These Bruises

"Que sera, you'll never guess who I saw."
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)


42. Operation Let It Grow

<Britta POV>

I have forgotten what day it was. The mornings and nights seem to drag every day after my disappearance. I haven't showered if forever, and I'm pretty sure I can smell the wretched stench whenever I'm allowed my small bathroom break. I'm allowed two a day.

And I'm also lucky that I don't have my period this week. That was at the beginning of the month.

I haven't had a wink of sleep in days. One night while I was sleeping someone came in to my what I call it "cell" and raped me. I don't know if it was Justin or Charlie, but it was one of them.

It was sometime at night at quarter till whatever the hour was on whatever day it was. But I knew it was night time. A pounding came from outside the door. I whimper super quietly and hide under the covers, bringing my legs to my chest. The doors open and slams against the wall.

I hear footsteps come towards my bed.

"Hey, bitch." I hear the voice of Charlie say sitting on top of me crushing my body.

"What?" I croak. This is probably the first time I've talked all this week and the first word I said all this week besides "no" and "stop". New record! Go Britta! Just kidding I still feel like shit.

"Justin and I are going out tonight. We need to get out of the house." He states. "And since we have a great chance of scoring girls, we are giving you the night off. Under certain circumstances."

Oh great. My one free night of no one's anaconda in me and I still have rules.

"You may talk while we are gone, but once we come home with cheap hookers, you remain silent. And same rules like always; make a noise, consequences. Have a good night." He gets off of me and leaves my room.

I stay under the covers until I hear the mute sound of the front door closing. I get up, wrap the towel around me, and begin pacing and having a conversation with myself. No matter how much it hurts to walk around.

"Okay I seriously need to get out of here."

"But the windows are locked, Brit!"

"Did they leave the door unlocked? Huh? I'm thinking there, Brit."

"Ugh, fine try it. But I'm telling you, Brit, it won't work."

"Trust me, Brit, it will."






"Oof! Ow!"

"It's locked?"


"Who's right?"

"Don't rub it in, you shitface."

"Say it."



"Fine. You are, Brit. You are right."

"I told you so."

"Shut the fuck up."

"It's true."

"I am impossible."

"Yes, yes I am."

I am going crazy.

I lean against a wall and slide down to the floor in which the carpet looks like it's from 1993. "Ow." I wince when I hit the floor hard.

I seriously need to get out of here before I develop Stockholm Syndrome!

<Kristen POV>

It was a few days after Niall came up with his plan to find Britta. It only took Captain Patson a while to finalize the plan to make sure everyone was on board with it. Now, he is launching what he calls "Operation Let It Grow". Captain Patson had operation, but Harry decided it would be the right time to reminisce the past from the week their fourth album came out and he did a thing of "Let It Go" involving his hair.

The joys.

So Patson decided that today we'd launch the operation and he sent one of the boys with me to get ready for my incognito getup as a slut. He chose Liam but I also asked him if I can bring Zayn because hey we are trying to find his love life. Luckily he's nice so he allowed it.

They wanted to take me shopping but I was like "ain't nobody got time for that!"

Literally I said that. They were flabbergasted!

So we decided to look in my closet at my apartment for any clothing items to make me look nothing like myself.

"Good luck with that." I tell them as they enter my apartment. It's small, but I live on my own and no guy lives here. Thank god.

They find my room and begin searching through my closet. I snicker when they both pile in at the same time.

After a few minutes of them searching through my closet, I hear Liam shout, "YOU HAVE NO GOOD HOOKER CLOTHES!"

I laugh and then realize I could've asked my neighbor Miss Cogran for clothes of a cheap hooker. "We can ask my neighbor!" I say.

"Nah, I think I got a good idea." Zayn says coming out with a black skirt of mine. "Found you a dress!"

I blink a few times. "Are you serious? This is my nice black skirt not a slutty little black dress!"

He sighs. "Just do it for me please." He hands me my skirt. 

I roll my eyes, snatch it out of his hand, and walk around. "Can you please get out of my room?" I ask them politely with a smile even though I want to secretly murder them. 

They say nothing and walk out of my room. I strip out of my shirt and shorts and change bras into a strapless bra. I take the skirt off the hanger, take a deep breath, and step into it. I pull it up past my hips and make it look like some sexy whore mess. 

I do my makeup, hair, grab my heels, and walk out of my room.

If I was an actual officer, I'd use my taser on Liam for what he said when I walked into the kitchen.

"Damn, I wish I was single." 

"Damn, I wish I had my taser."


I roll my eyes. "Alright, let's go to the office and get going on the next part."

Part one of Operation Let It Grow complete.

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