Uncovered Secret: Taylor Swift Has A Daughter - Fanfiction

Chapter 30: Travis Confronts Bridget's Bullies

Bridget's POV

More than 6 months went by and it became pretty obvious that mom and Travis were serious. He was great - always around, always fun, always someone I could trust. Mom went back on tour soon and had a lot of rehearsals, which meant I got to spent some time with my so-called babysitters. It was Travis' turn this time.

Sitting in the cozy coffee place with Travis, I was trying to enjoy our outing. It was a nice change, being here with him, away from the usual buzz that came with being around mom. But then, my heart sank as I saw them walk in - the kids from the sleepover, the ones who had turned a fun night into a nightmare.

Travis noticed the change in my expression immediately. "What's wrong, Bee?" he asked, his voice laced with concern.

I hesitated, my words coming out in a whisper. "Those are the kids from the sleepover." The ones who had made me feel so small and scared.

I saw something shift in Travis' eyes. Anger, maybe? Protective fury? "I'm going to have a word with them," he declared, standing up.

Panic fluttered in my chest. "No, Travis, please. It's not worth it," I pleaded. But he was already walking towards them, his tall frame exuding an intimidating aura. Part of me wanted to shrink away, to hide from the confrontation. But another part of me felt a strange sense of relief - someone was standing up for me.

I watched, almost holding my breath, as Travis approached the group. He stood there, towering over them, his body language screaming authority and respect. I couldn't hear what was said, but the expressions on their faces told me enough. They were taken aback, maybe even a little scared.

And there I sat, fingers entwined, a tumult of emotions swirling inside me. Fear, gratitude, a touch of guilt for causing a scene, and a weird sense of vindication. Travis was fighting a battle I never asked him to, yet part of me was glad he did. Mom would face too much scrutiny if she did this. The limelight followed us wherever we went, and this was no exception.

As soon as the paparazzi swarmed around us, the atmosphere shifted from tense to chaotic. Travis quickly turned back to me, his eyes scanning the room until he found me huddled at our table, my heart racing with fear and anxiety.

"We need to get out of here," he said urgently, reaching for my hand. I nodded, feeling a mix of relief and dread. The last thing I needed was more attention on this whole mess.

We made our way to the back exit, sneaking out to avoid the flashing cameras and shouting reporters. As we hurried back to the venue where mom was rehearsing, I couldn't help but remember the look on those girls' faces when Travis confronted them. Despite the fear and chaos, a small smirk crept onto my face.

"They looked like they pooped their pants," I said, half-laughing, half-cringing. The image was both satisfying and disturbing.

Travis let out a small chuckle, but I could tell he was still tense. "Yeah, they did," he agreed, squeezing my hand reassuringly. We were both relieved to be escaping the madness, yet the weight of the incident lingered in the air, a reminder of the constant scrutiny we faced.

When we arrived back at the rehearsal venue, the atmosphere was thick with tension. Tree was already on the phone, her expression a mix of concern and frustration. Noticing us, she paused her call, her eyes questioning.

I quickly jumped in before anyone else could speak or blame this on me as it was the case in the past. "Just for the record, this wasn't my fault this time," I announced, trying to inject a bit of humor into the situation.

Mom came into the room just then, her face etched with worry. She looked from me to Travis, seeking an explanation.

Travis took a deep breath before speaking. "There was an incident at the coffee shop. Bridget's... bullies were there. I may have confronted them," he admitted, his voice tinged with regret.

I quickly chimed in, backing Travis's story. "I told him it wasn't worth it," I said, hoping to alleviate some of the tension.

Travis nodded in agreement, adding, "She's right. She did try to talk me out of it."

Mom listened carefully, her gaze shifting between us. It was clear she was processing the information, weighing the potential fallout. Despite the seriousness of the situation, I couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude for Travis's instinct to protect me, even if it had led to this unexpected chaos.

Travis gave a wry smile, recalling his confrontation with the bullies. "I may have told them a few choice words about respecting others and minding their own business," he said, his tone hinting at the understatement.

Then, with a mischievous glint in his eye, he added jokingly, "And I might have also suggested that they're banned from any Taylor concerts, a message I had to deliver by the queen Swift herself."

"Damn right!" added mom, high-fiving him.

I couldn't hold back my laughter, and neither could mom. The absurdity of the situation, combined with Travis's humorous spin, was just too much. We were soon in stitches, our laughter echoing through the room.

Tree, however, was not amused. "This isn't funny," she interjected, her voice stern. "We have to think about the PR implications of this."

But her admonishment only made us laugh harder. It was one of those moments where the humor and the absurdity of the situation outweighed the seriousness, and we couldn't help but find joy in it, despite the potential fallout.

Travis, still with a hint of amusement, reassured Tree, "Don't worry, my team is all about anti-bullying campaigns. We'll spin this into something positive."

Tree let out an exasperated sigh, her expression a mix of frustration and resignation. "The three of you together," she said, shaking her head, "you're really turning my hair from red to gray."

There was a sense of warmth in her tone, though. Despite the chaos and the challenges, it was clear that Tree cared deeply about us and our well-being. Her comment, though laced with a touch of humor, also carried the weight of her responsibility and affection for us. It was moments like these that reminded us of the strong support system we had, even in the midst of unexpected situations.