Speak Up: (Chandler Riggs)

Chapter 23

No Point of View

She tangled her fingers in his sweaty hair as their tongues wrestled each other. She'd finally gotten the hang of the whole, kissing thing.

He'd left hickies on her neck and chest. His hands were all over her skinny body.

They both were shirtless in the quiet room. Muffled moans were almost inaudible.

"Babe, I-I," Chandler spoke, sliding his hand down her leggings and tugging at her underwear.

She stopped kissing him and sat up, "uh...no."

"Why not?" he asked, tilting his head to the side.

"I-I'm not ready..." she mumbled, "and I don't even know you that well."

"So?"

"So? Are you kidding me? I'm not going to just give some dude I've known for three, four months, my virginity," she sternly told him.

Bridget wasn't going to just hand someone something like that. She grew up with a very catholic mother, but always thought of some of the beliefs as bullshit. She never really thought of her first kiss as a big deal, but losing her virginity was a touchy subject for her. She was always the goody-goody type of person, hardly ever cussed until she got into High School, never drank any alcohol until this year, and of course, has never had sex.

He shook his head and got up off the bed, "leave."

"Now you're mad at me for not wanting to have sex with you?" she glared at him.

He said nothing.

"Fine."

She quickly threw on her clothes and left, slamming the front door on the way out.

Halfway down the street, she reached into her bag and felt around for an old pack of cigarettes.

When Bridget was in 8th grade, she went to summer camp one year and hung out with kids who got her into smoking. They peer-pressured her into doing it. She tried to quit before, but she never could. She limits herself down to one cigarette a month.

She lit the end and put it in between her two fingers, took a long drag, taking in all of the smoke into her lungs. Then she blew the smoke out of her mouth and her nose.

The thing that kills so many people is right in between my lips, she thought.

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Bridget's Point of View

He's such a fucking jerk. He cares about no one but himself!!

I barely know him and he wants to have sex. I mean, I did start something that I couldn't finish. But sex?!

I loudly pounded on the front door of my house after finding out it was locked.

The door swung open, revealing my dad with a bottle of whiskey in his hand and a cigar sticking out of his lips.

"Well it's about time I've seen you," his voice slurred.

"Take me to the hospital," I demanded, "I wanna see Xavier."

I pushed past him and entered my oh-so-lovely home. It was a complete mess and smelled like rotting food.

"Don't you remember? I'm not allowed back there!" he barked.

"Whatever...you're drunk anyways," I rolled my eyes.

I trudged upstairs and opened my door, all the air rushing in my face. The windows were open. I hate when he opens them. He says it airs out the smell of smoke even though my door is shut 24/7 and he nor do I smoke in my room.

I went over and closed them, then sitting on my bed. I unzipped my purse and reached in for my phone, dialing Kathleen's number.

It rang three times before she picked up.

"Hey, Bridget."

"Hey, do you think you can take me to the hospital to see my brother? My dads drunk as hell."

"Sure. When do you want me to pick you up?"

"Whenever's good for you."

"K. See you in ten."

"See ya."

I hung up and walked over to my dresser to pick out some new clothes. These ones smell like weed and alcohol.

I got changed and looked at myself in the mirror. Honestly, I hate my body. I like my butt and my curves, but not my boobs. I've tried to convince myself to like them, but I'm so flat-chested. I was made fun of for it in middle school because all of the girls had bigger boobs than me.

I went into the bathroom and quickly brushed my teeth before hearing a horn honk outside my house.

I ran down the steps and out my house, slamming the door on the way out to let my dad know I'm leaving.

"Hey, Bridget!!" Kathleen smiled.

"Hi," I smiled back.

"Where's this hospital?" she asked as I hopped in the car.

"Literally, right down the road," I told her.

"Cool."

We drove in silence the whole ride, until we entered the hospital's parking lot.

"How long has he been in a coma?" Kathleen bluntly asked.

"I don't even know, I lost track," my voice trailed off.

We walked into the hospital, told them who we were visiting for and they showed us his new room.

And there he was, still laying there. I ran over to his bedside and kneeled in front of him.

"Everything's gonna be alright, buddy," I whispered to him, trying my best to hold back the tears.

"Ms. Sawyer, can I talk to you? In private?" a nurse asked.

I nodded my head and watched Kathleen leave the room after I tapped on her shoulder, signaling her to leave.

"What is it?" I ask, sorta hoping that it's something good about Xavier.

"It's about your brother," her face was dull. The look gave me a worried feeling, but I kept optimistic.

I smiled, "and?!"

"Xavier hasn't made much improvement since he's gotten here. He's, um...he doesn't have that much time left."

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Author's Note

hope you like this update!! I liked writing the first part(:

thank you guys so much for almost 20k reads!! that means so much to me! you guys are great.

chapter 3 of Lost in Love is almost up!! it'll most likely be up by tomorrow so go read the first 2 chapters if you didn't! thanks!