birthright

Part 24

"Bad things do happen; how I respond to them defines my character and the quality of my life. I can choose to sit in perpetual sadness, immobilized by the gravity of all my loss, or can I choose to rise from the pain and treasure the most precious gift I have- life itself." 

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Dylan's POV two years after the trial

It's been two years after the trial, two years since everything had happened. Green and Edwards both were sentenced to life without parole. They both hung for what they did to Maria, that was their punishment, the king himself put out the order for them. As for Bridget because she was the mastermind behind it all the king allowed Maria to choose what her punishment would be. Because Maria felt that Bridget need help she gave her that. Sending her to an insane asylum where she could be watched after and get the care she needed Maria says. 

 Maria went to visit every Wednesday then she would come home and tell me how she was doing. I would listen but I just couldn't bring myself to care. Whatever happens to Bridgets now was not my concern anymore, I know I sound cruel and heartless but after everything, she put us through I couldn't bring myself to care. 

I let Maria tell me what was going on with Bridget for her sake and then she would go and spend the rest of her time with the girls. We hardly ever spent time together anymore unless it was at the dinner table or there was a meeting to attend. After we had got back from Naw York I had found myself back in the Alpha room and Maria once again in her own room. I didn't go to her even on the night I would hear her cry. I kept my distance, I think in a way I needed that space too.

Today was a Wednesday, I sit at my desk working on some paperwork that the cancel had sent over. I had just tucked away one fail when my door opens. I don't look up knowing from her sent who it is. She doesn't speak, coming around to sit in one of the wingback chairs in front of my disk.

"Is everything ok" I finally look up at her

I stand as tears come to her eyes going around the disk I take her by the arm.

"She's gone" she whispers as I pull her to me

She doesn't have to say who, I know, I let her cry on my chest her small shoulders shiver as she weeps.

"How" I have to know

"They found her this morning in her room," she tells me "Somehow she got ahold of a razor blade, slit her wrist"

I look down at Maria, that didn't sound like something Bridget would do to herself. She drys her tears as I stand there.

"My god" I whisper turning from her 

"What are we going to tell the girls," Maria asked as I get back on the other side of the chair

"The truth" she looks at me "Bridget went to be with the Gods," I tell her she nods "Are you going be alright"

"I'm fine, I just can't believe she done this to herself"

"I know, I can't either" 

"Are you alright Dylan" she ask