Societies Misfits (Completed)

Chapter Seventeen

My life is a lie, but my mother is a liar.

That's all I kept saying as I ran over and hugged mom as one million thoughts run through my head at this very moment. Maybe she is just too drunk and mad the part about killing him all up.

I begin trembling as I release from holding mom and I walk to sit down again feeling the tingling feeling of dizziness fill all of my body.

From my head to my shoulders right to my toes everything about this filling was odd to me. I know how fainting feels but this didn't feel like fainting. Maybe it was apart of me trying to hold it together and not lose it at her or apart of me that was telling me to just break down and cry.

But I can't I need answers and I need to hear them now. I steady myself on the chair clucking the bottom of the seat wanting to dig my nails in something other than my palms.

"Mom this is obviously so crazy to hear and I'm still digesting it all but I'm not upset at you at all if that's what you think, I'm upset at myself for believing that my dad was such a good guy," I say and my voice comes out in a crack

She grabs a tissue from her pocket and blows into it.

"That was probably the hardest thing I've ever had to say," She says folding the tissue and wiping her tears

"You know when you've tried to keep it together for all these years and finally you get to realise it all it feels good but also while telling you that I was just reliving that whole moment all over again," She says getting up from the table and walking over to the kitchen sink to fill up two glasses of water.

She walks over and heads me a glass and she sits to the right of me.

"I think I'm ready to finish this story and put this chapter behind me," She says taking a big sip of water.

"Only if you want to hear it," She says turning to me and grabbing my hand and I nod ready for this whole day to be over with.

"Ok so after you're father killing that man he told me we had to make it look like a suicide so we wouldn't get caught so I looked around his house for a safe and when I found it in his office it was already unlocked and inside the gun was in there."

"So I picked it up with the gloves Richard told me to put on so there wouldn't be any fingerprints on them and carefully picked up the gun and took it to Richard."

"Richard grabbed it from me and placed the gun in the guy's hands while I untied the man and we carefully placed him on the floor," She says looking at me with so much regret and fear in her eyes.

"The craziest part was how Richard acted when we were trying to make it look like a suicide. He told me so many things like he's almost done this person and it petrified me to death"

I look at her with pity. I could never imagine watching someone gets shot right in front of your eyes than the shooter makes it look like its a suicide.

"After the whole fiasco, my life forever changed," She tells me

"Your father and I both walked to the nearest cliff and threw the evidence of the cliff"

"I will never forget his face when he told me that if I ever told anyone of this that he would have me killed"

"That's when I knew that was pure evil"

"Did you leave after that happened?" I say hoping I'm right

"Not exactly... I stayed for the week which he had planned to do because I was too scared to leave not knowing if he who track me down and kill me and one night I had a little too much to drink and we slept together" She says exhaling and watching the candle flicker.

"I used to think that was the worst mistake I could have ever done until a month later I took a pregnancy test since I missed my period and long and behold I was pregnant with you," She says staring at me and I can't read her face.

"I waited a month after that to tell your father but I just couldn't do it. I couldn't bring up a child in such with such an evil person" She says resting her chin on her hands.

"So I took all the money he got from all the times he robbed people and I ran as far as I could to the other side of the country," She says breathing heavily

I stop for a second and think back to finding the letter inside the safe full of money thinking it was weird that it wasn't in a bank or something.

"I know what your thinking Bridget" She says looking up from her hands.

"Yes the money in the safe is all his"

I can't even bother being angry so I ask her a simple question.

"How much money mom did you actually steal," I say getting scared and she looks up as if shes took scared to admit it but she does.

"1.2 Million dollars," She says covering her face with her hands and I just stare at the wall in front of me.

"The thing is one day I knew he would find me and eventually kill me no matter how long it took" She says sitting up and cracking her neck.

I am taken aback by her comment. Is he going to come here and kill us and then it hits me?

"Mom in my dreams I've had this reacurring dream eversince I was little that this man was going to break into our house and kill you," I say on the verge of crying

she looks at me and the whole room stops

"Me too"

"You what," I say standing up feeling scared I just want to run and hide

"Sit down Bridget," She says raising her voice a little and I listen

"The last part of the story is I'm psychic"

You have to be joking me I think to myself

"Now you just are sounding crazy and drunk," I say wanting to just go to bed and sleep for the rest of my life.

"Really?" She says suddenly sounding standoffish

"Test me why don't you. Ask me anything" She says sitting up straight

I get a little scared by the way she is acting but I give it a shot.

There are some many things I want to test her on from Jackson who I can see myself spending my whole life with but I just sit there too scared to ask anything.

I skip over all the questions that I'm thinking and ask her the only question that's been playing on my mind and you don't have to be psychic to answer this.

"Why don't you smile in any of the photos we've taken together" I say swishing my water around in my cup.

She stops to think and answers.

"Because I'm afraid to be happy." She says and continues

"Because that one moment one I smile and be happy I know that won't last" She quickly says changing the subject and going onto something completely different and unexpected.

"Well for one Clair isn't pregnant so you and her don't have to worry," She says and my eyes almost bulged out of my skull

"What did you just say?" I look at her not believing my ears.

"Oh and that time you lied to me and said you had to study with Clair but you went to that concert," She says sipping on her water.

"Oh and even better at Piper and Sean's funeral you imagined saying a eulogy but you just stood there not saying anything," She says looking with hungry eyes

"And not to mention.." She begins

"Just STOP!" I say raising my voice.

"Please, mom just stop," I say collapsing on the dining room floor and crying into my hands.

"Please just stop ok," I say and my voice comes out all horsey

"Bridget I'm so sorry," she says getting up from her chair and joining me on the ground.

"Just please fuckin leave me alone you're a f*****g psychopath, ok I can't take this anymore just leave me in alone," I say giving her the most disgusted and evil look I can ever give her.

I make a run for it while she is focusing on the floor and bolt it to the front door and grab my car keys along the way.

"Where are you going" She screams out from the dining room.

I turn around and stare blankly at her.

"Away from you"

I slam the front door shut almost pushing it off its hinges and I make my way to my BMW.

I begin reversing it when a car pulls into the driveway and I lock my doors and freeze.

"Bridget stop!" Jackson says blocking me from getting out

"I open my door and run into his arms"

"I need to get away, I need to go now I can't be here," I say rushing my sentence

"Okay Bridget slow down," he says kissing my forehead

"Just hop in my car I will be right back," He says walking towards my house and I almost wonder what he's going to do but I couldn't care less so I turn up the music and close my eyes.

When I open my eyes Jackson is driving the pickup truck with the music on the lowest setting.

"Where are you taking me," I say sitting up half disoriented

"To cool off at my house," He says keeping his voice calm and his eyes on the road

I lay my head back down and tell him

"Wake me up when we're there," I say about to close my eyes when he says

"We already are," He says stopping the truck

I lift my head up and look at a plain brick house in the middle of nowhere with the furthest neighbor being a gas station

"You live here?" I say unbuckling my seatbelt

He smiles and looks at me

"What did you expect." He says winking and I suddenly feel all my worries slowly washing away

"I expected... Well this I guess" I say as he steps out of the car and walks over to my side to open the door

"M'lady," he says bowing as if I'm a queen and I step out onto the wet dirt

"Thank god I didn't wear my expensive shoes" I whisper under my breath as the mud ruins my white sneakers as we make it up onto the small porch which the porch light is still on but barely doing a thing apart from flickering on and off every second.

I stop myself before going in

"Are you sure this is your place, you didn't need a key to open it?" I say getting flashbacks of mom and my dad breaking into a mansion with ease

"Its right here," He says revealing it in his other hand and he smirks

Inside its pretty dark and quiet from the eye can see but smells almost like nothing. Like there is no smell of any recent meals that have been cooked or even if I fire has been on, it just smells new"

"Do your parents own this place?" I say ask I follow him up the stairs

He turns around still walking and says

"You could say that"

From what I can tell there are three rooms upstairs. His room, His parents and it could be another bedroom or a bathroom but I don't have a chance to really review it more as he opens his room and a small purple light fills my eyes.

His room has shelves upon shelves of what looks like junk. He turns the light on and I notice that the junk is gold and silver medals and trophies.

"Wow Jackson is this your room," I say staring at the wall behind his bed filled with trophies

"Yeah," He says sitting on the bed while I stare at all his trophies. From one that says Congrats on coming first place in the 2011 spelling bee and other says won that says third place in a diving contest.

"Are these trophies all yours?" I say slightly impressed

"Those haha Nah I'm not that talented," He says getting up and looking at them to

"Then whose are they," I say turning around confused

"Well for starters to make my room look cooler for people I bought a tun of the trophies off of the internet" He stops and picks one up

"Touch it its only plastic," He says and before I can touch it he drops it to the ground and it bounces a little then stops

"Wait so you just bought these for show?" I say looking down and the trophy on the floor

He picks it up off of the floor and places it on the shelf

"Not all off the internet some of them I've found in the trash or in the junkyard back home," He says walking and turning off the purple lava lamp that was making his room light up a purple hue

"That sounds about right," I say sitting on the edge of his bed not wanting to mess up his surprisingly neat room.

His room is painted a dark blue which a plain jane wooden floor. He has red shelves across the whole on his bed depicting all his fake trophies and his bed is facing a desk with a laptop and pulls covering up most of his desk.

I walk over and begin reading some of the book titles out loud

"Hunger Games, The fault in our stars, Harry Potter" I turn to him smiling

"Wow you must really love books," I say and he smiles

"I used to read a lot but now I've become too busy," He says moving catching fire which was placed on the fault in our stars towards the hunger games pile.

I glance around the rest of his room and see a white pair of Calvin Klein underwear on the floor and Jackson follows my gaze and quickly throw it under his bed.

"Sorry," He says sitting on his bed.

I follow him and seat towards the edge of his bed, not wanting to get too comfortable

"So," I say not wanting to make it awkward.

"Are like your parents home or something?" I say and he raises an eyebrow

"Omg now I didn't mean it like that I just didn't want to be too loud," I say and he raises both his eyebrows now

"Ew nevermind I just won't talk" I not trying to be dirty at all but it's coming out that way

He scoots closer to me and I can feel his leather jacket touch my wrist

"My parents aren't home, If that's what you're worried about," He says and I am suddenly hypnotized by his luscious lips.

I lean in connecting our lips together as I feel my whole body melt into a million pieces but my moment is ruined as Jackson pulls away quickly

"Um Bridget," He says getting up from the bed and looking confused

"I'm sorry I just i..." I stop and look out his lips which are coated in my red lipstick and I almost want to laugh but don't

"Maybe I should go home," I say getting up.

I suddenly feel awkward and uncomfortable just realizing that I'm in my PJs

"I will take you home before my parents come home," He says grabbing his keys from his pocket.

"Good idea," I say running straight behind him

When Jackson pulls into the driveway all the house lights are off and I get a little scared until Jackson gets out and I follow him.

We both walk up to the porch and I begin to unlock the door.

"I'm sorry about earlier today," I say beginning my small apology to him

"I'm sorry for fighting with you earlier and I'm sorry for kissing you, it was so out of character of me," I say unlocking the door

"Do you want to come in?" I say switching the hallway light on"

"Nah I better get going its late" His says walking down the porch stairs

"Jackson wait!" I say and he turns around

"Rain check?" I say and he nods and smiles

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