These Bruises

"Que sera, you'll never guess who I saw."
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I was loved. I was hurt. That was repeated when I left you. But there are two other people who I love. As a single mom with two little kids in California, my life got better. It was six years. Six years since I last saw you. Six years since those little talks. Now you can see that these bruises that I've been hiding for those six long years mean. (Second book in Little Talks duology)

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32. Comatose

~Britta POV

I woke up to darkness. I look around to try and see where I was when I noticed that I was tied to a chair.

The last thing I remember was seeing Camille and saying to get Zayn. Wait a minute, I didn't even finish.

Fuck I remember.

I was kidnapped.

My heart begins to speed up as I come to this realization. I've seen CSI, Law and Order, Criminal Minds, Law and Order SVU, CSI Miami and movies involving kidnapping and I always thought "I feel sorry for them".

I regret that.

"Well look who's decided to wake up." I hear a male voice in the darkness.

"Who's there?" I ask.

Silence.

And then sound.

"Someone who's known you for a while now."

Known me? Like stalking me?

"Where are you?"

Once again, silence.

Then sound.

"I'm hidden in the shadows. You'll be scared when you see me."

I show strength.

"I won't be scared. I'm not scared."

"But you will." The voice replies.

The ropes are rubbing against my skin. The next thing you know, I hear footsteps behind me. My breathing increases as they begin to come closer.

I shut my eyes in fear, and suddenly I hear nothing.

I open my eyes and blinded by a bright light for a moment. My vision clears up and I see I'm in a room with no windows.

And there's a figure standing in front of me.

He has shaggy blonde hair and a five o'clock aftershave. He must be taller than me because even though I'm tied to this chair, he looks about six feet.

"Glad to see you, again." The man said pacing back and forth in front of me. He leans towards me and whispers in my ear, "it's been so long since that night."

I spit in his face, which was a bad idea because he then grabs a bunch of my hair and pulls my head back. Painfully.

"You shouldn't have done that." He releases. "Funny, you weren't like this that night."

Who is he?

What night is he talking about?

He notices the questioning look on my face. "You know remember? That night on the cruise in London?"

The cruise in London.

Not much happened in London. I got my guitar, Taylor, I had that moment when I was playing the guitar for money which was unintended, and...

Wait.

This can't be.

My jaw drops.

I forgot to blink and breath.

Because this can't be him.

"Justin?" Justin Rickard.

"Yes, sweetie. And it took you long enough to remember it." Said another voice. "But I bet you'll remember me."

I'm too busy in shock. Justin was arrested six years ago on the cruise ship for raping me and everyone thought it was Harry. He locked Harry in the janitor's closet for a few days, got a wig and stole his clothes. He then arrived at my room and...

I don't want to talk about that night again.

Another figure appears in the light. But this figure I knew right off the bat.

Another person I wanted to get out of my life.

The messy brown hair. The brown eyes.

The same face from five years ago.

"Charlie?" My ex-husband Charlie Lunt was in this with Justin. He must be.

"Hey, sweetie. How's the kids?"

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