When I came too I sat up slowly, pressing the palms of my hands into my eyes. I looked down at my hand and noticed the ring was on my finger. I startled and look towards the floor of the caravan but Lila's body had been moved.

But her blood pooled in crimson already swarming with flies. I felt bile rise in my throat as I leant over the arm of the couch and emptied my stomach onto the linoleum floor. I wiped my mouth on the back of my sleeve and stood up looking down the hallway.

"Jerome where are you?" I waited patiently then surveyed the gruesome scene again. That stupid boy was going to get himself locked up. I walked around the puddle of blood and followed the trail of blood into the kitchenette. Under the kitchen sink was a bucket and a bottle of bleach.

I leant against the bench as the bucket filled with water. My breathing was shaky as I ran my hands through my hair. This boy had me wrapped around his little finger. I rolled up my pant legs and sleeves, there was no point making more work for myself.

I scrubbed the floor trying to remove any sign of guilt until my hands ached. Then I heard the screen door creak open. I looked up to see Jerome with Cicero, the blind fortune teller.

All the anxiety that I'd been building burst form my chest, "I didn't know where you went I wanted to help an-"

Cicero fisted the back of my shirt and dragged me up down onto my knees pressing his cane into my back, "What is she still doing here, I thought I told you to get rid of her?" I looked up with baited breath as my boyfriend cracked a cheeky smile.

That little bastard, "Jerome darling,"

"Shut up," His cane whacked me in the back and I fell forward onto my hands. "She'll turn you in the second you let her go." I screwed up my face at the nerve of the man who dare accuse me, "Women cannot be trusted."

"You know me Jerome, I'd never turn on you," I dropped my head and began to sob begging for my life, "I was trying to protect you from yourself," my lungs heaved in my chest as I tried to gasp for air.

"Shut up Bonnie," He seethed through his teeth, "You've done enough Cicero," His voice was husky and deep, "Please show yourself out."

"You're making a mistake," The old man spat with animosity as he stepped towards Jerome, "You don't know what you're doing."

Jerome grabbed him by his collar and pulled the old man into his chest, "It wasn't a request old man I said get out," And he shoved Cicero out the door before locking it behind him.

JEROMES POV

I turned and looked down at Bonnie who still sat perched on her knees, Her hands were clasped together almost as if she was praying, "Thank you god." I rolled my eyes at her blubbering and helped her up. Always tattling on about God this and God that.

"You know it's not God you should be thanking," I grimaced as she gripped my arms and sobbed into my chest. I'd never hear the end of this if I didn't play doting boyfriend so I held her and let her have her tantrum.

"You stupid, stupid boy" I reached down and grabbed her chin harshly glaring into her red, puffy eyes. Then she kissed him, hard on the mouth and my anger melted. She peppered my cheeks in kisses, "Don't you ever run off and leave me with clean up again I was worried sick."

"Bonnibel," I drawled her name and she stopped her assault, "You have to promise me you won't tell anyone what happened here tonight? Hmm?"

She smiled sweetly, "How do you expect us to get married if we're in prison?"

I held her head against my chest tenderly, "You sure know how to tug on my heartstrings darling," I tugged on one of her blood tattered curls, "I think we need to finish cleaning up in here, we wouldn't want to get caught."

She smiled and pick up the bucket of bloodied water, "Where's your sense of adventure Jerome?"

I took the bucket from her hands and dropped it back down on the ground, "I'll show you my sense of adventure," I picked her up and pinned her against the lounge room.

She laughed with abandon, "Oh you're so bad it's good."