<div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i502.photobucket.com/albums/e423/Jay_Souza/Characters/Bonnie_zpsad8trjij.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/>"<span style="font-style: italic"><span style="font-family: Tahoma;">It's very easy to follow all the rules when you've got it good.</span></span>."</div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: justify;">Bonnie wouldn't insist in staying with Clyde after he had said 'no'. It was worth a shot, though. After all, saying no was the worst thing he could do. She wouldn't tell him what she had done, after all, and he would have nothing on her after they parted ways. A smirk showed on Bonnie's face when Clyde asked what she could pay him back with. <span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #FF80FF">"Pretty much anything you want"</span></span>, the young blonde replied with a wink. <span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #FF80FF">"Clyde"</span></span>, she repeated, after he introduced himself. <span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #FF80FF">"I like the name"</span></span>, Bonnie completed, leaning more comfortably on her seat and sighing.<br/><br/>She had just closed her eyes when the car stopped, and snapped them open when Clyde said he lived alone. <span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #FF80FF">"Good. I really don't need another beating today, let alone from some jealous lady"</span></span>, she murmured, stepping out of the car and following Clyde in. Looking around, Bonnie nodded when Clyde told her to touch nothing. The last thing she wanted was to get on his bad side. She was counting on her ability to convince him to let her stick around for a while, after all. A soft moan escaped Bonnie's lips when Clyde dabbed the wet cloth on her cheek. That couldn't look good, she thought to herself. <span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #FF80FF">"It's all right. Thanks"</span></span>, she replied, feeling a bit better.<br/><br/>Watching as Clyde folded his arms, Bonnie held her breath for a minute. He looked like the kind of guy who could get a girl in a lot of trouble. And she didn't mind it in the least, to be honest. <span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #FF80FF">"He was my ex-husband"</span></span>, she replied just as bluntly. <span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #FF80FF">"Let's say we were just... discussing a few finer points over our divorce"</span></span>. <br/><br/>Cracking open a smile when Clyde said she could stay, Bonnie touched her cheek with a soft spoken curse. That idiot had definitely deserved getting shot. <span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #FF80FF">"I... thanks, Clyde"</span></span>, the girl replied, a clearly surprised intonation in her voice, when Clyde said he would protect her. Nobody had ever said those words to Bonnie, and it was a welcome change of pace. <br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #FF80FF">"Upstairs to the right and the bedroom is beside it. Understood"</span></span>, Bonnie repeated when Clyde gave her directions. His words about not turning left lit a burning curiosity in her. She would obey for now, though. She didn't want to get thrown back outside, and there would be time to work around the rule. <span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #FF80FF">"I will be right back, and I can help out if you want me to. Excuse me"</span></span>.<br/><br/>With these words, she moved towards the stairs and disappeared from sight in a moment. Fighting her curiosity, Bonnie went into the bedroom first - taking in everything with a few gazes while she found a white t-shirt. It was definitely long enough for her to put on and look decent. Smelling it for a moment, Bonnie shook her head and stepped outside the bedroom and into the bathroom. Stripping, she groaned in seeing the bruises on her thorax and upper abdomen. <span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #FF80FF">"Asshole"</span></span>, she muttered under her breath while stepping in a shower. Turning the water to a warm temperature, Bonnie took a long enough shower to soothe her sore muscles. She stepped out feeling a lot better, and dried off before putting on Clyde's shirt and going back down.<br/><br/>She walked up to the counter and rest her back against it, watching while Clyde moved around. <span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #FF80FF">"Do you need any help?"</span></span>, she offered, after watching him for just a few moments. <span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #FF80FF">"You look like you know what you're doing"</span></span>.</div>