Heroin and Vodka

Author's note: Ok. This will be the most recent update to this story as I have my exams coming up in May and I will not be able to update the story as frequently as I would like to. Despite that, I'll see if I can squeeze in a chapter here and there. With further ado, let's begin.

Chapter 6

" I wasn't honest with you." Bonnie replied, looking directly into Isaac's eyes. "I came here to hurt her."

Isaac gave her a puzzled look.

"Her? As in, Mae?" Isaac asked.

Bonnie gave a tiny nod.

"Nobody thought to call me?" Asher asked in a dead pan voice.

"It wasn't a party." Micheala replied, rolling her eyes.

"Ok. But I still work in this house too and it feels very mean that you guys don't call me for the cool crap."

Asher spotted Annalise exiting her office.

"Hey. I think I might have screwed up with Bonnie." Asher informed her.

"I know you screwed up with Bonnie. And we're not doing this now." she replied. She spotted the boxes piled up in the living room.

"Let me guess. From Sinclair?" she asked.

"More discovery on the Hapstalls." Laurel replied.

"She's trying to drown us in paper. Frank?" she asked, turning to face him. "When are we going to get the DNA results on Philip?"

"Just about to run down to the lab." Frank replied, raising a sealed plastic bag containing a straw,

"Bonnie would've already been at the lab." Annalise replied.

Nodding, Frank left with Asher.

Annalise called Laurel into her office.

"I need you to be my new Bonnie." Annalise replied as soon as she walked in.

Laurel gave her a perplexed look.

"What happened to the old Bonnie?" she asked, curiously.

"She's out sick." Annalise replied, turning to her desk. " So can you handle it or should I ask Ms. Pratt?"

"No. I'll do whatever you need." Laurel replied.

Her call went to voicemail. Again.

"Bonnie it's me." Annalise replied, softly. "I'll give you space if that's what you need, but…. You know me…"

"I screw up… And I'm here when your'e ready."

Bonnie listened to the voicemail, tears in her eyes. Frustrated, she brushed the tears away furiously.

What does she know? she thought, bitterly. She exposed me.

Isaac walked into the office.

"Sorry for the interruption, Julie. I usually don't get mail at this time." he replied with a chuckle. He sat down on the couch right next to her. His expression turned serious once again.

"What does that mean?" he asked, seriously. "That you came here to hurt her?"

Bonnie sighed.

"Julie, you understand its my duty to report if your'e a danger to yourself or others." Isaac replied, gravely.

"I didn't do anything to her. That's not what I meant." Bonnie replied.

"What was it that happened between you two that night?" he asked softly.

"Does it matter?" she asked.

"Of course it does." Isaac replied. "Come on. Talk to me."

"Maybe I just made it all up." Bonnie replied. " That we were the same. We were both abused. We both lost babies…but maybe that's what messed us up too. She wanted a child. And I wanted to be what she wanted…."

"Is that what you tried to be for her? Her child?" he asked.

"No." Bonnie replied, with a slight shake of her head. "That's not just what our relationship was about."

"What was it about then?" Isaac asked.

"Its time to break out the boobs again." Annalise told Micheala as she walked into her house. "Go to the mansion and convince him not to take the deal."

"On it." Micheala replied.

"What if he's guilty though?" Wes piped in.

"He's not guilty." Micheala replied.

"Then why else is he even considering it?" Wes countered.

"Innocent people take bad plea deals all the time." Annalise cut in. "Go. Make me proud." She replied, turning to Micheala.

"Tell me a good memory about Mae." Isaac cut in, interrupting her

Bonnie looked up at her. There was a slight frown on her face.

"Why would you ask me that?"

"To remind you that all those years with Mae weren't all that bad." Isaac replied.

"Of course they weren't." Bonnie replied.

"But you're beating yourself up for connecting with her in the first place." Isaac countered. "You understand why she behaves the way she does. It's what bonded you two in the first place."

Bonnie sighed.

"How is this supposed to help me right now?" Bonnie asked skeptically.

"You came to therapy to get over Mae. Not to hurt her." Isaac replied.

"Its not true." She replied, with a shake of her head.

"I think it is." Isaac replied. "I think you're a much more emotionally aware person than you give yourself credit for.

"So stop getting me to visit the good times I had with her. That's not helpful right now." she replied. "Just like it wouldn't help me to revisit the good times I had with my father."

"Now those are two completely different relationships." Isaac replied softly.

"Both were abusive." Bonnie replied. " After all that's the reason why I let her into my life. I was so desperate for someone who wouldn't rape me that I took what I could get and that's not love. That's…trauma. And that is what you should be telling me right now. That I'm right to hate her, that I'm right in wanting to hurt her."

"Your'e justified in feeling betrayed. I'm with you on that." Isaac replied softly.

"Then stop this, please." she replied. "Because I can't stand another person being on her side right now. She betrayed my trust. My deepest, darkest thoughts. She revealed them. And for what….for her own selfish reasons… to win a case?!" she shrieked.

Isaac was silent for a few moments as he allowed her to cool off.

"She threw me under the bus. I mean, how could she?" Bonnie sobbed, tears rolling down her eyes. "After all these years…" she trailed off.

"Have you perhaps considered that she might not have had a choice u=in the matter? That perhaps she had no other card left to play?" Isaac asked softly.

"She had other cards. She just sold me out. Like I was nothing. That's why I told her to die. She doesn't understand me. She doesn't understand anyone. She doesn't know how to love someone. She's manipulative and narcissistic…and I wish…I-I wish I had never let her into my life."

Isaac was silent for a few moments before he replied.

"I think you need to cool off for a while, Julie. Maybe we can begin on this note, for our next session?" Isaac asked.

Bonnie nodded.

Bonnie had just exited Isaac's premises when her phone beeped. Fishing it out of her bag, she noticed that it was a voicemail from Asher. She had been ignoring calls from the others recently as she had been too out of it to respond. But this voicemail felt different. Asher had never tried to contact her this late. She clicked on the voicemail and put the phone to her ears.

"Bon, its me Asher. I-I messed up, real bad…." Asher's voice came out in a sob on the other end.

Bonnie's blood froze.

"Its Sinclair. I-I ran her over."

Author's note: There you go guys. Obviously Isaac is not going to able to figure out Bonnie's identity so easily. That's something I altered here. Anyways, the big night has finally arrived—Murder Night 2.0. And lets just say, things will be getting pretty spicy from here on out.