"Hey Bridge. I thought you'd still be sleeping. Didn't realize you would wake up so early!" Ryan exclaimed to Bridget, when he walked in the front door, after visiting his, 'friend.'
"Hi Ryan. Did you have a fun time?" Bridget almost cowered, as Ryan leaned down to Bridget, and gave her a sloppy kiss.
"Happy Birthday, Bridge." Ryan smiled, yet it was as fake as a smile could get.
"Thanks, Ry." Bridget quietly replied, her voice nasally, from crying, and she was trying to hide how bad she was quivering. Even though it was almost 100 degrees outside, she quivered from being scared, not hot.
"Oh, Elisha, showed up?" Ryan arched his eyebrow at the colorful balloons and a beautifully wrapped present, on their small, scratched up, wooden dining table -- only fit for two.
"Y..Yes." Bridget started stuttering again, because she knew, Ryan never liked, Elisha. Ryan always thought Elisha was trying to take Bridget away from him, only for herself.
Little did he know how exactly true that was.
"Is she still here?" Ryan asked sternly.
"No.. No... She left about an hour ago... Remember, the party tonight? My parents always like doing that tradition." Bridget almost whispered, she knew Ryan would have some things to say about that.
Bridget's family tradition... They would always have a party for her, just the family, sometimes a few friends. Very small. Elisha would make her honey bee, her favorite dinner and also strawberry cheesecake for her birthday cake. They would usually do this in the afternoon, and have a few drinks and play sports, in the big back yard, at the house Bridget grew up in.. They did this on everyone of the families birthday's. Bridget really did have a wonderful family.
"Ugh." Ryan sighed, charging into the small kitchen, opening the fridge, to see they were out of food.
"No breakfast, or what, Bridget?" Ryan asked, peeved.
"Oh, I'm.. I am so sorry. I don't know what made m..m..me forge..forget." Her trembling voice once again, took over.
"W..w..w..what?!" Ryan laughed, mocking Bridget stuttering.. He then slammed the fridge door shut, which made Bridget almost jump out of her socks.
"Oh, did I scare you?" Ryan asks in a baby voice, once again, making fun of his beautiful girlfriend, he never deserved.
"I'm gonna take a shower. Can you please make me some food, my sweet girl?"
Then Ryan would be nice.. Or, as nice as he could get, which showed off his sociopathy even more.
"Yes. Have a nice shower." Bridget's voice was very low, trying not to stutter.
Ryan pecked Bridget on top of her head, and went into the bathroom, shutting the door incredibly hard behind him.. Which, of course, made Bridget jolt. Her body shaking, as more tears slid down her soft and flawless cheek.
Why am I in love with Ryan? Bridget would ask herself when things would get so hard, like that. There was no doubt about it, that Ryan was sleeping around. Bridget just didn't want to come to grips with that.
Then Bridget would remember that day, the day she fell in love with him, and once she thought of that day, she couldn't not love him. She looked down at her chest and rubbed her honey bee pendant, that dangled from her neck. That day.. The day she fell for the boy, that started her painful adventure.
*Flashback* Three Years Earlier.
"Bridget! C'mon, you have to tell me more about this Ryan guy!" Bridget's girlfriend, Layla, squealed with excitement about Bridget's new guy..
