"millie! the fuck is wrong with you!? i called jack ronalds asking for another opportunity- sorry... BEGGING for another opportunity and you don't fucking want it!?" robert scolds, his voice ringing through the entire house and millie really thought she saw the whole house shake
but she stays quiet and fiddles with her fingers like she normally does.
"oh my goodness! for god sake, SPEAK!" he continues to shout
her fingers move up her arm under the dinner table, scratching her skin harshly the more it moves up just to ease her rising anxiety.
her bottom lip starts to wobble as she attempts to fight back her tears.
"honey, calm down." kelly says softly
"you shut up!" robert spat as she quickly shuts her mouth
"YOU ARE RUINING EVERYTHING I HAVE RISKED FOR YOU!" he slams his hands on the table as millie flinches
she looks down to her arm, seeing blood spill out of her skin due to her harsh actions.
her voice barely coming out as a whisper, "i'm going to work." she says before standing up
"oh my god, your arm." kelly stands up in shock at millie's redden arm
millie gasps softly at the sight herself before a small tear landed on her left arm. she covers her arms by hugging herself, "i'll see you guys tonight."
she grabs her bag quickly and heads to the door.
"come back here! i wasn't done talking!" robert screams
millie ignores him and sucks in a shaky breath as she shuts the door.
"morning millie." leo smiles but it soon drops once he sees her current state
millie knew leo has always suspected something going on between the relationship she had with her father but he knew he shouldn't speak up about it.
if he did, she would pay the price.
ignoring her driver, she gets into the car without saying a single word.
she quickly lights 2 cigarette and puts them in her mouth, taking a drag through both.
what a day to wear short sleeves.
arriving onto set, she quickly wipes all of her tears and walks through the set hoping no one would see her.
thankfully, no one saw her like she hoped and she made it to her trailer without being seen. she finally sat down and took a look at her arms.
it was all red and scratched, bumpy swollen scratches. blood was still coming out of some of them but she could care less.
she finally hurt herself. after years of fighting, she finally did it.
some of these will definitely leave a scar.
so she stood up, they were going to leave scars anyways so why bother to keep on fighting like she kept telling herself to.
it was getting tiring. the constant thought kept bouncing back to her and she was just out of energy to fight of the urge.
walking over to the bathroom, she looked through the small cabinets.
there has to be a razor somewhere...
finally, at the top cabinet, there it was. a brand new razor still in it's packet next to some shaving cream. she grabs the razor, taking it out of the packet and walking back out to the couch.
