Bridget returned home and shut the door behind her. She saw Deacon sitting there on the sofa. She stood there watching him thinking about all the time she was with him. The night she met him. The wonderful passion she felt. Their wedding. The way he stood by her when she told him about her miscarriage. How he wanted to wisk her to Vegas to marry her before anyone could tear them apart. It wasn't possible. He wasn't possible he did what that May said he did. Deacon turned his head and saw her there. "What are you doing?" He asked.
"Just admiring the view." grinned Bridget sauntering over to him. She sat down next to him and placed her head on his shoulder. "I love you."
Deacon scooped her up and brought her into the bedroom.
Bridget giggled as he laid her down on the bed. "What are you doing?" She asked.
"Finishing what YOU started." He replied as he kissed her lips.
Bridget held onto him tightly as they made love. This man loved her. She knew that. There was no way he would ever in a million years ever...No it just simply wasn't true.
Bridget laid next to her husband afterwards feeling happy. Deacon was the greatest thing to ever happen to her. May couldn't possibly be telling her the truth. Deacon never ever got violent with her. Yes he was upset earlier when she said she wanted to start up her own practice but that was just because he was feeling insecure and he thought that she felt she had to work because he couldn't support her fully. He knew that wasn't the case. They talked and he is supporting her. Bridget snuggled closer to him. She would get to the bottom of this. Something wasn't adding up and she was going to find out what it was.
Her cell phone went off and she got up from the bed. "Don't take too long." said Deacon as he watched her put on her robe. "I never said I was finished with you."
"I won't." smiled Bridget as she left the bedroom. She shut the door behind her and headed outside to the balcony. "Hey..what did you find?" She said as she answered the phone.
"There is no May Albertson. She doesn't exist." said the private investigator on the other end. "I checked up everywhere and came up with nothing."
Bridget nodded. "I see. You think this could possibly be an alias?"
"Oh it is." said the investigator. "My assistant checked up on where that so-called business card was printed. The person who paid was a Jill Butterfield."
Bridget froze. Jill Butterfield. Jill..Could that possibly be that other bitch who broke Deacon's heart? That cold-blooded slut who used him...She seethed. "I see. Thank you."
Bridget fumed. So Jill was going around saying Deacon abused her. Using a fake name too.
Well this was going to stop. She was going to go see her and put an end to this.
Bridget headed back inside and to the bedroom. She picked up her clothes and began dressing much to the chagrin of Deacon. "What are you doing?" He frowned.
"I'm sorry honey but I have to go take care of something. I'll be back as soon as I can. I love you." She quickly kissed him and headed out.
That bitch wasn't going to get away with this. No way. Bridget got into her car and drove off. She found the address on the card and stopped. "Is this it?" She wondered as she stared at the shabby looking building. She got out of the car and walked inside. The place was drab and grimy. There was an odor of fried food as she walked up the stairs. She stepped over the passed out drunk and walked down the hall.
She found the apartment number and knocked. A few minutes later..the door opened.
"Hi." said Jill. "What brings you here?"
"We need to talk. Jill." snapped Bridget.
Jill looked meek. "Okay...Um...come on in.." She said weakly. She gingerly shut the door as Bridget sat down on the worn out ugly green sofa.
"What do you want?" asked Jill.
"Why the fake name?" Bridget asked point blankly.
"Look...I just use that name to hide out from Deacon okay. I'm afraid he'll find me."
"Deacon never abused you Jill." Bridget said angerly. "You are the one who used him and broke his heart. He told me about how you lied that you had an abusive boyfriend and that he was just like this abusive father you had growing up."
"I didn't lie." said Jill quietly. "I really did have an abusive boyfriend. And an abusive father. I thought Deacon cared but...he would hit me too. Anytime I voiced my opinion or "talked back" he would hit me and tell me to shut up. That's why I was with the other guy. I needed to feel love. I know I should have just walked away.."
"You expect me to believe this?" frowned Bridget.
"Believe what you want. It's the truth. You saw the photos."
"How do I know it was Deacon? How do I know it wasn't your alledged abusive boyfriend?"
Jill got up and went to a drawer. She dug into it and pulled out a file. She walked back over and handed it to Bridget.
Bridget opened it and read it's contents. It was a police report. Detailing how Deacon had beaten Jill and the bruises she sustained. Jill's statment. It was all there. Bridget closed the file.
Jill looked at her. "I'm sorry. " She said. "I just thought you should know. I never wanted to cause any trouble. But once I heard...I'm sorry."
Bridget was more confused than ever. It still didn't ring true in her head. Deacon was not like that. He never once...Gina or Daisy would have mentioned it. There was no way that the man she loved was this person that Jill claimed he was. "Can I keep this?" asked Bridget of the file she had in her hand.
"Sure." nodded Jill.
Bridget got up from the sofa and walked out. She went back down to her car and got in. It couldn't be so. It just couldn't. She found that small coffee shop from earlier and went inside. There was a booth in the back and she sat down in it. She opened the file and poured through it. It mentioned a fight that Jill had with Deacon. She had wanted to buy half of his club and he refused. She said it would be a good investment and she could bring in more money for the place...He refused. It got heated and then Deacon apparently hit her. Bridget couldn't believe it. She refused to believe it. Bridget looked out the window and saw a fax place across the way. She quickly left the coffee shop and darted across the street. She was going to fax this information to Dennis, her private investigator. He could certainly find out the truth for her. Bridget was very skeptical. She had no reason in the world to believe Jill was telling the truth. None. If this was some ploy to break up her marriage...it wasn't going to work. Bridget hit the send button on the fax and waited while it went through. She left the shop and got back into her car. She picked up her cell. "Dennis..it's Bridget...I just sent you a fax..Yes I need you to check it out. Thank you."She snapped her phone shut. "Jason I swear if you are behind this.." She muttered to herself. She wouldn't be a bit surprised if he was. He thought she would be stupid enough to believe the lies. Dennis was sure to find out that it was. He was the best in the business. And once he did...there would be hell to pay. No one was breaking up her marriage or her family. No one. She would do whatever it took to protect it.
Jill picked up the phone and dialed. "Jason it's me. Yeah Miss Prissy was over here. I showed her the file. I don't know I think she did...She took it with her. Yes I did. Okay. I will." Jill hung up the phone and picked up her cigarettes. She took one out and lit it. Soon very soon Bridget's happy little world was going to come crashing down. And she was going to enjoy it.
Deacon stood in the doorway as Bridget returned home. "Where did you run off too?" He asked of her.
"I told you I had something to take care of." explained Bridget.
"What is that in your hand?" He asked of the file she was holding.
"Nothing."
"Don't give me nothing." He said. "What are you up to?"
Bridget sighed. "Okay I'll tell you." She said as she sat down on the sofa. "I ran into someone from your past."
"Diana?" asked Deacon.
Bridget turned her head. "No that's not who I was talking about but yes she did...How did you know?"
"She came to see me at the club. I told her to get lost."
"I see. Why didn't you tell me?"
"Why did YOU tell ME?"
"I asked you first." said Bridget.
"I didn't want you to have to worry about it okay? I handled it. I told her to get lost and leave you and me alone."
"Well she did come to see me. She told me that Jason wanted her help into breaking us up."
"I know." said Deacon. "I went to see him and told him to back off or else. I made myself pretty clear."
Bridget smiled. "You are wonderful." She said kissing him. "But that's not who I saw. It was Jill."
"Jill?" said a stunned Deacon. "What did that bitch want?"
"She wanted to tell me something. Something that she thought I should know."
"Which is?"
"That you abused her."
Deacon couldn't believe it. "Abused her? Me? I never...I don't..Bridget you believe me..."
"Deacon I know you would never do that. She gave me these photos and this police report...I faxed it to my private investigator Dennis."
"You hired a PI?"
"Yes. I wanted to know what Jason was up to."
"I see. Go on."
"Well he's going to check into it. Find out where this all came from. Honey believe me I know you never did what she claimed you did. I just want Dennis to find the proof so we can call them on it."
"Them?"
"Jason and Jill. I know they are probably working together. He thinks I'm stupid enough to believe this lie. You would never in a million years ever hurt me. I know that. I know you never did anything to Jill. She's a liar and I'm going to bring her down."
"You are amazing." said Deacon putting his arm around her. "What?"
"No one ever went to this great length...Any other woman would probably believe this garbage but you..I love you so much baby."
"I know you. I know how you are. I know you are not capable of doing what Jill said. She's not getting away with it. I won't let her. No one is coming between us. No one is going to break up our marriage. I'm not letting it happen."