Post by lalogan on May 8, 2008 22:17:17 GMT -5
Although I find all of MissJr's "Shattered Dreams: A Bricky Tale" wonderful, I think the most delicious part is the confrontation between Pigget and Satanie -- watching those two hateful harpies tear each other to shreds, especially in light of how much crap they've been allowed to get away with on the show, never fails to bring a smile to my face. So I've decided to cut and paste all the excerpts so they read like one fanfic.
For the uninitiated, the fic begins the day after Brooke discovered Ugly N. Stupid and Pigget tonguing each other and swearing their undying love to each other, just minutes before GarBridge's wedding. On the show, Brooke called off the wedding. But MissJr chose to build on that, and make the pervs, Ugly and Pigget, really be held accountable for their sicko actions.
Also, in this fic, MissJr makes Eric actually possess a spine, and throw Satanie's nasty, slutty ass out after discovering her 40-plus-year deception regarding Ugly N. Stupid's paternity. Also, she writes the various other characters -- Katie, Kristin, Felicia -- as they really are, undoing all the ways DumbBell has screwed them up.
Anyway, here, without further ado, is the confrontation between Satanie and Pigget:
Stephanie's mouth formed into a round "O" of surprise as she looked through the paned glass of the front door. Horrified, she angrily flung the door open and glowered at her visitor.
"May I help you?" She asked disdainfully as if she were speaking to an annoying door-to-door peddler.
Bridget merely looked Stephanie up and down, nonplussed by her attitude. "I'm here to check on the children—and Ridge," she responded haughtily as she attempted to enter the house. However, Stephanie deftly blocked her entrance and refused to budge.
"And Ridge? Honey, you are just way too transparent." Stephanie coolly observed as she took in Bridget's sexed-up appearance. "Well, little girl, I'm sorry to disappoint you but Ridge isn't here right now. So I'm afraid you tarted yourself up for nothing! I would strongly suggest you turn right around, get back in your car and go home!"
"Excuse me but do you actually LIVE here now?" Bridget rudely demanded, thinking that Stephanie had some nerve. Who did the bitch think she was?!
"As a matter of fact, I do live here." Stephanie smugly replied.
Bridget audibly gasped as this bit of news clearly took her by surprise. However, her surprise turned into determination. She was not about to let this old buffalo bulldoze over her.
"Well, the last time I checked, this was Ridge's house and YOU had a home of your own!" Bridget cheekily spoke up.
"My son needs me. You have brought nothing but confusion into his life, and I won't stand by anymore and allow it."
"Confusion? But, I—I—never—" Bridget sputtered as she attempted to deny Stephanie's accusation. However, her antagonist was having none of it and immediately cut her off.
"Yes—confusion! There is nothing more natural than a sister helping her brother and his family out during a crisis, and for that, you are to be commended. But, you couldn't stop there, could you? No! Instead you took advantage of Ridge's grief," Stephanie accused as Bridget's eyes widened in shock. "Well, don't think I don't know what you've been up to. It is nasty and it is WRONG! It ends NOW—today. Do you understand me? TODAY! Go somewhere and get a man of your own—preferably someone your own age and one who isn't related to you. There is, nor can there ever be, NOTHING between you and Ridge. Do you hear me? I will NOT have that kind of perversion around those children!"
"Well, you hear me!" Bridget stated as she boldly stepped to Stephanie, taking the older woman by surprise as she was forced to retreat slightly or get knocked down. "My brother told me that I am ALWAYS welcome in this house, and unless he personally tells me otherwise, that will always be the case. And, once and for all, get it straight. Ridge and I are NOT related so there is nothing perverted about what happened!"
Stephanie managed to recover from her initial astonishment. Her astonishment then turned into amusement. Could the girl really be that stupid and that daft, she wondered. No longer able to contain herself, she laughed out loud, a cackling crone's laugh that humiliated Bridget.
"Oh my God! Do you even hear yourself?" she jeered. "You sound like a complete fool!"
"Don't you dare laugh at me!" Bridget hissed.
"And, don't you get on your high horse with me!" Stephanie warned. "You are truly one sick, delusional little girl. Do you have ANY idea how ridiculous you sound right now? One minute, you're referring to Ridge as your brother. Yet, in the next breath you're attempting to 'straighten me out' by claiming you're not related just so you can justify your sick lusts!"
Mortified by her slip of tongue, Bridget was speechless. Her mortification then turned into frustration. Frustration because her plans were being thwarted. Frustration that she had been caught in yet another of the contradictions and lies that inevitably arose whenever she or Ridge attempted to explain the unthinkable. Frustration because this woman could see right through her and stood in the way of what she wanted. Bridget's frustration gave way to anger, an unreasoning anger that made her want to hurt this demented old bat because she had hurt her. This caused Bridget to lash out and say the very first thing that came to her mind.
"Oh, GROW UP!" Bridget snarled like a rabid animal, baring her teeth. "You know exactly what I meant!"
"YOU grow up!" Stephanie yelled. She was getting well and truly fed up with this girl's impudence. "No, I DON'T know exactly what you meant. But, I am going to tell you the way it is. This relationship you THINK you're having with Ridge only exists in your head! Now, I'm not going to tell you again. You are NOT welcome here! I don't want you around Ridge, and I don't want you around those children. In fact, I want you out of this house!" Stephanie said firmly, grabbing Bridget's right arm and trying to force her out the door.
If Stephanie had been surprised before by Bridget's cheek, she was even more shocked as Bridget yanked her arm out of her grasp. Bridget then angrily slapped Stephanie's hand away from her, a move that outraged Stephanie.
"Get your hands OFF of me!" Bridget shouted. "Now, listen up because I'm going to tell YOU how it is!" Bridget yelled as she pointed her index finger in a shocked Stephanie's face. "Just where do you get off talking to me like that? Putting your hands on me? Old woman, you've got the whole game twisted! Obviously, you didn't hear me the first time when I told you I'm not going anywhere. Well, here's a newsflash. I'm not my mother! Got it? You might have beaten her down and worn her out until you finally got her out of Ridge's life. Well, guess what old woman ... you're NOT getting rid of me that easily!"
"Little girl, you've got five seconds to get that finger out of my face or else!" Stephanie warned.
"Or else what?" A defiant Bridget demanded. "What are you going to do?"
Stephanie's cornflower blue eyes glittered dangerously and she took a step toward Bridget. "Or else I'll snatch you bald, slap you into next Tuesday AND I'll shove that finger so far up a particular orifice of your body that you won't be able to sit down for a MONTH!" Stephanie sneered.
A shocked Bridget hesitated barely a second. She could take this old buffalo on, she thought. However, she remembered the whispered stories from her childhood that no one in the family dared to discuss openly—stories about physical assaults and other vicious acts. Would the woman actually strike her? She had no doubt that a physical confrontation would be brutal. If she and the hag got into it, who would actually win? Did she really want to chance it? In the end, self-preservation won out over pride. Bridget slowly lowered her index finger and glowered at Stephanie.
"You are evil!" Bridget yelled.
"No, Bridget. I'm not evil—just a mother and grandmother determined to protect her family at all costs!"
"This isn't even YOUR house! It's Ridge's, and he said—"
"I don't CARE what Ridge said! I should have known that woman's evil and nastiness would corrupt you sooner or later. Such wickedness I've never seen! Trying to convince Ridge that you're the perfect woman for him. Confusing those children and trying to convince them that you should be their mother. Making a shameless spectacle of yourself at the wedding yesterday!"
"How many times do I have to explain this?" Bridget yelled in frustration. "Read my lips. We are not related!"
"And you read my lips. Ridge doesn't want you." Stephanie replied.
"Where did Ridge go anyway?" Bridget snapped in irritation, ignoring Stephanie's claim. Why did the woman keep lying like this, she wondered.
"What do you care? I thought you were here to check on the children?" Stephanie shrewdly reminded Bridget, who was fit to be tied by now.
"I am!"
"Sure you are," Stephanie chuckled. "In answer to your question, Ridge has gone off to find your mother to convince her to give him another chance."
A disbelieving Bridget's stomach lurched. "You lie!"
"You could at least pretend to be supportive of Ridge's choice."
"Oh, like you are!"
"I don't need to pretend. See, that's the difference between you and me. Everybody knows where I stand. There's no way in the world I would have given Brooke and Ridge my blessing, stood up for them and then tried to snag the groom for myself. You did all that and had the nerve to act outraged after the wedding was aborted."
"I was outraged! I couldn't believe what was happening. The last thing I wanted was for my mother to think I ruined her wedding on purpose."
"So it's all about you then?" Stephanie asked mockingly.
"THAT'S not what I said!" Bridget hotly denied.
"No, that is exactly what you said. I was there, remember? You weren't that concerned about hurting your mother. You were more concerned about what people would think about your role in it. You put on your tight dress and gobs of lip gloss to, as you say, check on the children and Ridge. In the little bit of time you've been here, not ONCE did you express any concern for your mother! In fact, you were more upset about Ridge chasing after her. Now, what were you saying about being outraged yesterday?"
"Go to HELL!" An angry Bridget screamed as her face became mottled.
"Little girl—I vacation there!" Stephanie retorted with a wintry smile.
Bridget visibly shrank in fear. Was her mind playing tricks on her, or did Stephanie just literally sprout a set of horns and a tail? Or were those snakes she saw writhing from Stephanie's scalp? Only a fiend from the very bowels of hell itself would actually brag about vacationing there, Bridget thought. Bridget shook her head as if she was clearing her vision. Instead of a demon or a Gorgon, Bridget saw a face that was open and amazingly honest in its expressions. The eyes were cunning and the mouth was curled into a smile that could only be described as mocking. How she itched to slap that smile off the witch's face! However, that impulse was greatly tempered by some good old-fashioned common sense.
"There is something seriously wrong with you," Bridget breathlessly remarked. "I didn't think it was possible, but you are the sickest and most demented person I've ever met in my entire life!"
"Your entire life?" Stephanie laughed. "And exactly how old are you again?"
"I—"
"SHUT UP!" Stephanie abruptly barked. "I'm simply tired of this argument and I'm tired of you! As far as I'm concerned, Ridge is a non-issue where you're concerned. Period. End of discussion—OVER!" Stephanie yelled, raising her hand and making a slashing gesture.
"How dare you?" An outraged Bridget gasped. "Ridge is going to hear about this!"
"When? Before or after he returns from his honeymoon?" Stephanie maliciously smirked.
"I don't believe you," Bridget said pitifully.
"And I don't believe you. You really get off on being the victim, don't you?"
"I AM the victim!" Bridget shrieked. "My mother SLEPT with my husband and had his baby! Then to add insult to injury, she acts as if I'm supposed to be pleased by her little blessed event."
"Lower your voice," Stephanie muttered. "Those children don't need to overhear you down hear making all this noise."
"Why shouldn't they overhear it?" An emboldened Bridget demanded, her eyes blazing. Convinced of the rightness of her cause, she continued. "They have been fooled and bamboozled long enough. They actually believe that Mom will be a good mother to them, and Ridge thinks she'll be a good influence on them. Well I know better. And don't even get me started on Hope!"
"As much as it kills me, Bridget, those children happen to love Brooke and they adore Hope—or at least the girls do. That child didn't pick the circumstances of her birth. Nor, did she have any control over the selfish actions of her parents."
"So, what are you saying? That I'm just supposed to accept this?"
"What I'm saying is that those children have been through enough as it is without Ridge having to explain how Hope happens to have one, two or maybe three daddies!" Stephanie sarcastically commented.
"Humph! Well, I could tell them horror stories about how all of this got started!" Bridget sniffed.
"How all this got started? I see. So that means you'll give them the full story then—including your and your brother's roles in this mess?"
"MY ROLE?!" Bridget screamed in disbelief. "What did I do?" She asked, conveniently ignoring Stephanie's mentioning of Rick.
"You would have the unmitigated gall to stand there and ask me that?" Stephanie derisively demanded, as she looked Bridget up and down with utter disdain. "Your ROLE, little girl, is this. No—let me rephrase that. This mess started with your brother! HE was the one who brought that piece of trash, Deacon, into our family's lives. HE was the one who dug him up from the rock he was living under just so that he could BUY a baby!"
"One that you were more than happy to pay good money for!" Bridget cheekily reminded Stephanie. As was her wont, however, Stephanie ignored Bridget's comment, which hit a little too closely to home. Instead, she redoubled her verbal attack on the girl and came at her with both guns blazing.
"And what did you do?" Stephanie sneered, getting in Bridget's face close enough for the girl to see into her nostrils. "You sneak out on a date behind your mother's back and the next thing we all knew, you invited that trash to your brother's wedding. In fact, you practically snuck him in and chose NOT to tell anyone who he was! Then you had the nerve to act all 'surprised' when your father and brothers objected and wanted to put his ass out. How could you not have known that when you hid the identity of your 'mystery date' that there wouldn't have been some drama?"
"Don't you TALK to me like that!"
"I'll talk to you like THAT and any other way I like!" Stephanie retorted, the spittle practically flying out of her mouth. "You need to hear this because no one else in your family is going to speak this candidly to you, and probably never has. You have shamelessly blamed your father and mother for decisions that YOU chose to make with your eyes wide open. They sat back and let you get away with it because of the guilt trip you laid on them. Well, let me tell you something, missy, I don't want to hear it anymore! YOU are the one who snuck your fast ass to Las Vegas to marry a stranger after—what—one or two dates! Who the hell does that, Bridget?"
Stephanie only received a stony glare, pursed lips and a pair of folded arms in response to her question. Undaunted, she continued. "Oh, but you did manage to pick up the phone and call your parents so I guess you deserve some credit for thinking of someone other than yourself. I happen to know for a fact that Eric and Brooke both begged you to return home and not to do anything foolish. They both knew that Deacon was only using you, but what did you do? You married him anyway and then came back home to drop this bombshell on them. Married, still in high school, and hadn't even taken your finals or attended your prom yet."
For the second time that day, tears began to pool in Bridget's eyes. First CJ; now this water buffalo! What the hell was this anyway? "Let's All Pile on Bridget Day?" or something? Like a spoiled child unaccustomed to a scolding, she wondered how everything suddenly became all her fault. "You are wrong!" Bridget sobbed. "My parents didn't care! They actually listened to me and Deacon having sex over the phone and blamed him for it!"
"Didn't care?" Stephanie asked. By now, she had worked herself up into a lather. She placed her hands on her broad hips and circled Bridget and glared at her with disgust. As angry as she was at Eric, she was not about to stand by and hear him slandered. "I happen to know for a fact that your father was literally devastated. He literally begged you to annul your marriage to that scum, but you wouldn't do it. You stood there and allowed that scum to ridicule and disrespect your father. He knew you were making a mistake, but you wouldn't listen. I was the one who consoled your father when he cried over you! And your mother's behavior notwithstanding, Eric told me that she was also devastated. She blamed Amber instead of Rick. Meanwhile, you conveniently blamed them for your decision to elope to Las Vegas. I mean—HOW—does that even happen, Bridget? Could you just explain that to me? HOW do you deliberately create this drama and actually blame your parents for it and then whine because they don't support it? What shocks me even more is that they actually took it and allowed you to repeatedly disrespect them and talk to them any kind of way. Well, I'll tell you one thing. Say what you want about me, but my children know better! There's never been any doubt in MY household who the parent and who the child was—even now. Now, am I defending your mother? No. But, I DO want you to grow the hell up and take responsibility for the mess you helped to create. It's called learning to sleep in the bed you made!"
Bridget tears were falling freely by now and she began to bawl. "You lying, horrid old WITCH!" She screamed.
"Watch your mouth," Stephanie warned.
"I'll tell Ridge! No—I'll tell my father! I'll tell him EVERYTHING! You want to talk about a someone creating a mess!" Bridget cried. "What about the mess YOU created because you couldn't keep your legs closed? I'll tell Dad how you knew all along about Ridge; how you LIED and kept on lying for years; how you and Massimo swore me to secrecy! I'll even tell him about the REAL reason you recommended that school in Copenhagen. You knew! You KNEW about me and Ridge, and you couldn't stand it. You were jealous—jealous because I could give him the one thing YOU could not! And by the time I'm done, my father will dump your fat ass like a sack of soggy potatoes!" Bridget spitefully sniped.
At that, Stephanie's rage knew no bounds. She quickly reared herself up to her full height. "Why, you nasty little—" An enraged Stephanie balled her right hand into a fist and raised it, poised to strike with the goal of knocking Bridget's teeth down her throat. However, she was unexpectedly thwarted as another hand forcefully grabbed hers from behind. Angered by the interruption, Stephanie turned, prepared to unleash her fury on her intruder. However, some of the wind was knocked out of her sails when she came face to face with a shocked Katherine, whose eyes were as wide as saucers.
"My God! The children and I could hear you two all the way upstairs! What in the world are you people doing? " Katherine asked.
Stephanie and Bridget had the good grace to look embarrassed and guilty like two small children whose hands were caught in the proverbial cookie jar. There was little doubt that Ridge would be informed about their behavior; now they each wondered how to finesse things to her own advantage.
Katherine looked at both women as if they were crazy. What in the world had she walked in on? While she was under no illusions about either Stephanie or Bridget when it came to pursuing their own agendas, she certainly expected them to act in a civilized manner. She did not know which was worse, the horrible slurs, filthy language or their total lack of regard for the young children within earshot of their fight. Although Katherine did not hear everything that was said, she heard enough. She was grateful that the girls, who adored Brooke and Hope, could not fully comprehend the shocking accusations that Bridget hurled against her own mother. Were they true, Katherine wondered. And what was this about Stephanie and Massimo? Even more shocking were the crude accusations that Bridget made against Stephanie, all but implying that the older woman had incestuous feelings for her own son. Based on her own observations of Bridget’s behavior toward Ridge in recent months, Katherine thought some serious psychological projecting was going on. She resisted the urge to say, “Good afternoon, Pot. I want you to meet Kettle.” Instead, she looked at both Stephanie and Bridget with repugnance. It was clear to her that neither woman had any shame and only looked ashamed now because they were exposed. As far as Katherine was concerned both women were positively insane and had absolutely no business being around small children.
Stephanie glared first at Katherine and then Bridget. This was all Bridget’s fault, she decided. If the girl had simply left when she told her to, none of this would have happened. Now those babies were traumatized!
Bridget immediately sensed that Stephanie would blame her for what happened. What else was new? Well, she’s not getting away with it, she thought angrily. Nor did she appreciate Katherine's judgmental attitude or the predatory way she acted as if she was Ridge's wife instead of the children's nanny.
“Et tu, Katherine?” Bridget sneered in a voice dripping with scorn.
“I beg your pardon?” A confused Katherine asked.
“Protecting your territory—Ridge? How pathetic! Why don't you just lift your leg and pee on him instead?” Bridget rudely sniped.
“Oh—wait a minute! Hold up,” Katherine said in astonishment as she held her hand up. “I just know I’m hearing things. Maybe you're still reeling from yesterday's 'excitement' or something. Now I don’t know what your problem is, but I deeply resent your tone and your insinuations.”
“You're giving her way too much credit, Katherine. You're not hearing things at all,” Stephanie angrily snapped, appalled at what she just heard. “This girl has no shame whatsoever! None! And when it comes to dogs lifting up their legs to pee on somebody, you're a fine one to talk, missy!”
"How dare you?" Bridget gasped.
Katherine rolled her eyes in exasperation. “With all due respect, Mrs. Forrester, I don’t think you’re helping matters any,” she firmly chided.
“Well, I’m sorry, but this child isn’t going to march in here and announce what she’s going to do and what she’s not going to do. Now do you see what I had to deal with? She was asked very politely to leave and look at the mess she created!” Stephanie accused.
“Asked politely?!” Bridget yelled, finding her tongue. “Oh my God! You are such a liar! Maybe your definition of ‘asking politely’ is different from mine, but since when is physically assaulting someone being polite? And you better believe Ridge is going to hear about this!”
“And just what will you tell Ridge? I never physical assaulted you, and you know it!” Stephanie yelled, conveniently forgetting how she tried to throw Bridget bodily out of Ridge's house. She also conveniently forgot that Katherine had just restrained her moments before from giving Bridget five across the lip.
Katherine pursed her lips in disgust. She was this close to tendering her resignation. Let these two witches haggle over Ridge's soul at their own leisure. Who needed the headaches? However, the thought of leaving the children alone with these two she-wolves gave her considerable pause. One was considered a classy patrician and matriarch of a fine family. The other was considered the crown jewel of the same fine family. As far as Katherine was concerned, they were no better than the trashy, semi-literate, foul-mouthed, and violent slatterns that appeared on Jerry Springer. The only difference, in Katherine's mind, was Stephanie and Bridget's Beverly Hills zip code. How ironic that they practically came to blows over a man to whom they were both related.
“Ladies, perhaps you could both tone it down? You've repeatedly said that the children are your primary concern, but I sure can't tell. These children have been through enough as it is without this kind of ill-mannered—"
“I don’t need you to patronize me!” Bridget retorted. “There’s nothing wrong with my manners, thank you very much.”
“Really?” Stephanie butted in, placing a hand on her right hip. “Not only are you ill-mannered, but you evidently don’t have sense enough to know when you’ve worn out your welcome.”
“Pffttt!” Bridget snorted. “Now that’s rich coming from you! I’m sure that Ridge just rolled out the welcome mat for you, didn’t he? You have a husband at home, but somehow or another, you're actually living here now.”
At the sound of Katherine’s sharp intake of breath, Stephanie knew that Katherine had caught her in an obvious lie. Leave it to Bridget to mess everything up, she thought bitterly. While it was, indeed, true that Ridge did not exactly invite her to move in; his one-night-only invitation was just a matter of semantics as far as she was concerned. She still had to finagle her way back into her own home, and Jonathan dumping her as a client was just a temporary setback. Despite Katherine's presence, Stephanie decided to ride this lie out as far as she could, believing she could count on the younger woman's discretion not to expose her "untruth."
"Whether I'm living here or not is of no concern to you!" Stephanie snapped defensively.
"It is if you're negatively affecting the children as Katherine said," Bridget coolly responded, ignoring that Katherine's comments were directed at her as well.
"You little piece of—" Stephanie started toward Bridget again. This time, she was interrupted by a hurt and confused Phoebe.
"Grandma? Aunt Bwidget … why is everybody yelling? Did Bwooke do something bad?" Phoebe asked.
For the uninitiated, the fic begins the day after Brooke discovered Ugly N. Stupid and Pigget tonguing each other and swearing their undying love to each other, just minutes before GarBridge's wedding. On the show, Brooke called off the wedding. But MissJr chose to build on that, and make the pervs, Ugly and Pigget, really be held accountable for their sicko actions.
Also, in this fic, MissJr makes Eric actually possess a spine, and throw Satanie's nasty, slutty ass out after discovering her 40-plus-year deception regarding Ugly N. Stupid's paternity. Also, she writes the various other characters -- Katie, Kristin, Felicia -- as they really are, undoing all the ways DumbBell has screwed them up.
Anyway, here, without further ado, is the confrontation between Satanie and Pigget:
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Stephanie's mouth formed into a round "O" of surprise as she looked through the paned glass of the front door. Horrified, she angrily flung the door open and glowered at her visitor.
"May I help you?" She asked disdainfully as if she were speaking to an annoying door-to-door peddler.
Bridget merely looked Stephanie up and down, nonplussed by her attitude. "I'm here to check on the children—and Ridge," she responded haughtily as she attempted to enter the house. However, Stephanie deftly blocked her entrance and refused to budge.
"And Ridge? Honey, you are just way too transparent." Stephanie coolly observed as she took in Bridget's sexed-up appearance. "Well, little girl, I'm sorry to disappoint you but Ridge isn't here right now. So I'm afraid you tarted yourself up for nothing! I would strongly suggest you turn right around, get back in your car and go home!"
"Excuse me but do you actually LIVE here now?" Bridget rudely demanded, thinking that Stephanie had some nerve. Who did the bitch think she was?!
"As a matter of fact, I do live here." Stephanie smugly replied.
Bridget audibly gasped as this bit of news clearly took her by surprise. However, her surprise turned into determination. She was not about to let this old buffalo bulldoze over her.
"Well, the last time I checked, this was Ridge's house and YOU had a home of your own!" Bridget cheekily spoke up.
"My son needs me. You have brought nothing but confusion into his life, and I won't stand by anymore and allow it."
"Confusion? But, I—I—never—" Bridget sputtered as she attempted to deny Stephanie's accusation. However, her antagonist was having none of it and immediately cut her off.
"Yes—confusion! There is nothing more natural than a sister helping her brother and his family out during a crisis, and for that, you are to be commended. But, you couldn't stop there, could you? No! Instead you took advantage of Ridge's grief," Stephanie accused as Bridget's eyes widened in shock. "Well, don't think I don't know what you've been up to. It is nasty and it is WRONG! It ends NOW—today. Do you understand me? TODAY! Go somewhere and get a man of your own—preferably someone your own age and one who isn't related to you. There is, nor can there ever be, NOTHING between you and Ridge. Do you hear me? I will NOT have that kind of perversion around those children!"
"Well, you hear me!" Bridget stated as she boldly stepped to Stephanie, taking the older woman by surprise as she was forced to retreat slightly or get knocked down. "My brother told me that I am ALWAYS welcome in this house, and unless he personally tells me otherwise, that will always be the case. And, once and for all, get it straight. Ridge and I are NOT related so there is nothing perverted about what happened!"
Stephanie managed to recover from her initial astonishment. Her astonishment then turned into amusement. Could the girl really be that stupid and that daft, she wondered. No longer able to contain herself, she laughed out loud, a cackling crone's laugh that humiliated Bridget.
"Oh my God! Do you even hear yourself?" she jeered. "You sound like a complete fool!"
"Don't you dare laugh at me!" Bridget hissed.
"And, don't you get on your high horse with me!" Stephanie warned. "You are truly one sick, delusional little girl. Do you have ANY idea how ridiculous you sound right now? One minute, you're referring to Ridge as your brother. Yet, in the next breath you're attempting to 'straighten me out' by claiming you're not related just so you can justify your sick lusts!"
Mortified by her slip of tongue, Bridget was speechless. Her mortification then turned into frustration. Frustration because her plans were being thwarted. Frustration that she had been caught in yet another of the contradictions and lies that inevitably arose whenever she or Ridge attempted to explain the unthinkable. Frustration because this woman could see right through her and stood in the way of what she wanted. Bridget's frustration gave way to anger, an unreasoning anger that made her want to hurt this demented old bat because she had hurt her. This caused Bridget to lash out and say the very first thing that came to her mind.
"Oh, GROW UP!" Bridget snarled like a rabid animal, baring her teeth. "You know exactly what I meant!"
"YOU grow up!" Stephanie yelled. She was getting well and truly fed up with this girl's impudence. "No, I DON'T know exactly what you meant. But, I am going to tell you the way it is. This relationship you THINK you're having with Ridge only exists in your head! Now, I'm not going to tell you again. You are NOT welcome here! I don't want you around Ridge, and I don't want you around those children. In fact, I want you out of this house!" Stephanie said firmly, grabbing Bridget's right arm and trying to force her out the door.
If Stephanie had been surprised before by Bridget's cheek, she was even more shocked as Bridget yanked her arm out of her grasp. Bridget then angrily slapped Stephanie's hand away from her, a move that outraged Stephanie.
"Get your hands OFF of me!" Bridget shouted. "Now, listen up because I'm going to tell YOU how it is!" Bridget yelled as she pointed her index finger in a shocked Stephanie's face. "Just where do you get off talking to me like that? Putting your hands on me? Old woman, you've got the whole game twisted! Obviously, you didn't hear me the first time when I told you I'm not going anywhere. Well, here's a newsflash. I'm not my mother! Got it? You might have beaten her down and worn her out until you finally got her out of Ridge's life. Well, guess what old woman ... you're NOT getting rid of me that easily!"
"Little girl, you've got five seconds to get that finger out of my face or else!" Stephanie warned.
"Or else what?" A defiant Bridget demanded. "What are you going to do?"
Stephanie's cornflower blue eyes glittered dangerously and she took a step toward Bridget. "Or else I'll snatch you bald, slap you into next Tuesday AND I'll shove that finger so far up a particular orifice of your body that you won't be able to sit down for a MONTH!" Stephanie sneered.
A shocked Bridget hesitated barely a second. She could take this old buffalo on, she thought. However, she remembered the whispered stories from her childhood that no one in the family dared to discuss openly—stories about physical assaults and other vicious acts. Would the woman actually strike her? She had no doubt that a physical confrontation would be brutal. If she and the hag got into it, who would actually win? Did she really want to chance it? In the end, self-preservation won out over pride. Bridget slowly lowered her index finger and glowered at Stephanie.
"You are evil!" Bridget yelled.
"No, Bridget. I'm not evil—just a mother and grandmother determined to protect her family at all costs!"
"This isn't even YOUR house! It's Ridge's, and he said—"
"I don't CARE what Ridge said! I should have known that woman's evil and nastiness would corrupt you sooner or later. Such wickedness I've never seen! Trying to convince Ridge that you're the perfect woman for him. Confusing those children and trying to convince them that you should be their mother. Making a shameless spectacle of yourself at the wedding yesterday!"
"How many times do I have to explain this?" Bridget yelled in frustration. "Read my lips. We are not related!"
"And you read my lips. Ridge doesn't want you." Stephanie replied.
"Where did Ridge go anyway?" Bridget snapped in irritation, ignoring Stephanie's claim. Why did the woman keep lying like this, she wondered.
"What do you care? I thought you were here to check on the children?" Stephanie shrewdly reminded Bridget, who was fit to be tied by now.
"I am!"
"Sure you are," Stephanie chuckled. "In answer to your question, Ridge has gone off to find your mother to convince her to give him another chance."
A disbelieving Bridget's stomach lurched. "You lie!"
"You could at least pretend to be supportive of Ridge's choice."
"Oh, like you are!"
"I don't need to pretend. See, that's the difference between you and me. Everybody knows where I stand. There's no way in the world I would have given Brooke and Ridge my blessing, stood up for them and then tried to snag the groom for myself. You did all that and had the nerve to act outraged after the wedding was aborted."
"I was outraged! I couldn't believe what was happening. The last thing I wanted was for my mother to think I ruined her wedding on purpose."
"So it's all about you then?" Stephanie asked mockingly.
"THAT'S not what I said!" Bridget hotly denied.
"No, that is exactly what you said. I was there, remember? You weren't that concerned about hurting your mother. You were more concerned about what people would think about your role in it. You put on your tight dress and gobs of lip gloss to, as you say, check on the children and Ridge. In the little bit of time you've been here, not ONCE did you express any concern for your mother! In fact, you were more upset about Ridge chasing after her. Now, what were you saying about being outraged yesterday?"
"Go to HELL!" An angry Bridget screamed as her face became mottled.
"Little girl—I vacation there!" Stephanie retorted with a wintry smile.
Bridget visibly shrank in fear. Was her mind playing tricks on her, or did Stephanie just literally sprout a set of horns and a tail? Or were those snakes she saw writhing from Stephanie's scalp? Only a fiend from the very bowels of hell itself would actually brag about vacationing there, Bridget thought. Bridget shook her head as if she was clearing her vision. Instead of a demon or a Gorgon, Bridget saw a face that was open and amazingly honest in its expressions. The eyes were cunning and the mouth was curled into a smile that could only be described as mocking. How she itched to slap that smile off the witch's face! However, that impulse was greatly tempered by some good old-fashioned common sense.
"There is something seriously wrong with you," Bridget breathlessly remarked. "I didn't think it was possible, but you are the sickest and most demented person I've ever met in my entire life!"
"Your entire life?" Stephanie laughed. "And exactly how old are you again?"
"I—"
"SHUT UP!" Stephanie abruptly barked. "I'm simply tired of this argument and I'm tired of you! As far as I'm concerned, Ridge is a non-issue where you're concerned. Period. End of discussion—OVER!" Stephanie yelled, raising her hand and making a slashing gesture.
"How dare you?" An outraged Bridget gasped. "Ridge is going to hear about this!"
"When? Before or after he returns from his honeymoon?" Stephanie maliciously smirked.
"I don't believe you," Bridget said pitifully.
"And I don't believe you. You really get off on being the victim, don't you?"
"I AM the victim!" Bridget shrieked. "My mother SLEPT with my husband and had his baby! Then to add insult to injury, she acts as if I'm supposed to be pleased by her little blessed event."
"Lower your voice," Stephanie muttered. "Those children don't need to overhear you down hear making all this noise."
"Why shouldn't they overhear it?" An emboldened Bridget demanded, her eyes blazing. Convinced of the rightness of her cause, she continued. "They have been fooled and bamboozled long enough. They actually believe that Mom will be a good mother to them, and Ridge thinks she'll be a good influence on them. Well I know better. And don't even get me started on Hope!"
"As much as it kills me, Bridget, those children happen to love Brooke and they adore Hope—or at least the girls do. That child didn't pick the circumstances of her birth. Nor, did she have any control over the selfish actions of her parents."
"So, what are you saying? That I'm just supposed to accept this?"
"What I'm saying is that those children have been through enough as it is without Ridge having to explain how Hope happens to have one, two or maybe three daddies!" Stephanie sarcastically commented.
"Humph! Well, I could tell them horror stories about how all of this got started!" Bridget sniffed.
"How all this got started? I see. So that means you'll give them the full story then—including your and your brother's roles in this mess?"
"MY ROLE?!" Bridget screamed in disbelief. "What did I do?" She asked, conveniently ignoring Stephanie's mentioning of Rick.
"You would have the unmitigated gall to stand there and ask me that?" Stephanie derisively demanded, as she looked Bridget up and down with utter disdain. "Your ROLE, little girl, is this. No—let me rephrase that. This mess started with your brother! HE was the one who brought that piece of trash, Deacon, into our family's lives. HE was the one who dug him up from the rock he was living under just so that he could BUY a baby!"
"One that you were more than happy to pay good money for!" Bridget cheekily reminded Stephanie. As was her wont, however, Stephanie ignored Bridget's comment, which hit a little too closely to home. Instead, she redoubled her verbal attack on the girl and came at her with both guns blazing.
"And what did you do?" Stephanie sneered, getting in Bridget's face close enough for the girl to see into her nostrils. "You sneak out on a date behind your mother's back and the next thing we all knew, you invited that trash to your brother's wedding. In fact, you practically snuck him in and chose NOT to tell anyone who he was! Then you had the nerve to act all 'surprised' when your father and brothers objected and wanted to put his ass out. How could you not have known that when you hid the identity of your 'mystery date' that there wouldn't have been some drama?"
"Don't you TALK to me like that!"
"I'll talk to you like THAT and any other way I like!" Stephanie retorted, the spittle practically flying out of her mouth. "You need to hear this because no one else in your family is going to speak this candidly to you, and probably never has. You have shamelessly blamed your father and mother for decisions that YOU chose to make with your eyes wide open. They sat back and let you get away with it because of the guilt trip you laid on them. Well, let me tell you something, missy, I don't want to hear it anymore! YOU are the one who snuck your fast ass to Las Vegas to marry a stranger after—what—one or two dates! Who the hell does that, Bridget?"
Stephanie only received a stony glare, pursed lips and a pair of folded arms in response to her question. Undaunted, she continued. "Oh, but you did manage to pick up the phone and call your parents so I guess you deserve some credit for thinking of someone other than yourself. I happen to know for a fact that Eric and Brooke both begged you to return home and not to do anything foolish. They both knew that Deacon was only using you, but what did you do? You married him anyway and then came back home to drop this bombshell on them. Married, still in high school, and hadn't even taken your finals or attended your prom yet."
For the second time that day, tears began to pool in Bridget's eyes. First CJ; now this water buffalo! What the hell was this anyway? "Let's All Pile on Bridget Day?" or something? Like a spoiled child unaccustomed to a scolding, she wondered how everything suddenly became all her fault. "You are wrong!" Bridget sobbed. "My parents didn't care! They actually listened to me and Deacon having sex over the phone and blamed him for it!"
"Didn't care?" Stephanie asked. By now, she had worked herself up into a lather. She placed her hands on her broad hips and circled Bridget and glared at her with disgust. As angry as she was at Eric, she was not about to stand by and hear him slandered. "I happen to know for a fact that your father was literally devastated. He literally begged you to annul your marriage to that scum, but you wouldn't do it. You stood there and allowed that scum to ridicule and disrespect your father. He knew you were making a mistake, but you wouldn't listen. I was the one who consoled your father when he cried over you! And your mother's behavior notwithstanding, Eric told me that she was also devastated. She blamed Amber instead of Rick. Meanwhile, you conveniently blamed them for your decision to elope to Las Vegas. I mean—HOW—does that even happen, Bridget? Could you just explain that to me? HOW do you deliberately create this drama and actually blame your parents for it and then whine because they don't support it? What shocks me even more is that they actually took it and allowed you to repeatedly disrespect them and talk to them any kind of way. Well, I'll tell you one thing. Say what you want about me, but my children know better! There's never been any doubt in MY household who the parent and who the child was—even now. Now, am I defending your mother? No. But, I DO want you to grow the hell up and take responsibility for the mess you helped to create. It's called learning to sleep in the bed you made!"
Bridget tears were falling freely by now and she began to bawl. "You lying, horrid old WITCH!" She screamed.
"Watch your mouth," Stephanie warned.
"I'll tell Ridge! No—I'll tell my father! I'll tell him EVERYTHING! You want to talk about a someone creating a mess!" Bridget cried. "What about the mess YOU created because you couldn't keep your legs closed? I'll tell Dad how you knew all along about Ridge; how you LIED and kept on lying for years; how you and Massimo swore me to secrecy! I'll even tell him about the REAL reason you recommended that school in Copenhagen. You knew! You KNEW about me and Ridge, and you couldn't stand it. You were jealous—jealous because I could give him the one thing YOU could not! And by the time I'm done, my father will dump your fat ass like a sack of soggy potatoes!" Bridget spitefully sniped.
At that, Stephanie's rage knew no bounds. She quickly reared herself up to her full height. "Why, you nasty little—" An enraged Stephanie balled her right hand into a fist and raised it, poised to strike with the goal of knocking Bridget's teeth down her throat. However, she was unexpectedly thwarted as another hand forcefully grabbed hers from behind. Angered by the interruption, Stephanie turned, prepared to unleash her fury on her intruder. However, some of the wind was knocked out of her sails when she came face to face with a shocked Katherine, whose eyes were as wide as saucers.
"My God! The children and I could hear you two all the way upstairs! What in the world are you people doing? " Katherine asked.
Stephanie and Bridget had the good grace to look embarrassed and guilty like two small children whose hands were caught in the proverbial cookie jar. There was little doubt that Ridge would be informed about their behavior; now they each wondered how to finesse things to her own advantage.
Katherine looked at both women as if they were crazy. What in the world had she walked in on? While she was under no illusions about either Stephanie or Bridget when it came to pursuing their own agendas, she certainly expected them to act in a civilized manner. She did not know which was worse, the horrible slurs, filthy language or their total lack of regard for the young children within earshot of their fight. Although Katherine did not hear everything that was said, she heard enough. She was grateful that the girls, who adored Brooke and Hope, could not fully comprehend the shocking accusations that Bridget hurled against her own mother. Were they true, Katherine wondered. And what was this about Stephanie and Massimo? Even more shocking were the crude accusations that Bridget made against Stephanie, all but implying that the older woman had incestuous feelings for her own son. Based on her own observations of Bridget’s behavior toward Ridge in recent months, Katherine thought some serious psychological projecting was going on. She resisted the urge to say, “Good afternoon, Pot. I want you to meet Kettle.” Instead, she looked at both Stephanie and Bridget with repugnance. It was clear to her that neither woman had any shame and only looked ashamed now because they were exposed. As far as Katherine was concerned both women were positively insane and had absolutely no business being around small children.
Stephanie glared first at Katherine and then Bridget. This was all Bridget’s fault, she decided. If the girl had simply left when she told her to, none of this would have happened. Now those babies were traumatized!
Bridget immediately sensed that Stephanie would blame her for what happened. What else was new? Well, she’s not getting away with it, she thought angrily. Nor did she appreciate Katherine's judgmental attitude or the predatory way she acted as if she was Ridge's wife instead of the children's nanny.
“Et tu, Katherine?” Bridget sneered in a voice dripping with scorn.
“I beg your pardon?” A confused Katherine asked.
“Protecting your territory—Ridge? How pathetic! Why don't you just lift your leg and pee on him instead?” Bridget rudely sniped.
“Oh—wait a minute! Hold up,” Katherine said in astonishment as she held her hand up. “I just know I’m hearing things. Maybe you're still reeling from yesterday's 'excitement' or something. Now I don’t know what your problem is, but I deeply resent your tone and your insinuations.”
“You're giving her way too much credit, Katherine. You're not hearing things at all,” Stephanie angrily snapped, appalled at what she just heard. “This girl has no shame whatsoever! None! And when it comes to dogs lifting up their legs to pee on somebody, you're a fine one to talk, missy!”
"How dare you?" Bridget gasped.
Katherine rolled her eyes in exasperation. “With all due respect, Mrs. Forrester, I don’t think you’re helping matters any,” she firmly chided.
“Well, I’m sorry, but this child isn’t going to march in here and announce what she’s going to do and what she’s not going to do. Now do you see what I had to deal with? She was asked very politely to leave and look at the mess she created!” Stephanie accused.
“Asked politely?!” Bridget yelled, finding her tongue. “Oh my God! You are such a liar! Maybe your definition of ‘asking politely’ is different from mine, but since when is physically assaulting someone being polite? And you better believe Ridge is going to hear about this!”
“And just what will you tell Ridge? I never physical assaulted you, and you know it!” Stephanie yelled, conveniently forgetting how she tried to throw Bridget bodily out of Ridge's house. She also conveniently forgot that Katherine had just restrained her moments before from giving Bridget five across the lip.
Katherine pursed her lips in disgust. She was this close to tendering her resignation. Let these two witches haggle over Ridge's soul at their own leisure. Who needed the headaches? However, the thought of leaving the children alone with these two she-wolves gave her considerable pause. One was considered a classy patrician and matriarch of a fine family. The other was considered the crown jewel of the same fine family. As far as Katherine was concerned, they were no better than the trashy, semi-literate, foul-mouthed, and violent slatterns that appeared on Jerry Springer. The only difference, in Katherine's mind, was Stephanie and Bridget's Beverly Hills zip code. How ironic that they practically came to blows over a man to whom they were both related.
“Ladies, perhaps you could both tone it down? You've repeatedly said that the children are your primary concern, but I sure can't tell. These children have been through enough as it is without this kind of ill-mannered—"
“I don’t need you to patronize me!” Bridget retorted. “There’s nothing wrong with my manners, thank you very much.”
“Really?” Stephanie butted in, placing a hand on her right hip. “Not only are you ill-mannered, but you evidently don’t have sense enough to know when you’ve worn out your welcome.”
“Pffttt!” Bridget snorted. “Now that’s rich coming from you! I’m sure that Ridge just rolled out the welcome mat for you, didn’t he? You have a husband at home, but somehow or another, you're actually living here now.”
At the sound of Katherine’s sharp intake of breath, Stephanie knew that Katherine had caught her in an obvious lie. Leave it to Bridget to mess everything up, she thought bitterly. While it was, indeed, true that Ridge did not exactly invite her to move in; his one-night-only invitation was just a matter of semantics as far as she was concerned. She still had to finagle her way back into her own home, and Jonathan dumping her as a client was just a temporary setback. Despite Katherine's presence, Stephanie decided to ride this lie out as far as she could, believing she could count on the younger woman's discretion not to expose her "untruth."
"Whether I'm living here or not is of no concern to you!" Stephanie snapped defensively.
"It is if you're negatively affecting the children as Katherine said," Bridget coolly responded, ignoring that Katherine's comments were directed at her as well.
"You little piece of—" Stephanie started toward Bridget again. This time, she was interrupted by a hurt and confused Phoebe.
"Grandma? Aunt Bwidget … why is everybody yelling? Did Bwooke do something bad?" Phoebe asked.