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)


7. Pinky promise

From the outside, Britta's house looks like a normal house. But inside, it's huge. It does look like a normal house, but with her and her two kids, it's big. 

"So where's the play area?" I ask her. 

She turns around after locking the front door, "oh," she walks toward a closed door that's in the foyer. "It's right here." She opens the door and I see her two kids. They look up and notice me. 

"Zaynie!" Louisa gets up and gives me a squeeze. "I missed you! Can I call you Zaynie?" She asks. 

Oh, she's cute. "Sure. Why not." The only person who called me Zaynie was Perrie. But Louisa is only five. "Okay, so what are we playing today?"

Louisa's little brother, Tristan, gets up, "we play cars!" He exclaims, "you can be the pink car."

"Hey!" Louisa yelled, "I'm the pink car!" She tackles Tristan and grabs her car. She hands me a red car, "here, you can be the red car!" I take the car out of her hand. 

Britta giggles and we begin. 


"So here's my team: who's on first, what's on second, I don't know is on third..." Britta starts. 

"That's what I want to find out, the guy's name." I tell her. 

The kids are staring at us like we're crazy. Well we are. We're doing the classic Abbott and Castello "Who's on First?" It takes forever for them to get. 

"You know, I don't care! I said it, I don't care!" I yell at their mom. 

She's quiet, and then she says, "oh, that's our shortstop!" I go ballistic. Well that's the act. 

The kids laugh their ass-wait, butts. They're too young. I check my watch. "Hey, look. I really got to go. Little Mix is in L.A. tonight and I got to catch a train back in order to make it to their show on time." The kids go "aw." 

"Zaynie, please don't go!" Louisa says. 

"Don't worry Louisa." I tell her. "I'll be back soon. I promise." 

She sticks out her pinky, "pinky promise?" I think for a second. She's five. And she's only a little girl. So I shake pinkies with her. I get up, put on my shoes, and head towards the front door.

As I was about to leave, Britta grabs my shoulders. 

I thought she was going to do what I thought she was going to do, but it wasn't. 

And I was too late. 

I kissed her. 




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