Hey guys, I'm back with the sequel to Fool for Love. I hope you all like the sequel as much as you did the first one. Please R&R and I'll try to update as soon as I can.
Disclaimer: I don't own the Outsiders, but I do own Bridget and any other characters that aren't familiar with the book.
Chapter 1
'Mom?'
'Yes, honey.'
'I-I'm pregnant.' She got this serious look on her face. 'I'm real sorry, mom. I never meant for this to happen.' Tears were falling down my face.
'Bridget, go to your room. I need some time to think,' she said not looking me in the face.
'Mom, I'm really sorry.'
'Just go, Bridget.'
I walked out of the kitchen and went to my room, crying. I lay down on my bed and cried until I fell asleep.
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'Bridget, come in here.' I went into the kitchen where my mom was sitting at the table. 'I'm sending you to live with your father.' I looked at her shocked and tried to protest. She held up her hand and silenced me. 'Apparently I'm not doing a good job at this whole mothering thing. Since being with Tim, you've had a pregnancy scare and now you are pregnant. This is too much for me.'
'Mom, please.'
'You will break up with Tim. You will not tell him about the baby, nor will you tell anyone else, not even Keith. You'll just tell them that you've decided that you want to get to know your father so you're going to live with him.'
'Mom, I can't break up with Tim. I love him.'
'Bridget, do not argue with me about this. You don't know what love is. You're too young. Tim sure isn't ready to raise a kid; he's not going to be able to support you. I certainly can't help you raise this child. I have my hands full with work and trying to raise you and Keith correctly, but I failed with you. I'm not a good enough mother for you, so you can go live with your father and his family.'
'Mom, please.' Tears were filling my eyes and threatened to fall.
'You leave at the end of the month. You have that much time to tell all your friends good bye and to end your relationship with Tim. Start packing your things. Your train leaves early that Friday morning.' That was it. No argument. She left the room and I heard the door slam shut. I sank to the ground and started sobbing.
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'Soda, I'm leaving.'
'Where you goin'?'
'To live with my dad in California. I'm pregnant and my mom's sending me there. She said she can't take care of me. She thinks she's been a bad mother.'
'Oh, Bridget.' He pulled me to him and the tears fell from my eyes.
'You can't tell anyone. No one knows anything except that I'm going to live with my dad. They just think I wanna get to know him. My mom didn't want me to tell anyone about the baby, but I had to tell someone. I couldn't lie to you; it's gonna be hard enough lying to Tim.'
'Shh, it's okay. I won't tell anyone. We'll keep in touch. Shh, don't worry.'
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'Bridget, you can't be serious.'
Tears were falling from my eyes. 'I'm sorry, Tim, truly I am. But I don't love you anymore.'
'Bee, c'mon.'
'I'm going to live with my dad so I can start over, get away from all this drama in Tulsa. I need to go somewhere where no one knows who I am. I need a change.'
'Bridget, you can't just leave.'
'I can and I am. I don't love you anymore.' He pulled me to him and kissed me hard and passionately.
'Tell me that you didn't feel anything.'
'I'm sorry, but I didn't. You mean nothing to me anymore.' I saw the pain in his eyes and it was killing me to see how much I was hurting him. 'I gotta go. I'm sorry. You'll find someone else.'
'Bridget! Just tell me what's wrong! You know you love me!' he yelled at my retreating back. 'Bridget, c'mon! I love you! You can't do this!'
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"Miss, miss." Someone was shaking me awake. I opened my eyes and looked up. "This is your stop," the conductor said.
"Oh, sorry. I must've fallen sleep. Thanks." I gathered my bags and guitar case and headed for the door. I was about three months along and things were getting weird. No one saw me at home, so they didn't see my growing stomach, but many of the ladies on the train felt that it was necessary to rub and to talk to my belly. It was hidden; how did they know? It was getting a little annoying.
I stepped off the train into the bright sunlight and saw my dad about ten feet away. I walked over to him and put my bags down. "Hi daddy," I said and hugged him.
"Hey baby girl. You look so grown up."
"Well, when you're seventeen and knocked up, it's kinda expected," I said bitterly.
He frowned. "Let's get you home." He picked up my bags and I took my guitar case and we headed to his car, which just happened to be a Ford Mustang. I guess in this state he was a big time soc. "I didn't know you played guitar," he said, trying to start a conversation.
"Yeah, Soda bought it for me about three years ago for my birthday and I've been playing ever since."
"That's nice. Travis has been wanting to learn to play. Maybe you can give him a few pointers."
"Yeah, maybe." We got into the car and I stared out the window at the scenery. I couldn't help but think back to that long month before I was sent here. It was full of tears and sorrows. I hated leaving my friends and my family. Most of all though, I hated leaving Tim. I missed him like crazy. I had waited until the last possible minute to end it with him. It was killing me. I really hoped he was doing okay. He was in pain the last time I saw him, and I had caused it.
A few tears escaped my eyes and I quickly wiped them away. I couldn't let my dad see me crying.
"Well, here we are," he said about ten minutes later. I looked up and saw this humungous house in front of me. It was even bigger than the socs' houses in Tulsa.
"Oh my god."
"I know; it's a lot different from your mother's house. It'll take some time to get used to, but I'm sure you'll like it." All I could do was nod. I was stunned by this house. Where the hell did my dad get the money to own a house like this? "C'mon honey. Susan's waiting inside for you. She's dying to see you."
Susan? Oh right, the stepmother. Won't this be fun? My dad grabbed my bags and I followed him inside. "Honey, we're home!" he yelled into the house. I heard high heels coming from down the hall.
"Bridget! You're finally here!" Susan said coming over and giving me a big hug.
"Hi." I barely knew this woman and already I was annoyed by her.
"A new baby. Just what we need in this house. It'll be so exciting. I haven't been around a baby since Sarah was one." I just forced a smile. "Oh my, where are my manners? You must be starving. That train food isn't exactly the best thing in the world. I'll just have Maria whip something up for you."
"Actually, I was kinda hoping I could go lay down for awhile. I'm kinda tired."
"Of course you are. Charles, show your daughter to her room. We got to keep her as relaxed as possible. It's a lot of work carrying a baby." I knew then and there that I was going to be sick of her soon enough.
"C'mon baby." He took my bags again and led me upstairs. The upstairs was huge. There were so many rooms. I was definitely going to get lost in this house. "Here we are." He opened the door to a room and we walked in. I was stunned. The room was bigger than our whole house. What had my mom gotten me into?
"You just lie down and relax and one of us will come get you when dinner's ready." I smiled gently at him and turned towards the bed. I heard him walk out and close the door.
When I heard footsteps receding down the hallway, I lay down on my bed and just broke down. I wanted to go home. I didn't want to get used to this house or this town or this family. I just wanted my family and friends back. I wanted Tim. I should've been with him, not here in some socy house. I didn't belong here with them. Tim would've helped me through this. He would've lain here next to me and rubbed my stomach, and we would've made fun of the family that was downstairs enjoying dinner. This life wasn't for me. I didn't want to be rich. I just wanted to go back to being a greaser. Tim and I would've gotten by. I would've gotten a job and he would've too. We'd be together and everything would be fine. How dare my mom send me here! She definitely didn't know what was right for me. What was right for me would've been staying in Tulsa raising the baby with the man I loved. But no, she wouldn't allow that. Oh my god! I missed him. I loved him so much. What was I going to do without him here? I wouldn't see him again. This made me cry harder. Soon I just stopped thinking about things and just cried. I must've cried myself to exhaustion because before I knew it, I had fallen asleep.