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)


8. We didn't come for money

[Songs for this chapter:
Chasing Cars-Snow Patrol
The Best I Ever Had-Gavin DeGraw
Still Into You-Paramore

<Britta POV>
I stood there. 

His lips pressed to mine.


He's married and I'm divorced. 

He's about to become a father for fucks sakes! 

But why? 

I thought he was going to make another move, but instead, he pulled back and we stood there. 

I stare at the ground. "You should go now." I tell him. 

"I-I'm sorry about that." He apologized, but I ignored him. "Can you just text me what you were going to tell me?" 

I look up at Zayn, "I don't have your number anymore." I remind him, "I deleted everyone's number when I ran away. I got a new number." 

"Well," he starts, "you wanna give me your new number?" 

I begin to second-guess for a minute. He has contact to my old family, and what if he gives them my new number and...what the hell? I tell him my number and then he leaves to catch his train. 

I walk into the playroom and I find the kids sitting there, sad. Louisa is crying. 

I walk over and comfort her, "are you okay, dear?" 

"Mommy was kissing someone other than daddy." She cries. She saw us? 

"It was an accident, sweetie." I coo. "It won't happen again." 

"But he's not daddy!" She sobs. "I want daddy back!" She runs up to her room. 

Wow. I really hurt her. Me kissing Zayn makes her feel that Zayn is someone who she just met. Wait, he is. 

And he's a total stranger to her. Even though he made her laugh all day. 

I wonder how I can cheer her up? 

I scoop Tristan up and walks towards the garage, "Alright, Louisa. I'm taking your brother to work with me," They love it when they come to the Pizza Palace with me, "so if you want to come, we'll be outside. And I'll be sure to get you extra cheese on your pizza." She loves extra cheese. 

That's when I hear footsteps running down. Britta, you have outsmart a five-year-old once again. She runs in front of me and out the garage door and into the car. 

I fasten hers and Tristan's seatbelt and get into the drivers seat. I start the car and pull out of the house and down to the Underville Pizza Palace where I work. 

What do I do, you ask?

It's simple. 

I'm the entertainment for when people eat. 

I do what I was known for in England near Top Shop six years ago. 

I sing. 

[Hey beautiful readers! The next chapter will probably either be written Friday because I have no school (YAAY!) or tomorrow on Wednesday because I have a half day! Testing day at my school. I got to take the ACT Explore test. Oh, joy. But I got to be back three hours after we're done because of marching band. 

So from now on, at the beginning or end of each chapter, there will be a list of songs that I chose as the songs for the chapter. The next songs of the chapter will be songs that will be sung in that chapter because, well, Britta is singing. 

This Fridays football game is Senior Night! And the band is playing "Don't You Forget About Me" and there are Seniors in the marching band who I'm going to miss so much next year! Meh. 

So longer chapter next time. I promise. I've been so busy with school that I didn't have time to write and I sort of lost my touch of writing...anyone have any ideas?

Night! The dog park won't harm you, and now the weather! Goodnight, Night Vale. Goodnight.]

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