she called child services.
even though i wasn't much of a child.
apparently Bonnie couldn't keep her nose out of my fucking business.

"why the fuck would you do that?"
i was yelling although i hadn't meant to but it wasn't her place.
we weren't dating, we were barely friends.

"i care about you, Clyde."

i didn't want her to care anymore
because caring led to feelings and with Bonnie, feelings led to a fucking chest ache. even though i was having difficulty seeing through my left eye and the stench of blood was slowly overcoming me, her caring left more of a sting.

"here's a better idea, the next time you wanna 'care about me,' fucking don't."