Bill Nye Wants Custody of Your Kids

Hubby

As we followed Bill's car, Susan got a call from "Hubby."

"Ooohhh! Who's hubby? You never told me you had a boyfriend!" I exclaimed, excited and hurt at the same time.

She quickly hung up the phone to my surprise.

"What? Why'd you do that?" I asked pouting.

"Because he, uhm, he..." she trailed off.

"He what?" I asked concerned.

She pulled the car over, fidgeting. I became worried.

She turned to me and said, "He-he's been hitting me and-" She broke down crying.

I hugged her and asked why she hadn't told me this before.

"I thought he would look for me...he told me there would be consequences if I told anyone," she said, her voice shaking.

He called again and again. The fourth time he called I nearly answered but Susan begged not to and I obliged. She thanked me and dropped me off at home after I made sure she was okay.

I plopped on the couch. I sat there and thought about Susan and her abusive boyfriend. It wasn't like her to not tell me anything...I mean, she is a victim of abuse so I guess it was hard for her to trust anyone anymore; even her own best friend. It was weird though...I saw no bruises on her and she was wearing a really exposing top, heck it was a crop top, and booty shorts. That was a bit fishy. She also didn't seem troubled before or had become secluded and quiet. She went out to parties, drank, talked to multiple people, and had fun. Why would she lie?

"Mummy? Where have you been, where's Daddy?" a small angelic voice asked.

"I was at the, uh- Hey did you like your breakfast?" I recovered quickly. How could you tell a child you were following your husband, ex-husband I mean, around?

"It was really yummy!" she exclaimed happily.

"That's good! Do you want to go watch a movie?" I asked still trying to distract her, knowing she might remember her questions any minute.

"Yes please!" she shouted enthusiastically.

"Go get dressed then!" I said.

She happily skipped away. Oh Molly, if only I could tell what really happened.