Title: Damage Control
Bridgette Desmarias - August 17, 2010 04:55 AM (GMT)
She was at the café when it happened. Something she never expected. It was like she was back in high school, with gossiping popular girls at every corner. But this time it was not popular girls, it was three women sitting at a table that she passed to buy her hot chocolate. The first time by she thought was coincidental. The giggling just so happened to start right as she went by. When she walked to her table, it happened again. And then when she went up to buy a cookie to bring home to Ethan, it happened again. Now, Bridgette was suspicious. Her last time by, she listened closely and heard the whispers. It seemed that they wanted her to hear their vicious comments. “That’s her. The one that was with two guys after her husband died. Barely any time after.” Or of course her favorite, “What a whore.” Their comments stung like ice water against her skin. She bit her lip and held back tears, not wanting to let them have the satisfaction of seeing her react. As horrible as it was, Bridgette knew what they were talking about. Matthew and Ethan. She had no idea how they found out, but she determined to find out.
She walked straight for the door, intent on getting home to Ethan as quick as possible. She needed to talk to him about this. And possibly Matthew as well. On her way home she noticed the stares she was getting, the stares she had been oblivious to on her way to the café. She kept her head down, not wanting to meet their glances. She walked quickly, the bag with Ethan’s cookie swinging back and forth with her stride. The farther from main street she got, the less people stared at her; which was a relief. She finally looked up in to the distance, seeing her apartment complex close by. She began to run, the bag now swinging. By the time she reached her apartment, she was out of breath. She fumbled with her keys, attempting to find the right one. She pushed it in to the lock and turned it to the right until she heard the familiar click signaling it was unlocked. Bridgette barged in to her apartment and looked around frantically for Ethan. “Ethan!” she exclaimed, tears now freely flowing down her face.
Bridgette walked in to the kitchen in search of Ethan and threw Ethan’s cookie on to the table in the kitchen. “Ethan!” she called more desperately. She walked back over in to the living room, trying to think of were Ethan could be at this time of day. The television was on but there was no Ethan. She began to worry if Ethan was home at all. Usually he was relaxing and watching television or working. Then it hit her, he worked in the spare room that was soon to be the nursery. She walked quickly and went over to the shut door. Bridgette knocked on the door, attempting to get his attention. “Ethan,” she called before hiccuping through her tears, “Please.” Her voice sounded as broken as she felt. Bridgette clutched her wedding ring that hung from her neck in her hand tightly. The imprint of the ring outlined on her hand from the pressure.
Ethan Manning - August 17, 2010 09:23 PM (GMT)
Ethan had been staring at the same picture for over an hour. Bridgette had went out for awhile so he tried to work. He didn't tell her that only a few days prior he had heard some guys talking about her. About him. About them. He wasn't the type of person to get into a fight but the moment this guy called his girlfriend a slut he broke his nose. Bastard. Apparently this horrible rumor was everywhere. He wasn't going to talk to Bridgette about it because he didn't want her thinking he believed any of it. He knew of the guy she went on a date with and that didn't matter to him.
He was so focused on trying to be focused that he didn't hear her come in the apartment. Or call his name. It wasn't until she knocked on the door and he heard the despiration in her voice that he was up out of the chair and wrapping his arms around her in minutes. "What happened?" he asked. A lot of different things ran through his mind. Did something happen to the baby? Did someone hurt her? He didn't think to ask those however. He simply guided her to the couch and pulled her onto his lap.
Taking her face in his hands he wiped the tears off of her face. "Talk to me. Tell me everything." he said softly, his forhead coming to rest on hers. She needed to know that he was there, no matter what happened and he wasn't going to go anywhere.
Bridgette Desmarias - August 25, 2010 07:40 PM (GMT)
Instantly after Ethan wrapped his arms around Bridgette, she followed his lead and did the same; burying her head in his chest. Although she felt comforted in the fact she was now with Ethan, the hurt never went away. She was shocked that people even knew, or cared for that matter. Rumors were vicious, and apparently spread easily. She hadn't even told that many people about her dates and what happened with Ethan; only close friends whom would never tell anyone unless Bridgette said it was okay to do so. She couldn't even think who would even take the time to spread the rumor, it was true that she had dated Matthew for a short period of time and now she was with Ethan; but did that make her a bad person? She was moving on with her life, plain and simple. And she never forgot Zach, she never would.
Bridgette said nothing at first, but blindly followed Ethan to a spot on their couch and allowed him to pull her on to his lap without any objection to the matter. She kept her head against his chest, the tears causing his shirt to become soaked with them. She lifted her head of his chest to speak, smiling only a little when Ethan wiped the tears off of her face."Well," she started taking a deep breath, "I was at the cafe getting food when I overheard some things." Bridgette hiccuped loudly and wiped a few fresh stray tears from her face with her hands. "I know I am probably over reacting but somehow it is all over town that I went out with Matthew and now I am dating you. They were calling me a whore Ethan!" Bridgette closed her eyes, slightly dizzy from all of the crying. She knew she needed to calm down, but she never dealt with these sort of things well. "Do you think I am a whore Ethan?" she asked with a frown, finally looking at him for the first time since she arrived back at the apartment. Bridgette cared to much about what other people thought of her, but she also cared a lot more about what those she cared about thought.
Ethan Manning - August 25, 2010 08:00 PM (GMT)
Ethan just waited, knowing that she would tell him when she could get a better grasp on the words. He watched and listened as she told him what she heard and he couldn't stop the sigh. He didn't want her to hear anything like that. When she looked up at him, asking such a question he didn't hesititate with his response. "No. You are definately not a whore." he spoke firmly. He could kill the people saying that about her. He wanted to find who they were and do something, anything to make it better.
He didn't let go of her and he held her tight. "You are the sweetest, generous, wonderful person I've ever had the honor of knowing. You are not, nor could you ever be a whore. They don't know what they are talking about. They don't know you. They don't know us. They don't know a damn thing. Don't let them get to you baby." he gave her a kiss on the cheek.
He wasn't sure if he would ever say the right thing to make her feel better, but he would. He wondered if he should tell her about the other day, if she would be upset with him. Not only for not saying anything about it but for hitting someone. He didn't think he could go another moment without saying something. "Bridgette.." he started, "I heard some guys talking about you the other day. I didn't tell you because I knew you'd be upset by it and well...I may have broke the nose of the guy saying shit about you." he felt ashamed. "I would understand if you are mad at me but I just felt like I had to tell you." he looked at her but he wasn't sure if she'd want him to hold her anymore.
Bridgette Desmarias - August 25, 2010 08:18 PM (GMT)
"At least you don't think I am, that is the most important thing," she said simply before kissing his cheek. She blushed deeply at his compliments, slowly feeling better with Ethan's comforting words. "I know I shouldn't care what they say about me, but it is really really hard Ethan," she exclaimed with a frown. She felt like she was overreacting, and worrying herself over nothing but at the same time she felt like it was okay to be this upset. Even if they were wrong about her, it still hurt to hear the things they were saying about her. But Ethan was right, they knew nothing about what was really going on. They only knew what they gathered and came to their own false conclusions over. They knew nothing about Ethan and her relationship nor how he was going to help with the baby or how he was there for her after Zach.
Bridgette frowned and stared at Ethan wide eyed, amazed that he knew and had not told her. She did not know how she should feel, hurt, sad, relieved even. He was only trying to protect her, right? But if she had known, she would have found out from him and not ruthless women at the cafe. She would have much rather found out from Ethan. Bridgette cracked a grin, "You broke their nose? For me?" She was nothing less then proud that he was her boyfriend, who would do something completely out of character for her; but that did not cancel out the fact he did not tell her about the rumors before now. "You need to tell me these things, from now on. Okay? I would much rather you tell me then if I hear it from someone else." She pecked his lips lightly before hugging him tightly. "Your the best boyfriend a girl could ask for."
Ethan Manning - August 27, 2010 12:49 AM (GMT)
He smiled. "You are better then they could ever be. You need to know you aren't, that is the most important thing." he kissed her lips quickly. He smiled, glad that she didn't hate him for hitting someone or for not telling her. He brushed her hair back behind her ear. She seemed surprised that he would do that for her. "Damn right I did. No one talks badly about my girl." he winked at her.
He nodded in agreement with her. He wasn't going to keep things like that from her again. "You got it babe. I'm sorry I didn't tell you to begin with." she kissed him and he grinned at her. "Ohhh I am thinking you are the best girlfriend a guy could ask for, babe." he kissed her with a little more force this time. His hands wrapping around her waist, keeping her close. He loved this woman, far more then he had loved anything in his life. More then his work. More then he ever possibly expected. And she was his. She loved him back, it was better then he ever expected.
"Are you hungry? I can order food...or I can go bitch slap some bitches for talking about ya." he laughed.
Bridgette Desmarias - September 16, 2010 03:22 AM (GMT)
Bridgette wanted to do nothing more then to push the rumor behind them and have a great evening with Ethan, but the reality was that it wasn't going to happen. No matter how hard Ethan tried to distract her, it was true. Maybe not to the extent that the rumor had become, but she did feel guilty for dating after Zach. In truth, Zach and Bridgette's marriage had not been the picture perfect life the vow had promised. She had married a stranger, though a stranger she had strong feelings for. But she was hardly given time to get to know him before he was ripped away from her, leaving Ethan to pick up the pieces. Once she could stand on her own two feet, Matthew came in to the picture. Bridgette's feelings were messed up to say the least, and she just needed time to sort them out. But life is tough, and she would just have to work through it; but the best part was that she always had Ethan.
Bridgette blushed and happily returned his affectionate actions before laying her head on his chest and closing her eyes. It was not until now that the tiredness finally hit her, leaving her completely emotionally and physically drained. Bridgette just wanted to sleep through all of the trouble around her, wanting it to go away while she was asleep. But it never seemed that easy, even if it would be nice if it was. She looked up at Ethan lovingly, amazed that he was sticking with her once again through a hard time. Not many guys would do that, she didn't see Matthew rushing to her door to comfort her about it or breaking a guys nose for her. She couldn't help but wonder if he even would given the chance. "A bit," she admitted, even though she had already eaten at the cafe. "How about I make us something?" she asked, happily willing to concentrate on something else besides her love life. She sent Ethan a stern but playful glare, "Don't even think about it Ethan, as tempting as it sounds; I don't think that would help our case if you hit them. Besides, I don't think you could ever hit a girl cutie."
Ethan Manning - September 17, 2010 08:43 PM (GMT)
He knew that despite it all she would be offering to make something, like it was her way of dealing with things by cooking. Giving her something that she can control to focus on. He didn't blame her and it always came out amazing. He held her tight before he had to chuckle at the look she gave him. "Okay you are right, I wouldn't hit a girl and if you want to make something. Go for it. I know you like to cook when you are upset." he tapped her nose.
He picked her up and set her off of his lap before standing up himself and stretching just a bit. He looked down at her and rubbed her head playfully. "You do know however, that any man that continues to speak ill of my woman will be facing some serious consequences." he looked serious for a moment before grinning.
He wasn't a violent guy but some how the idea of anyone speaking badly about someone so amazingly sweet really bothered him. He wasn't about to start fights but if he heard something, he'd put an end to it. Simple as that. "Sooo whatcha gonna make cutie?" he asked with a wink.
Bridgette Desmarias - September 27, 2010 10:17 AM (GMT)
She smiled lightly at Ethan, knowing that he understood everything about her. It was a talent he had that set him apart from every guy she had been in a relationship with. She never had to explain herself, he instantly knew everything that she had yet to say. This came from being such close friends for a long time, through everything that had happened in the previous months. It was nothing less than exhausting, and Bridgette did not think that she would have made it without him. It was just one of the things that she loved about Ethan and another thing she loved about their relationship.
Bridgette watched from the her newly acquired seat on the couch as Ethan stood up and stretched, her thoughts temporarily distracted by how cute he looked as he did this. She glared up playfully at him, feigning anger for him messing up her hair. She stood up, not bothering to fix her hair and hugged Ethan tightly. "Thank you," she told him truthfully, flattered at how protective he was of her.
Bridgette bit her lip in thought, determining what she would cook for the both of them. "I think I will make lasagna," she announced having had lasagna randomly pop in to her head, "And maybe afterwords cupcakes." She had almost said cookies- but on second thought it came to mind that cookies were Matthew's favorite baked goods. She had made them for him and she did not exactly want to think about that right now with all the rumors going around. She would rather ignore those memories that kept popping up in her head. So instead she decided cupcakes were the next best thing. And with that she walked into the kitchen, determined to make a good meal for the both of them. She sent a small smile over her shoulder at Ethan, not wanting it to come off that she was angry at him- she was just upset and deep in thought. Nothing of that was his fault.