"what the hell is this 'business' you're talking about?" i asked once bonnie and i had entered her room and she had shut her door.
     "sit down please," she said, gesturing towards her bed. this seemed like it would be playful before, but her face fell as she sat down next to me. "i want us to get ash away from you. i wanted to have you next to me because, while i know you think you can't do this and shouldn't do this, i want you to know that you can. i'm not going to do it for you, but i will help to make sure you go through with it. it'll be okay."
     "i-i-i really can't, bonnie. he'll hurt himself and end up dead and it'll all be my fault, and i can't take that kind of guilt for the rest of my life."
     "so you'd rather spend the rest of your life afraid to be anything out of this perfect mold he's trying to shove you into?! this isn't a healthy or loving relationship." bonnie said, her voice raising during the first second, but quieting down after she calmed herself.
     "he's been hurt. he's not trying to hurt me, he's just been through a lot. he's just sad and hurt and i want to help him." i said back. why can't she understand that i only want to help him?
     "he's not 'sad and hurt', he's abusive."
     "he's not abusive. he hasn't even hurt me badly. he hasn't abused me, he's just trying to stop me from being an idiot. it's well intentioned."
     "abuse isn't just physical. he's been mentally and emotionally breaking you. constantly defending yourself, starving yourself, being hit if you disobey, being constantly paranoid, having to answer him immediately out of fear, none of these things are part of a healthy relationship. you can't be happy in this, not truly. you can convince yourself you are, but you need to get out of this situation. i want to do anything i possibly can to help you. you can stay here if you need, we could change your phone number, anything you need."
     warm, salty tears started to fall from my eyes, but i quickly wiped the short streaks and forced my tear ducts to stop producing. i had gotten very good at that over the years. i wasn't sure why i was crying, it's not like i agreed with anything she said, she was just uninformed and didn't understand my relationship. i pushed a small voice out of my head which whispered phrases agreeing with the pink haired girl sitting beside me. it was wrong, i knew that, but it kept coming back, slightly stronger than it was before.
     "marcey, this needs to happen. you'll feel happier soon, i promise. we'll work through this." bonnie stood and walked over to her pastel pink backpack. she unzipped a small front pocket and pulled out my phone, the black and red color scheme completely contradicting everything around it.
     i tried multiple times to swallow the ball in my throat as bonnie put my phone in my hands.
     "i-i-i can't, bo-bonnie. i can't type it out." i paused for a second when the screen on my phone lit up back to life, the only things there were texts, calls, and direct messages from ash. "could you do it for me, i can't." i mumbled, thrusting my phone into bonnie's hands and shrinking into a slouching mess of emotions i hated feeling.
     "what's the password, dear?" she asked, placing a hand on my back.
     "well, um, here." i said quietly, grabbing my phone back from her. i quickly put in my password and then handed the phone back. i may have trusted her to break up with my boyfriend for me, but we haven't reached the point of me giving her my password. i'm not sure i could even say the break up came from a point of trust, mostly just not having another option really.
     "okay. the bastard has been dumped and blocked and the phone is going off. let's find something to do to help get your mind off it." bonnie said, regaining her familiar smile during that last statement.
     "thank you, i'm not sure what i'd do without you."
     "don't mention it, darling."