If Susan is not there (in the room or area or unconscious ) assume I am the one talking (third person).

I was petrified by the sight before me. I don't even know why, I just could not talk. I just kept staring at Mike like he could somehow help me. No, he couldn't he loves Katherine now. Plus who says he ever loved me anyway, right?

"Susan, you still there?" Mike sounded almost worried. Does he still care?

"Huh, yeah, umm, okay by MJ love you, see ya Mike." All of a sudden, right before he walks out the door he turns around and grabs my wrist right where the bruise is. I tense and twitch automatically and start staring at my wrist.

"You okay? You seem jumpy."

"Yeah yeah I am fine." My voice sounds so weak, maybe my imagination is just trying to freak me out. "Just perfect" I murmur under my breath.

"Okay then see ya Susan" he doesn't sound worried, good. Maybe he doesn't care, good. I love Jackson now, right?

Three Days Later (Mike's Custody Time)

God, in four days a life can be ruined, sadly that life is mine. In the period of four days I have gotten four bruises. Damn that number four. First bruise on my wrist, second on my cheek, third on my shoulders, last but probably the worst the stomach bruise. I love Jackson. Problem is I have no idea why. Maybe because I fear him? Maybe because he is all I have left. Mike left me. Julie is in college. And MJ is a kid he won't understand. I am all alone and nobody cares. Of course there are my friends. I just don't want them to know they would definitely judge me. Even gossip about me. And Katherine would tell Mike. Worst of all. I must have had to add three layers of make up to my cheek everything else was covered. I check my watch and I completely forgot. I was just gonna go play poker but Mike was gonna drop off MJ. I'll just have him drop MJ off at Lynette's house.

It is ringing and ringing, finally."Hi, Mike umm do you think you can drop MJ off at Lynette's house."

"Of course, no problem bye love you Susan," Did he just say that damn. I was wrong. But then I hear the words come from under his breath"Shit, I didn't mean that, god I am so stupid. Bye" He sounded so cold at the end.

Before I even walk out I look through the window to see Lynette, Bree, Gabby, and worst of all Katherine sitting on Lynette's porch.I know what they're doing hell, I have done it. They are talking or should I say gossiping about me. They are all just staring at my house like they would if Paul Young lived here.

Lynette's Porch(with Katherine, Lynette, Bree, and Gabby)

"Guys, something is up with Susan," Katherine said.

"Like you care, you hooked up with her ex and baby sat her son. So shut up she is fine!"Gabby replied.

"She is right, ever since Mike moved in she is more private. She doesn't talk as much we ask her how life is and she replies shakily, always." Lynette said worriedly.

"We should ask her if everything is okay other than the fact that Mike lives on the lane. Also am I the only who has noticed how much that painter is in the house lately. What do you think that is about?" replied Bree.

Back With Susan Again

Should I go over there and call them out. No too much drama I just wanna play cards. Get Jackson off my mind.

"Hey guys, what you talking about?" I know the answer I just want them to admit it.

"You" Gabby said.

"Gabby," Bree said basically scorning her.

"Bree, we need to know. Susan is everything okay other than the Mike thing. Also what is with that painter? Done all questions asked now answer."Gabby sounded demanding but it was coming from a good place.

"Everything is fine. I might as well tell you I am dating the painter his name is Jackson we just wanted to keep everything quiet but I love him!" I said giving the best fake smile ever.

"Great you just have seemed so distant lately, okay guys now lets play some poker!" Lynette replied, perfect no one is suspicious of me.

Later That Night With Jackson and Susan

"Thank you so much for telling them. So we can be public now!"

"I rather not I don't want to hurt Mike like he hurt me." Shit that last part slipped dammit.

"How could he hurt you? You still love him don't you!" With that he gave a rough push at my bruised shoulders pushing me back into the night stand. I don't know what happened after. My head hit the night stand so maybe I have passed out?

"Shit, shit! Susan oh go please be okay! Susan!"

Jackson ran out the door, down the stairs and out of the house. MJ had however been awakened by the noises coming from his mothers room. He saw his own mother on the ground bleeding from her head. He got on the ground picked up a phone. While sobbing he dialed a number all too familiar.