The Sins of Regret

Chapter 10

"Ha, yeah, he seems fine." God snorted.

Bridget spat, "You're sick."

"No, you're just having trouble accepting this lesson."

She threw her hands up in defeat, "I don't even know what you're trying to teach me."

The room around her filled with golden orbs giving off a warm glow. When Bridget looked closer, she saw that a lot of them seemed to be playing videos of her, but older.

"There were many paths you could have taken, other than this one," God explained.

"The thing is, I didn't have this point of view. From where I was standing, there was a ten percent chance that things might get better. I knew my life was hell and-"

"And who's fault was that?"

Bridget paused from shock, "Are you blaming me for being bullied."

"Shouldn't I?"

"No!" confusion almost made her laugh,"What happened to all that stuff about 'free will'? god, he's useless. I'm the one that controls the people."

"You may have more power than you realize."

One of the orbs exploded into a column of light, and a scene appeared.

*

Bridget and Angel sat on opposite ends of a couch.

"So, Angel," Bridget began, trying to cut the awkward silence, "I like your hair. Where did you get it done?"

She scoffed, "Somewhere too good for you."

"Excuse me?"

"I hate you." Angel hissed, "I hate the fact that you hang out with Trevor so much. And the only reason I'm breathing the same air as you right now, is for Trevor's sake. But I promise you, If he doesn't start seeing a lot less of you I will have some friends of mine take care of you."

"Would these be the same friends who supply you with a steady flow of Vodka and Scotch?" Bridget asked in a threatening whisper.

Angel's jaw dropped, "How did you hear about that."

Bridget winked at her, "A little birdie told me. He also wanted me to tell you, you're not sneaky... Like, at all."

"Does Trevor know?"

"Not yet."

"You better not breathe a word to him about this." Angel growled.

"I won't. But you better not breathe on him. At least, not until you've had a shot of mouthwash."

At that moment, Trevor walked in and sat on the couch between them.

Angel got up, mouth covered, and headed for the door, "I have to go, bye."

"Oh, um, do you want me to take you home?" Trevor asked.

"No! No, just stay here with Becky."

"Bridget," Bridget and Trevor corrected.

"Bridget, right. Bridget." She shut the door behind her and ran off.

Trevor turned to Bridget, "That was weird."

Bridget shrugged.

"What do you think," he asked, poking her.

"Of your girlfriend? Charming." Bridget forced a smile.

"You think we should start dating?"

"Does it really matter what I say?"

"Yes, because you are my friend and I care about your opinion. And, who knows, your judgement might be leaps and bounds better than my own."