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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6. Giving hints

<Louisa POV>
The nice man, Zayn, sets me down on my feet and I stare up at him. He doesn't look happy. 

"Louisa, Tristan, go to the play room and begin to play," Mommy says still looking at Zayn, "mommy will be there in a few minutes." 

I grab Tristan's hand and we walk back to the play area. Once we enter the okay area, I hear mom and Zayn screaming. 

"So first, you leave me and everyone on the cruise ship six years ago," Zayn yells at mom, "and now I finally find you to find out that you were slutting around?" I probably shouldn't have heard that. 

I walk towards the door and peak my head out. I see mom and Zayn throwing their hands up in the air and arguing. Mom doesn't look happy either. 

"What makes you think that I'm..." I block out what she's about to say. But she continues, "Well, I wasn't!"

"Then why would you have two kids and you're only 24!" Zayn yelled. 

"How do you know how old I am?!"

"Because last time I saw you, you were 18!"

"Well, I have two kids at a very young age because I got married at a young age!" 

"Married?!" He screams. I'm still looking and he's getting madder. "When? To who?!" 

That's when I see him look at me. Mom turns around and sees me. She walks over to me standing in the door, "Louisa, are you okay?" She asks me. 

I nod. "I just heard yelling and wanted to find it." I tell her. 

"Well, mommy is having an adult conversation with Zayn. So why don't you go back to your brother and begin playing cars. Save the periwinkle one for me." She pats my shoulder as I turn around and walk into the playroom where I see my little brother playing with my car. 

"Hey!" I yell, "that's mine!" And we tackle each other for the pink car. 

<Zayn POV>
Britta sends her daughter back into a room. Then she comes back and looks at me. I start over with what I was saying. 

"Okay," I cross my arms, "when did you get married, and who to?" I ask. 

She takes a deep breath. "I got married when I was still 19." She answered. 

19?! Why the hell would she marry that young?! That's one year after she ran away! 

"And my husband's name was Charles Lunt, but I called him Charlie." I remember meeting someone named Charlie Lunt. It was at a bar in L.A. He was sitting on a stool and then he went over to a few women. Wait, what if...

"Did he ever go out late at night to clubs?" I ask her. 

Her angry, furious face went straight to a depressed, sad face. "Two years ago, I found out he was going out late to clubs and bars. Getting high and then sleeping with random women each night. I found him two years ago in our bed with another woman. I divorced him after...what happened after I found him with Molly Parker, the woman." 

Mark's last name was Parker. "Did Molly have an older brother named Mark?" She nods yes. "Well I met him on the way to Underville yesterday." 

She chuckles a little. The first time since I heard her laugh in forever. "I'll have to tell her when she gets home from a business trip." She reminds herself. 

My phone goes off and I pick it up. It's Becca. "Hello?" I answer. 

"Zayn, hey!" I hear Becca's perky voice ring in my ear. "How's San Diego?" She asks. 

"It's good, thanks." I answer. "In fact," I look at Britta, "there's someone I'm with who wants to talk to you." 

"Who?" She asked. I give my phone to Britta. 

"Hello?" She says into the phone. 

That's when I hear Becca scream, "BRITTA?! OMG I CAN'T BELIEVE IT'S YOU! I THOUGHT YOU WERE DEAD! EVERYONE THOUGHT YOU WERE DEAD WHEN YOU LEFT! HOW HAVE YOU BEEN? HOW OLD ARE YOU? 24?! OMG I CAN'T BELIEVE IT'S YOU!..." Her constant screaming went on forever. 

Then on the phone, I hear a familiar Mullingar accent. It's not Niall's. 

It's Josie's. 

She's screaming into Britta's ear and it almost looks like she's going to go deaf soon. "Wow, I can't believe you guys are this excited to hear me...I know. But it was for a good reason...yes, I heard. Congratulations!...tell Rachel I said congrats too...how's Liz?...really?!...that's good!...don't tell her Zayn found me...because I still want to be unfound...I wish I was there too...sure...wait, what about Kaitlyn?...okay, that's good...I heard about your new book, Josie...I'll be sure to buy it, I promise...look, I got to go...because I have kids to play with...they're my kids...no joke...I'll tell you later...bye." She hangs up and gives the phone to me. "I got to play with the kids. I promised them." 

Just as she's about to close the door, I ask her something I didn't plan on asking her, "can I play?" 

She thinks for a minute, until she answers with what I didn't expect her to say. "Sure. Come in." 

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