Nobody Compares

Chapter 59- One Chance

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The entire time I was kissing Zayn, I couldn't stop thinking about how right it felt. Maybe, this is fate. Maybe, in some sort of sick, twisted way, Louis hitting me a good thing. But, I also felt bad because Lou was obviously drunk, and he didn't really mean to hurt me. I decided that i was going to give him one more chance, and if he ever hits me again, I will go the Town Hall and get divorced that day. I called him to tell him.

"Uh, Lou?" i asked, still kind of scared of him.

"Oh my god, Arden! I am so sorry that I hurt you. I never thought that I was capable of doing such horrible things! I was really drunk and wasn't myself that day. I love you and I promise that i will never, ever hurt you again."

Wow. he sounded really sincere.

I cleared my throat. “Lou, I am giving you one more chance.” i said. “If you hurt me or the babies ever, I am going to divorce you that same day.”

“Oh Arden, thank you.” he said.

He came back to the flat, and started kissing me. It really didn't  feel the same. I didn't feel a spark anymore. Oh god.

Maybe, I it would come back. I just had to give it some time.

Later that day, I walked into the kitchen to find Louis with a bottle in his hand. Oh, no. He was going to hit me again. I just knew it. I walked slowly and carefully over to him.

“Hey Lou? Sweetie? How about you hand over the bottle, hun?” i asked, sweetly

“How about you shut the hell up, bitch?” he slurred.

that hit me like a ton of bricks. He has never called me that.

“Louis, lets be rational, ok?” i asked carefully

“Shut up, slut.” he hissed, bringing the bottle to his lips.

That actually brought tears to my eyes. That hurt more than any punch or slap. This is not my husband.

“Stop crying, whore” he said as his hand connected with my cheek.

“OUT! NOW! GO AWAY, AND NEVER COME BACK! IF I SEE YOUR FACE AGAIN, I AM GOING TO THE POLICE”

I screamed

“Whatever you say, twat. ” he slurred as he walked out the door.

I called Zayn in tears.

“Zayn? he did it again.” i sniffled

“HE DID NOT! WHERE IS THAT MOTHERFUCKING CU-” he started to say

“No, stop. Don't call him that. ” I said as i burst into another fit of tears.

“Ok, shhhh..... shhhhhh..... calm down babe.” he said softly

My heart skipped a beat when he called me babe.

“Can you watch my kids while I call my lawyer and get the divorce papers?” i said, tears streaming down my cheeks.

“Sure, I’ll do whatever you need.” he replied.

He was here in a matter of minutes.

I called my lawyer, and she gave me the divorce papers. She had her partner give Louis the other ones. And, somehow, he actually signed them. I guess he really didn't love me after all.

Zayn came over, and he helped me put the kids to bed. He seemed like a better father than Louis was. He would never hurt me like Louis did. I sat on his lap, and kissed him.

Fireworks.

That is the only way to describe it.

FIreworks.

“Arden? will you be my girlfriend?” he asked, unsure.

I thought about it. I wanted to say yes, but my brain was telling me to say no. I felt like i had known him my whole life, and i wanted him so badly. But, i just got divorced today. That kind of makes me a slut.

Oh my god. Louis was right.

I am a slut, and a whore, and a bitch, and all of those other things he called me.

He was absolutely right.

I burst out into tears

“Oh, i'm so sorry Arden. I take it back. Its too soon” he said, trying to comfort me.

“No, its not that. Its just that Louis was right. I am a whore and a slut  and a bitch. ” i sniffled

“No you are not! Never say that again.” Zayn said angrily

“What kind of girl get a boyfriend the day she gets divorced?” I said sadly

“The kind who’s husband was a horrible, abusive person.” he replied.

“Ok, i will be your girlfriend.” i said with a smile.

his eyes lit up.

I leaned  over and pressed my lips against his.

I felt like i was finally happy.