Uncovered Secret: Taylor Swift Has A Daughter - Fanfiction

Chapter 19: Bridget is Gone

I approached Bridget's door, my heart heavy with regret, knocking gently, hoping for a sign of her forgiveness. "Bee?" I called out softly, my voice tinged with hope. Silence greeted me, not the usual defiant response I was used to. A sense of unease crept up my spine as I turned the handle and pushed the door open.

The room was empty, the quietness unnerving. Her bed was made, her phone nowhere in sight, and the window slightly ajar, letting in the cool night air. Panic surged through me, my earlier anger now replaced with a raw, primal fear. "Bridget?" I called out again, louder this time, my voice bouncing off the walls, almost mocking me with its echo.

My hands shook violently, the phone slipping against my sweaty palm as I tried to dial Bridget's number. The line dumped me to voicemail. I could barely breathe, my chest tightening with the kind of fear only a mother knows – the fear of losing her child.

I stumbled through the house, calling her name, my voice hoarse with rising panic. Every empty room I checked twisted the knife of dread deeper into my gut. Where could she be? The thought of her out there, possibly in danger, made my whole body tremble uncontrollably. What if someone took her? What if she's in pain? What if she's scared?

I rang security, my words jumbling together in frantic haste. "Find her, please," I begged, the edge of hysteria sharpening my voice to a point of desperation.

When they returned with no news, no sign of Bridget, the room began to spin, a carousel of terror. I slid down against the wall, the cold surface a stark contrast to my overheated skin, my breaths coming in short, sharp gasps. This couldn't be happening.

Selena's voice was a distant lifeline in the storm as I called her next, my words tumbling out between sobs. "Selena, she's... she's gone. I can't—she's not—" I couldn't finish, my voice surrendering to the sobs that wracked my body.

"I'm coming, Taylor, hold on," Selena's voice was steady, but it was a faint sound in the chaos of my despair.

I was alone, waiting for Selena, waiting for any word of Bridget. The house, once filled with the music of our lives, was silent now, a mausoleum to my greatest fears. The ticking of the clock was a cruel metronome to my unraveling, each second a reminder of how far Bridget could be getting from me. I clung to my phone, to the hope that any second it would ring with good news, but the silence was a heavy shroud, smothering and relentless.

I didn't even register Selena's arrival until she wrapped her arms around me, her presence a small comfort in the tempest of my emotions. I was gasping for air, my body racked with sobs, each one a cry for my missing daughter.

And then, piercing through the cacophony of my fears, my phone rang. It was a lifeline, a beacon in the dark. I scrambled to answer it, my hands slippery with sweat.

"Taylor, it's Mom," Andrea's voice was calm, but I could hear the undercurrent of concern. "Bridget's here with me. She showed up in a taxi, all tears and trembling."

Relief collided with a new wave of fear. "Is she okay? Can I talk to her?" My voice was a desperate whisper, every instinct in me reaching out through the line.

Andrea hesitated, and in that pause, my heart sank. "She's okay. But she's hurt on the inside. She told me a bit about what happened. You two had a fight?"

"It... it was more of a disagreement."

"She said fight."

I sighed.

"Look baby, she's been through a lot tonight. But she's calmed down. Maybe give her some time, let her get some rest, and come see us in the morning, darling."

I wanted to protest, to insist, but I knew my mother was right. Bridget needed space, time to process the storm of emotions that had driven her from our home.

"Okay, Mom. Thank you for being there," I managed to say, the words catching in my throat.

"We'll talk in the morning. I love you." Andrea promised before hanging up.

I sat there, the cold device still pressed to my ear, Selena's arms still around me, protecting me like a little sister she was. The immediate panic had subsided, replaced by a dull ache.