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)


44. With the quietest voice


So it is set. Britta is about to be found.

I hope.

And I am also about to have sex again for the first time in ten years but this time I won't be raped because I'm doing this to find someone. 

All for work so thanks Captain Patson!

Charlie, who was drunk the entire night so he called a cab, directed the cab driver over to somewhere that I didn't know about but it's close to the hospital where Rachel and Elizabeth is and he pays him. The next thing I am pulled out of the cab and dragged to a forest. I step over sticks and rocks and other forms of nature until we reached this one place deep in the forest. 

How was someone able to build a two-story house in the middle of a forest?

He opens the door and leads me inside. 

"Where the hell is that?" Louis who is now back at the Carter House asks. I can't speak, but I'm thinking what I want to say.

When I am inside, I realize that this is just a normal house. 

"Okay, Kristen. When you get upstairs, take out this earpiece. We don't want the kids to hear this. Are you okay?" Patson asked as Charlie pulls me upstairs.

Which is good that I can respond because Charlie slurs, "Okay, are you ready?"

"I am." I respond. 

That was to Patson.

When Charlie isn't looking, I take out the ear piece, even though it hurt a bit because of the nerve, and throw it under a door. 

Once we entered a room, he shut the door and pinned me against the wall and kissed me hard. 

And then my heels were gone.

And my jacket. 

And my dress that is my skirt. 

And my undergarment.

And then his clothes were gone.

And then we were on his bed.

You get the gist.

~Britta POV~

I hear the door open and I stop in my space of singing the Folgers Coffee Jingle. 

Oh god it's either Charlie or Justin. 

I hear footsteps come up the stairs and I pull my legs to my chest. I hold in a squeak so I don't have to deal with however many times later. 

But hey either of them are drunk so they won't remember. I'm pretty sure I still remember after two years what my ex-husband is like drunk. 

"Okay, are you ready?" I hear the voice of Charlie slur as he comes down the hallway. 

"I am." I hear a female voice reply kind of slutterish. The footsteps walk past my door as I look at it seeing the shadows under the crack of the door come by.

But suddenly, something comes in from under the door. It was a small little silver piece of random shit. I slowly reach over to pick it up and bring it to my attention in front of me. Suddenly, I felt a pinch on my index finger. What was this source of technology? Was it getting a blood sample from me or something because A: I'm O negative, and B: the pinch pricked my finger. 

I hear a beeping noise coming from the thing. Shit! Charlie is going to hear! Except he doesn't come in immediately. Oh, yeah. He's busy with that girl he brought home. So I'm safe. Phew. 

I move the thing up to my ear, but the thing wasn't just beeping. There were voices being produced. But how? As it gets closer to my ear, I begin to make out what the voice was. It was a male voice. Definitely American. I begin to question whether I should put it in my ear, but I do. 

Then I wince when a sharp pinch rushes through my nervous system.

"What the hell is this?" The male voice asks. "It's fucking filthy!" 

"Zach, children." A female voice that reminds me a lot of Katie states.



"Sorry, sweetheart." The voice, who must be Zach, replies. "But what is going on? First it sensed movement when it was picked up, now it's picking up signals of a life force. What the heck?!"

"I thought Kristen was with Charlie doing the nastay?" A British voice says that--OH MY GOD BRITISH VOICE WHO WOULD SAY SOMETHING STUPID LIKE THAT!

I think deeply into what British voice would say something stupid like the nastay. Well, Louis said the nastay a lot back on the cruise.


What if?!

"Hello?" I squeak out ever so softly. But soft enough to be heard through the thing that's in my ear.

That seemed to have caught a bunch of people's attention.

"Who was that?"

"What's your name?"

"Why is this room so filthy!?"

And so many more questions.

But there was one voice and question that stood out to me. And it came from someone I didn't expect.

It was the voice of Zayn Malik.


It's them. My family. My friends. All of their voices in a small technological piece of equipment.

With the quietest voice I have, and choking back a few tears. I answer.

"Yes. It's Britta."

There were gasps and screams and crying. I think those were all happy ones.

I begin shedding tears quietly. Happy tears.

"Britta Carter. Long time no see." A voice who I didn't know but sounds familiar says. "It's Zach. Zach Patson. From college."

Zach Patson. The guy who also raped me while drunk at that frat party my freshman year of college. Wait, Katie said her husband's name was Zach. Could this be him.

"Hey Zach. How's it going?" I whisper.

"Wait. You two know each other?" Katie asks.

"We went to college together. The way we was funny. I was a partier back then." Zach answers. "Well, hey sis. Yeah I'm married to your sister. I'm captain of the Amelia Islands Police Force now. This is a rescue mission for you. The girl that's with Charlie is an intern that incognito Kristen Gregory. The earpiece has a tracker so we will be able to come and get the two of you. Zayn is going to be coming with me..."

"And me!" I hear Louis and Liam yell.

"And Louis and Liam. Don't worry, Britta. We are coming for you. Over and out."

And the voices stop, and I start crying.

Thank you Zach.

Thank you Kristen.

Thank you everyone.

I've been waiting for this for a week.

But mostly,

Thank you Zayn.

Authors note: now I'm sure most of you are wondering if I'll continue this story with Zayn gone now. The answer is yes. I'm not letting anyone stop me from writing this, and One Direction isn't even a band in this story. But I still miss Zayn so much. :(

Anywho, I'm currently on the way to OIPA championships! After that, drumline is over. Sorry for lack of updates.

Peace out.



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