A/N: guys, I'm so sorry. for some reason I didn't upload chapter 10 and went straight to 11. Ah. Sorry.

{ Bonnie }

Redhead guy? Really attractive blonde lady? Alone in a room?

Foxy, what the hell are you doing? Bonnie thought as she stormed out of the room, her pulse racing. She walked into Freddy and Gold's room.

The sight she saw took her heart, ripped it out, and beat it with a sledgehammer. Jenny and Foxy were against the wall, lips locked. Bonnie couldn't say anything. Her throat felt like it was being squeezed by a boa constrictor. Her mouth hung open. It felt like someone was pushing against her chest, not allowing her to breathe.

Finally they broke apart and Jenny started to say something. Bonnie's throat opened and she sucked in a gasp of air. The noise caught their attention and they turned towards her.

Foxy's face sagged and his eyes widened. His lips moved for a moment trying to form words.

Jenny, on the other hand, was grinning evilly. Her smile was like a punch to the face. Bonnie was right. Jenny hated her. She was trying to ruin her life. Emotion welled up in her throat and she felt tears sting her eyes.

You can't...

"Bonnie, no, it's not-" Foxy started, but Bonnie didn't want to hear another word out of his mouth. How could he do that?

She turned and bolted out of the room, pushing past teenagers. Bonnie saw Gold lift up his sunglasses and watch her. She shoved Fritz out of the way, who was trying to ask her what happened. As she ran up at the front door, all the emotion erupted out of her mouth at once.

"Cheater!"

She flung the front door open and ran across the driveway, past the two cars, and sprinted in the direction of the park, her guitar slapping against her stomach. Running with it on was awkward and painful, but she didn't want to leave it at the house.

Headlights shined on her from the street. She turned and saw Freddy's truck, Foxy at the wheel, trying to wave her down. She gritted her teeth and sped up. Thinking quickly, she pulled a bobby pin out of her hair. It was a bobby pin she recently started keeping with her for self defense, for one side was sharpened to a point. It wasn't at good as a knife, but she could jab it into someone's eye to get away if need be.

With a bunch of effort, she twisted around, the guitar smacking her hip painfully. She narrowed her eyes against the headlight and threw the bobby pin like a dart. It hit one of the front tires with a satisfing pop, and the air hissed out. Foxy slowed and finally stopped, the truck leaning to one side with the popped tire. Bonnie could hear him cursing loudly and calling out her name, but she didn't look back.

Long after the headlights had faded away, the park came into view. It was deserted aside from a few teenagers having make-out sessions, which made things even easier for Bonnie. She dashed past the couples, who broke apart to watch curiously as the blue-haired girl ran past them. Bonnie finally made it to the biggest tree in the park, which was a few feet into the wooded part of the park.

Since she often climbed the trees in her yard back home, the big tree wasn't terribly difficult to climb. Soon she swung herself up into one of the higher branches. She leaned her back against the huge trunk, her guitar resting on her lower abdomen. She was panting and sobbing at the same time, which was a terrible combination. The sound was like a dying animal.

Hours passed, and eventually Bonnie had no more tears to cry. She just sat in the tree, her face damp with tears, her chest rising and falling, moving her guitar slightly. Eventually sh remembered she had her phone in her pocket, and took it out. When she turned it on, the lockscreen was filled with messages and missed calls.

Missed Calls from Freddy (3)

Missed Calls from Chica (7)

Missed Calls from Gold (2)

Missed Calls from Foxy (12)

Foxy: Baby I'm sorry, where are you?

Foxy: Bonnie please!

Foxy: I swear it isn't what you think!

Chica: Bon, you gotta come back :(

Chica: Bon?

Freddy: Bonnie, where did you go?

Foxy: Babe, please listen to me

Bonnie stopped scrolling through the notifications, put her phone on Do Not Disturb, and turned it off, shoving it back into her pocket. Foxy could call her and text her all he wanted, she was never talking to him again. She would respond to Chica soon, and that was it. Maybe Chica would believe her about Jenny.

At a loss of what to do, Bonnie pulled the guitar up to rest on her thighs and positioned her fingers on the strings. She pulled her favorite purple pick out of her other pocket and strummed an E minor chord, letting out a small sigh as she did so. Her playing slowly picked up and she started strumming complicated riffs, and the riffs became songs. Before she knew it, she was strumming In The End like she had been when she was showing her talent to Ben.

The sadness became anger, and she played harder. The sound echoed through the park, and she heard the teenagers leave. Bonnie struck a wrong string and a harsh note rang out, three strings snapping forcefully. With a sigh of anger, Bonnie set the guitar back on her thighs and put her head in her hands, raking her fingers through her hair.

Her phone buzzed in her pocket. Growling, she pulled the phone out of her pocket. Her pulse slowed a bit when she saw the caller ID: Chica. With a sigh, she answered the phone and put it to her ear. "Hello?" she asked. Her voice was hoarse and quiet from her sobbing.

"Bonnie? Where are you?" Chica's voice came from the other side of the phone, sounding extremely worried.

"I want to be alone."

"Just let Foxy explain what happened, give him a chance."

"No. No more chances. I saw it with my own eyes, he and Jenny were making out."

"They were just-"

"I don't care what they were doing. Jenny is out to get me."

"Jenny? What? She's so nice."

Bonnie scoffed. "Yeah, sure."

"Bonnie, I don't know what you're going on about, but please just come home and listen to Foxy. He's really sorry."

"No, Chica. I'm not going to listen to him. I'm done."

"H-huh? Done with what?"

"You heard me. I'm done with him. It's over."

She hung up the phone angrily, hot tears stinging her eyes. "Screw him," she sobbed, punching the trunk. "Screw him," she repeated over and over as she slammed her fist into the trunk. Her knuckles turned a fiery red and blood dribbled down her hand. She finally put her hand back down on her stomach, the trickling blood leaving small red circular bloodstains on her shirt.

A shaky sigh escaped her mouth and she slumped against the tree, her eyes half-lidded and full of tears. Whenever she nearly fell asleep she would wake herself up again. She got a few winks of sleep, maybe three hours in total. It kept going on like that for hours until morning finally came.