“Well, I just thought you’d want to stick around for a little while.”
“Bridge, Dad’s not gonna let you keep it.”
“I don’t give a shit. I’m going to.”
“Let’s see what happens.” He would never let her keep it.
“No, I need us to be united on this front, Spence. I need to know that when I stand up to Dad you’ll be there to back me up. I need support.” He still wouldn’t let her keep it.
“Fine, Bridge.”
I parked in my spot and got out, Bridge following right behind me. When I opened the front door, Mom and Dad were in the main living room. Mom was on the floor sweeping up shards of a liquor decanter, and Dad was on the sofa with a paper in his hands. Something had transpired, and Dad had won as always.
Mom stood up, quickly swiping under her eyes. “Oh, kids!” she said with false excitement. “How was dinner?”
“Okay,” I said. “You all right?” I asked.
“Fine. Fine. Just fine,” she spat out quickly, standing and leaving the glass in the pan on the floor.
“Uh, listen,” I said, shoving a nervous Bridge into the seat opposite from Dad.
I sat next to her, but Mom didn’t make a move to sit next to him. He was obviously ignoring all of us. She picked a chair to our right and sat. My dad got up, his nose still in the paper, and started making his way to his office.
“Dad,” I said, and he turned around, stunned I’d disturbed him. “Yes, I know, but you need to hear this.”
His scowl would have burned holes through me if I wasn’t so used to it and if we didn’t have something so dire to tell them. Plus, around the age of sixteen, I noticed he’d become aware of my size and he’d stopped manhandling me. I could be a serious threat if I needed to be, and he knew it.
He sat, crossed his legs and folded the paper across his lap.
“Bridge,” I said, opening the floor for her.
My mother, distracted before, finally noted Bridge’s puffy eyes and red nose. “Bridget, honey, are you all right?”
The tears started streaming anew, but she stayed my mom with a hand when she attempted to comfort her. “I’m fine, well, not fine, but I have something to tell you both.”
She took a deep, cleansing breath and I sat forward, fists clenched, preparing for the inevitable blowup from my father.
“I’m pregnant,” she said.
The quiet was deafening.
“This isn’t a problem,” my dad said, with eerie softness, pressing the creases of the paper over and over.
“It’s not?” I asked, bewildered.
“No, this is an easy fix, especially since it’s over Christmas break.”
“No,” Bridge said, realizing what he meant.
“Excuse me?” our dad said, breaking his cool exterior and uncrossing his legs.
“No,” Bridge said strongly.
“Dear, lovely, stupid, whorish Bridge,” my dad said, sliding forward and staring right into her eyes, his face pinched with the most evil expression I’d ever encountered, reminding me of Piper yet again. “You will get rid of that thing, or I swear to God I will have you killed and make it look like an accident.”
My mother gasped.
“Dad!” I said, jumping up.
He stood and met me nose to nose.
“She wants to keep it,” I said.
“I don’t give a shit. This will not be tolerated. I’m in the middle of the biggest merger of my life and I will not have our family name tarnished!”
“Oh, but having her murdered won’t bring unnecessary awareness? Possibly negative awareness?”
He considered what I’d said, the sick bastard.
“Perhaps,” he agreed, “but it’s got to go to save this merger.”
“Give it up, old man. This family name is soiled beyond redemption and you know it. It’s why Peter Knight said no. It’s why they all initially say no. It’s why I’m always called home to fix it.”
His neck turned beet red.
“Shut the f**k up, Spencer!”
My fists clenched tighter and my chest met his. “Make me, you lousy piece of shit!” I yelled in his face.
Bridge stood and pulled me away. “I’m keeping it, Dad,” she said, charging past me toward the stairs.
Mom stood with her hands over her mouth, unable to speak.
“Stay right there!” Dad yelled, and she, like I, was powerless to disobey. “Come here,” he said more steadily.
She descended into the sunken living again and stood beside me once more, this time trembling.
“I—” she began.
“Shut up.” Her mouth shut tightly. “You forget,” he said, with frighteningly quiet intensity, “I have a lot of political pull in this city. I’ve got a handful of doctors sitting in my back pocket right this minute. So, I’m only going to say this once. You will take care of this of your own volition and immediately, or I will have you deemed of unsound mind and get one of my judges to approve any medical procedures I see fit. Now, think about this for a moment, Bridget. Imagine how difficult I could make your life if I had this kind of power over you.”
My heart pounded in my chest. “You wouldn’t,” I said, scared by him for the first time in a very long time.
“Wouldn’t I?” he asked me and only me, a devilish smirk across his face. And, of course, I knew he would. “I consider it your job to make sure she goes through with this,” he told me.