Societies Misfits (Completed)

Chapter Ten

Nauseated is a feeling you could describe how I feel right now as Jackson turns the corner and we enter the neighborhood where mom and I live. The houses all look so far away and plain as we inch closer and closer to my house. From a distance, I can see a police car parked outside my house and my heart completely sinks.

"I knew it" I turn to Jackson with a concerned look.

He looks at me just as concerned "It will be ok Bridget, remember what I told you" he says squeezing my hand.

I can see Clair and Brent sitting outside my house on the front porch both on their phones.

"Jeez they must have been questioned too," Jackson says parking the car in the driveway.

Both Clair and Brent look up from their phone and walk to the car in unison and I mentally prepare myself for a whirlwind of questions but instead, Clair just opens the door and hugs me tight to the point where I feel like a small girl like her could actually break all of my rips. I step out of the car and exhale slightly as I see mom coming outside.

"I'll let you get to it," Jackson's says half smiling.

"I'll go home and get the toolbox to fix your flat tire," He says as he reverses out of the driveway and I nod as he drives away into the mist.

"Bridget sweetie," Mom says in her what I call 'Adult voice' you know that voice you're parents use why they are around others adults, but I laugh a little at the sound of her voice because she sounds like a Cher impersonator.

Clair grabs my hand and we follow Brent onto the Porch where mom is standing.

"The police are here to ask you a few questions," She says quietly as I look behind her and see a female and male police officer sitting on the couch. One is sipping a mug of some sort of beverage while the other has a notebook in hand and is writing what I assume was Clair and Brent's statement.

"Clair and Brent just had to make a statement of last nights events Bridget and now it's your turn," She says trying to sound as welcoming as possible once she walks inside.

I walk slowly over to the white couch while ever so careful recalling last nights events as they unfolded in my head.

"Hi you must be Bridget," The female police officer says

"I'm blah blah and this is blah blah," She says warmly and I just stand there nodding awkwardly not hearing a word she has just said to me.

"Take a seat," The male officer says pointing to a seat placed in the middle and I feel like I'm being integrated as I watch Brent, Clair and mom all sit down next to the officers while I'm placed awkwardly staring all at them in the center of the room.

"As you may know two of your Classmates Sean Cook and Piper Cannon was killed tragically last night driving from your party is that correct" I nod

"Speak up," The male ass hole says

"Yes," I say pissed off at the male officer

"Ok so what we want you to do Bridget is just recount the events of your house party last night and tell us any small details from the time guests started arriving to the time everyone left and Inbetween" The female officer smiles kindly

Deep breath Bridget I tell myself as I play out the conversation Jackson and I had back in his pickup truck

"Remember to be honest but not too honest," Jackson says as he stops at the a the stop sign and looks both ways before continuing.

"What is that suppose to mean? Like tell them the half truth or leave out details or..."

"No what I mean is just tell them what you saw from the night and leave out the personal things," He says and I blush

"What kind of personal things," I say testing the waters

"Whatever is personal to you, Like I guess you don't need to include getting dressed right because what good is that information, " He says and he sounds like he is experienced in this field

"How do you know so much about this," I say to him and he just ignores my comment.

"Bridget," The female officer says pulling me back to reality

"Oh yes right, sorry! So the night started with me getting ready for the big house party" I say and The male officer starts writing at a very fast speed and it distracts me a little bit but I try to ignore it as I stare at the clock behind the bald-headed rat you can a man.

"Brent and Clair were the first to arrive and Clair came upstairs to do her makeup while Brent stayed downstairs to set up the party decorations," I say rushing it a bit

"Do you want specific times?" I say confusedly trying to buy time as I ironically get that idea from looking at the clock.

"Yes that would be helpful," She says smiling at me

"Around 8ish the first of the party guests started to arrive, but most of the people came just after nine," I say trying to recall from what I can remember but my mind is focusing on too many things. From the clock ticking in the background to Clair bitting her nails, it's distracting me. Plus the male officers writing is impossible to read from where I'm sitting and I'm scared he's judging me.

"I walked down those stairs at 9:15 to enter into the crowd of party guests," I say pointing and the male police officer looks up

"We have already covered this with those two," he says pointing to Clair and Brent.

The female police officer whispers something in his ear but from where I'm sitting all I can make out the word "She"

"Continue on Bridget," The female officers says picking up a mug of very milky tea

"So after walking down the stairs I just mingle with the guests for a bit then we all gather around in the kitchen to sing me happy birthday" I say leaving out the personal details like Jackson told me, which is obviously him giving me the necklace since I don't find that part important to the story.

"Was there any alcohol available in the house?" The male officer says

"Well yes a couple kegs but I'm not sure who purchased them"

"And you were all illegally drinking underage?" He says looking up a little bit and smiling with his yellow teeth

"I mean yes some people drank but I can't control what's coming in and out," I said defending myself

"But you drank and let other people drink to is that correct?" He says

"How was I meant to stop ninety people from consuming alcohol, " I say trying to remain as calm and collected as possible

The female officer takes over and I explain to her the rest of the night from playing that stupid game of spin the bottle in the games room and falling asleep in the basement.

"And what time did you wake up"

"Around 3 maybe for I can't remember but I woke up to go get a glass of water," I say dodging start past the whole glass in feet dream.

"I walked upstairs and got a glass of water from the kitchen then I wasn't really tired anymore so I made a cup of green tea and will I was waiting I sat on this couch" I patted the couch with my shoe.

"And when I was waiting here I think I heard a noise from behind the couch so I turned around and saw Sean and Piper cuddling on the floor together and both asleep"

This part I was dreading the most to tell because this is the only thing I've been thinking about all morning

"And.." I begin to say but start crying.

"It's ok Bridget, take your time," The female officers says handing me a tissue

I wipe my tears and continue "And I decided to wake Sean up and tell him that it was late and that maybe they should head home, so he woke up Piper and I walked them to the door where I offered to Sean that I could call an Uber for the both of them if he was too drunk to drive but he said he was sober enough to drive which I believed him"

"Do you know how many drinks the two of he consumed combined?" The male officer says it a tame tone.

"Maybe 6 all up but I know Piper had the most," I say recalling seeing Piper always running back to the drink table and refilling

"Anything else," He says and I shake my head

"Well if remember anything else from the night please call the station immediately," He says handing me a card. The two police officers stand up and my mom walks them to the door while I still remain sitting staring at the clock.

"Are you ok Bridget?" Brent says to me

"Yeah I just need some sleep, tell mom I'm going to bed," I say walking sluggishly up the stairs and into my bedroom.

I look through the layers of sheets and find the envelope where I left it earlier today and I tuck it under my pillow and doze off to sleep.

Slow and shallow breathing is all I hear as emerge from my sleep. I sit up straight and look around the room for the noise. Under my bed? No, in my closet? No, The sound becomes louder and louder and I march over to my bathroom and swing open the door.

Silence

I feel calmness as I enter the room full of my favorite childhood toys laid out on the sink. My teddies and Barbie dolls are all lined up towards the sink. The man in the black cloak emerges from the shadows with my mother as she weeps in fear and he points a gun straight towards her scalp.

"Pick one, Bridget," He says in a deep voice.

"Wha... What are you talking about" I stand in fear as I watch the tip of the gun edge deeper into my mom's scalp every inch getting closer and closer to his finger pulling a trigger.

"You're a smart girl Lovey, PICK ONE" He shouts and turns his full attention to my toys on top of the sink as Cassandra barges in with a rifle in her hand.

I step closer to the teddies and notice that they have all one eye missing, I look around in fear

"Pick one or your mother will Join them in the one-eyed squad," The maid says cackling

I grab my flat iron from the sink and stab it into Cassandra's stomach and she falls to the floor. I run downstairs tripping over my feet and I run and hide in my mom's office. I fall to my knees as the door to my bedrooms hits the wall upstairs and I hear foot's steps coming down the stairs. I climb up the bookshelf and grab onto the safe willing to throw it at anyone that comes inside.

"Come out Bridget," My mom says

"Mom?" I drop to the floor and open the door as The man in the black cloak pulls the trigger

BANG!

SM...

I wake up and grab my notebook from inside my drawers and jot down everything I experienced in this very odd and very traumatizing dream. I feel like I am in a constant time loop but not in reality but inside my head. The thing is I use to have a great big fear of stuffed teddy bears, To the point where if I would see one at the mall I would fall to the ground and curl up into a ball. I eventually grew out of that by the age of six.

I write down everything and place the notebook back inside my drawer.

Outside my window, it is pitch black and I swipe my hand awkwardly on my bed trying to find my phone. I found it charging on my side table and turn it on to see the time.

8:48 pm

"Wow its still early," I say to myself in my head as I get out of bed and walk downstairs

No surprise to see Cassandra still hear unloading the dishwasher. I don't even bother waving hello as from the kitchen I can see my moms office light on and I walk straight in

"Hello mother," I say rubbing my tired eyes

"Ah Bridget just the person I was looking for," She says like I am one of her colleagues

"Nice office," I say pretending like I've never stepped foot in here before which clearly I have but mom doesn't know that.

"Oh yeah, I forgot you rarely come in here. I remember you use to come in here all the time before you became too popular" She says as she types away on her laptop and from the glare which it refelts from the bay window I can see her answering emails.

"I only used to come in here before we had a fireplace in the house because this room use to get the most sun," I say to her.

Mind you before this room wasn't always her office space it used to be my playroom where Clair and I use to sit for hours and play with this huge Barbie doll house. But that was when we were like nine.

"Why did you say that I was the person you were looking," I say looking a little scared but trying my best to hide it. I've never heard my mom really talk like this to me before so I my mind I think maybe I'm still dreaming and I'm waiting for the main in the black cloak to break throw the window and kill us.

"Just sit down," She says eyeing a black leather chair which matches her leather computer chair. That chair she is telling me to sit on wasn't there yesterday when I got locked inside her office which is a little weird but not the to see knew furniture randomly popping up inside my house.

"Don't tell me its more bad news," I say as I lower my whole body into the chair

"Its actually great news," She says as she finishes typing an email.

"So the police suggested that you should see a counselor," She says getting all serious

"But I'm not crazy," I say getting defensive

"You don't have to be crazy to see a counselor. The police yesterday suggest that all of you see one so you can talk to a professional about your feelings.

"I don't need to talk through anything," I say barely making the words come out under that huge lump in my throat.

"Look I know its been a very hard and tough day but I think if you just talk to someone it may help you a little," She says smiling

"Talking to someone won't bring pack Sean and Piper," I say feeling the bile inching closer in my throat

I stare at the metal safe atop of the shelf and am reminded of the envelope tucked under my pillow, and I decided at that moment to agree to go to that stupid counselor so I can ultimately leave this office and run upstairs to read whats inside this envelope.

"Fine, I will go," I say and my mom looks at me surprised on her easy it was to convince me.

Little did she know I had a plan.

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