Bridget combed her hair through again. She kept on repeating it. She felt vulnerable, her Dad was always there to protect her and now he had gone, away from her away from her family. She felt weak. She looked at herself in the mirror; she was wearing a black skirt and a black polo neck jumper. She was wearing thick black tights with black shoes. Today was the day of the funeral. Bridget felt like sobbing hysterically, breaking down. She had neighbours around at her house offering their condolences, they meant nothing to Bridget though, they never knew him, they never will. She gave a shuddering sob and sat down. Kerry walked in.
"Hey, Bridge"
The pain was tearing at Bridget's heart, she screamed in pain. "Make the pain go away, please. Make him come back, I need him to come back"
Kate and Rory walked in alarmed at Bridget's screaming. Bridget looked up "Rory say something, You barely spoken a word since he died, your not making it any easier at all. You're making it harder"
The doorbell rang. Kerry and the others filed out to answer it. Bridget lay on the bed and stared at the ceiling. Kerry came back in, "Bridge, Gram, Gramps and CJ are here"
"Is Dad with them?"
"No."
"Then I don't care."
Kerry sat on the bed and started to talk trying to let go of the shroud that seemed to have covered her and her family.
dedicated to john ritter. i do not own 8 simple rules