A startling Text

The Powerful Grasp of Fear

((trigger warning: reference to sexual assault/ rape))

Bonnie woke with a fright several more times that night, though Michael slept beside her peacefully. She decided to wiggle out his welcome embrace to quietly reflect on the threatening text... and to reread the words that had caused her nightmares. 

Grabbing her phone and getting out of the bed, Bonnie walked into the apartment's small kitchen. She turned it on again. She jumped as it suddenly came to life vibrating in her hand again. A bright red screen with a white envelope appeared announcing that she had four unread texts since she had turned it off.  Her finger immediately slipped to click the read button. She kind of wanted to know what more Garthe had to say. 

Garthe Knight to Miss Barstow 11:15 pm: I'm waiting and watching over you. You will never know when or where I will make you mine, but you will be mine. Michael won't be able to save you or to keep you from me.

Garthe Knight To Miss Barstow Midnight: I'm coming for you and my baby. You never know when or where I may strike. I know where you live and I know the company you keep. You'll never be free because the baby deserves a father like me.

Garthe Knight to Miss Barstow 1:10 am: Tick-Tock, Tick-Tock  Every waking moment I learn to hate Michael Knight more for trying to snake his way into my child's life. You shall pay and he will most definately meet my wrath and his death for his offense. 

Garthe Knight to Miss Barstow 2:39 am: Look behind the bushes, look in your dresser, your semi. Look up and down the streets... look everywhere you go but you'll never spot me. I'm coming for you and my child. 

Bonnie felt like she wanted to vomit reading each further threat. The same message came through each time... he was coming for not only her, but the baby as well. 

Clicking out of the messages did nothing to quell the worry raising inside of her.

Then. as if the baby could sense it's mother's distress, it began to flip around in her womb. She placed the phone down on the table and walked into the living-room.

The bile rose in her throat and with the stress and pressure of the threats rising, she took a seat on the floor. Within moments, she finally threw-up. She knew the child wasn't Michael's. It was Garthe's. He had abused her during her captivity, but Michael had stepped up to the challenge. He loved her enough to marry her while she was pregnant with his sworn enemy's child and to claim responsibility for the child. And yes, there were nights where Michael stayed up all night to comfort her when the nightmares became too much for her to handle. He was really one of the biggest blessings Bonnie could have ever asked for.

Now, with the additional threats, the nightmares were slowly taking on a mammoth size and life of their own. 

Michael, having heard Bonnie throwing up, groggily emerged from their room. His eyes widened in fear as he saw the phone on the table and then his wife on the floor. His distress deepened as he noticed how visibly she was shaking.

"Bons? Are you alright?" He sweetly questioned, picking her off of the ground with a ginger hand. "Are you sick? Come, I'll take you to the hospital or the doctors if you are feeling sick," he breathed in suggestion.

"I...I... I'm fine," Bonnie quietly murmured, though she truly felt everything but okay.

"Come on. I'll clean this up after I get you back to bed. I'll make a quick call and i'll rejoin you," he gently offered.

By this time, Bonnie was so sick... so tired.... and so worried, she didn't remember- or maybe, she didn't care to remember that she had left her phone in the other room and it was left on. 

What will happen? Will Michael discover Bonnie's secret? Or will Bonnie continue to live alone in fear? 

((to be further edited at a later date))