BONNIE KNOWS THAT SHE'S STILL YOUNG AND TO A CERTAIN EXTENT, NAIVE. SHE HAS YET TO LEARN THAT YOU CAN ONLY KNOW TRUE PAIN OR SUFFERING WHEN YOU SEE IT FOR YOURSELF, NOT IN HISTORY CLASS BUT IN REAL TIME

The image of her ancestor swinging from the end of a rope and being burnt alive hasn't left her mind as she treks home on her cold bare feet.

When she reaches her home she sees the front door wide open and runs into the home that isn't as warm as she'd hoped.

After a quick look around, she closes the door when she realises that she's just freaking herself out then rushes upstairs.

Turning on her cellphone that is still charging, the time reads,

7:45 a.m

Shit...

Rushing to the bathroom, she tries to get ready for the day.

Having no choice, but to have a cold shower due to how late she is, her day is somehow getting worse than it already was at the start of it. No amount of scrubbing can rid her of all the memories that she is now plagued with.

She still can't believe what she's seen, unwilling to believe that such betrayal could exist in the world, especially not by a person who was supposed to cherish and protect their 'love'.

At this point nothing should shake her up this much, but it does. There is a part of her optimistic heart that will always give the benefit of the doubt, that believes the glass to be half full and always sees the best in others.

Perhaps she should break the habit, look where it's gotten her.

She slips on a comfortable combo of loose jeans, converse and a flowy top.

By the time she's in the car and speeding to school, she realises that the necklace that she gave away is still in her possession, therefore it's no longer in his.

Not good.

When she drives into the parking lot, it's practically abandoned as the rest of the student body is settling in for first period.

Checking her review mirror, she immediately frowns when she sees how drained and well...dead she looks. Her eyes seem lifeless and sunken with a lack of a good night's sleep.

Taking off the necklace, she fiddles with it in her hand, she still fails to see the value in it and why it's so important to keep it out of the wrong hands.

"I'm so sorry, Emily." She whispers to the symbolic representation of the person she wishes to show sympathy towards. Not that it would help much. What's done is done, she can't change the past no matter how much she wants to.

Putting the jewellery away in the glove compartment, she gets out of her car and half jogs to class.

Her sneakers squeak as she shuffles to History, footsteps that are also running late follow behind her, as if she isn't having the worst Monday morning of all time, she almost trips as she skids on the smooth freshly mopped school floors.

"Easy, 'you okay there?"

Older male hands hover over her shoulders as if ready to catch her from the fall she just managed to pause.

"Yeah, I'm good. 'Just didn't look where I was going-stupid."

"It happens to the best of us, don't beat yourself up."

They take the same turn into the next hall.

"Do you take history?"

"Yeah." She answers stiffly, before finally looking up at who she's talking to, she can't imagine what this pretty good looking late twenty-something year old is doing cruising these high school halls.