A/N So I started this idea from my story A WICKED GAME. From my dark mind; It follows an incident in that story, but it isn't going to follow that story. I just take the incident, and give it its own fic, different storyline, same premise. If you enjoy it, please write a review for continuance.

*I DO NOT OWN THESE CHARACTERS

*UNBETA'd

His muse

She loved him for reason she couldn't bear to understand. Her life with him was a rollercoaster, but she was so used to it. She looked to him for guidance most of the time, when she was unsure of what to do. In her mind, she thought about leaving. She wanted to leave. She was more afraid of what it would mean for her if she did though. She had no one without him. Except Mona. Mona was the daughter they had together. He often used Mona to get her to stick around, he threatened Bonnie with taking Mona. She was okay with the idea of losing him, but not losing Mona.

"We have a thing to attend tonight."

"A thing?"

"Gala, Fine arts convention in LA."

"I can't go. I don't have a sitter for Mona."

"She can stay with the neighbor."

"Kai, no she can't. That lady is old and can barely hear."

"So, what? Now we can't go to this function, are we going to keep getting held back because of-"

"Because of our daughter? Yes. That is what happens when you become a parent."

"Damnit Bonnie!"

"Just go without me. Okay, go and have fun, because I know you want to anyways. Besides, you deserve this night. So much hard work you have put into your upcoming series. I am absolutely proud of you."

"Thank you Baby. You have definitely made this possible. Giving up your career to be my inspiration, my muse."

"Yeah." She said, with a half-hearted smile.

Bonnie was a model. WAS! Key word. Her life was amazing, she traveled, and mingled, and partied, and lived a fulfilled life. It wasn't her dream job, but it was a fun job. Then she got swept off of her feet into a passionate, type rendezvous with exhibitionist, and artist Kai Parker.

She fell in love with his passion. The way Kai viewed the world, made Bonnie see the dim light she held to his candle of life. His mind was filled with everything grey. Kai was the in-between, the idea of possibilities. There was no absolute in his life, except for Bonnie. The world was a place that acknowledged Kai's art, and not so Kai. He wanted every untold story told, every focal point blurred. She loved his attention to detail in his paintings. The way he made diminutive things grand. That was Kai. He was passionate about his craft. Most would say more than anything in his life. Then he met Bonnie, and became passionate about her. So much so, he rarely let her out of his site. Her modeling career back-peddled to his artistic view. She became his muse. Everything he did, involved her. She was a reflection of his art.

Unfortunately, she became the brunt end of his artistic emotion.

Like a true artist, he was tortured and pained. He was afflicted by his demons. His outlet was his art. She became his art. His series of photos tend to be photos of Bonnie. The pain he felt emotionally, became the pain she felt physically. His series was big in Europe. He had yet to make a noticeable mention in the American Art circuit. European Art took more risks, there was less politically correctness. He would die trying to become a famous American artist though.

-An hour later -

"Have I ever told you how much I love you today?"

"Yes. But maybe you should tell our daughter. She doesn't hear it enough."

"MONA!" He called out to her. "Hey my little angel. Did you know daddy loves you very much?"

The little girl smiles. "I do, I love you and mommy very much." He looks at his girlfriend with hazed eyes. Part of him understands the reason Bonnie looks at him with pain in her eyes, the other part, believes her pain is just a mere expression of her soul baring itself, unconsciously.

"I need to take a mental picture of you right now. Actually stay right there babe. Don't move."

He runs and grabs one of his cameras. Points it at her from the side of her, snapping the picture of a mother, looking lost, at her adoringly, happy child, who will never understand the pain she hides.

"Damnit Bonnie, you can't help but to always be a picture of perfection for me."

Kai kisses Bonnie, and she half kisses back, and he leaves for the Gala.

"Hey baby girl, let's pic a Pixar movie to watch."

"Let's see, Toy Story, Inside Out, Incredibles, or Brave?"

"Super, supers. Mama!"

"Okay, Incredibles it is." Mona liked calling the Incredibles movies, Supers, because the characters were super heroes.

"Let's see what topping for our popcorn, Caramel, chocolate, or nacho cheese?"

"Shocklet!"

Bonnie laughs. The innocence of her daughter is the bright spot in her day. The sun to her flower, the water to her un-nurtured garden.

They pop the popcorn a, sit on the couch in the family room and watch the movie. The condo they live in is still the size for a couple without kids. Bonnie begs Kai to get a bigger place so their daughter has more room to play and live. She can't even go outside, because they have a balcony on the 20th floor. But he is gone so much, that its mostly just Bonnie and Mona at home anyway.

Kai may not let Bonnie out of sight very often, but he sure doesn't mind leaving her home alone, while he mixes and mingles. Not to mention the times that Bonnie is unable to leave the house because she has to wait until her bruises fade, or her cuts heal.

The two girls fall asleep watching the movie. A drunk Kai comes stumbling in around 3 am. He doesn't handle his liquor so well after 2 am, and Bonnie doesn't choose to deal with him. She feigns being sleep. She refuses to let him know she is awake.

"Bonnie? Bonnie?"

She is still faking it.

Kai walks up to shake her shoulder," B-B-Bonnie!" He says stumbling over words an spitting at the same time.

"BONNIE"

"Kai, "She whispers. "Go to bed you are going to wake up Mo. Get out of here."

"Come to bed with me."

"No. I can't leave Mona here on the couch alone, and I can't wake her up because she will have a hard time getting back to sleep."

"I'm Horny though."

"Okay, go ahead and give yourself a stranger in the bathroom. And keep it down, please. We are trying to sleep."

"He looks at her rolling his eyes. Bonnie, I'm being very patient. Get up. Let's go."

"Kai, seriously? Not tonight."

"Bonnie, if you don't get up, I am going to flip my lid, and Mona will wake up. And you will be wishing you came to the room when I asked."

"Gotdamn you Kai."

"Save it for the bedroom baby."

She gets up, and follows him to the bedroom. "Hurry up Kai, before Mo falls off of the couch."

"Shut up." He says.

"Don't talk to me that way."

"Take your clothes off."

She takes her clothes off. "You are so beautiful baby. My inspiration. My everything. Come here. Let me love on you."

She shuffles over to him. She's annoyed and wants no parts of his drunk hands on her body.

He's a pervert when he's drunk. He's gropey and grabby. And Aggressive.

Before she can say anything he's pounding into her from the back. She buries her head into the pillow to keep from screaming and waking Mona. He'll be quick, she knows it. They haven't had sex in two weeks, he should cum quickly she thought. She was wrong. He pounded into her for over an hour, and then collapsed. She pushed him off of her, and went to the bathroom to clean her body up quickly. She opened the Medicine cabinet and took a Percocet, knowing she had to wake up in 4 hours, and that she would be in pain from Kai's rough technique. She wanted to get back to Mona before she woke up. She made it to her just in time. She grabs her daughter and they snuggle on the couch again. Bonnie cries herself to sleep, because this is the only time she can cry. When Mona is sleep and Kai is drunk.