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3 WHOLE DAYS. 3 ENTIRE DAYS of her own vacation that'd she'd spent laying in a musty hotel room. 3 days of not seeing Estee, wasting her time inside while — for some odd reason — it poured rain outside, instead of hanging out with her friends. The people she came to LA for. She wasn't angry with Estee for not telling her about Fuckshit and Bri, but she did feel betrayed. If only Estee had warned her of what her eyes were going to see.
She had spoken to Estee on the phone these past three days, listening to Estee beg her to come stay back at her house rather than the hotel that cheating husbands go to to fuck their mistresses. Ellie had declined, every single time, but had made it known that it wasn't because she was angry with Estee or homesick, but rather because she was afraid Fuckshit would randomly show up at Estee's and then Ellie would be in a shitty situation. She kept reminding herself that she wouldn't be able to avoid him forever, unless she went home of course. That had crossed her mind quite a few times, but she had only been here for four days, she wasn't going to just up and leave now.
She just needed time.
As the rusty old fan spun above her, she fiddled with the silver ring that sat on her thumb. Her mind had been racing with almost everything, from the moment she woke up until now. In this moment, she couldn't help but think of Ray. After she had left the party, without even waiting until he was alone to tell him happy birthday, she had forgotten to call him. She felt like the worst friend in the world.
With a long, exaggerated sigh, the girl reached for the hotel phone and began to dial the number she would always remember.
It rang for what seemed like forever before a warm voice spoke through it.
"You've called Motor, this is Ray speaking, how can I help you?"
"Well, aren't you professional."
Ellie could practically hear the smile on Ray's face as he spoke, "Wow.. finally calling to wish me happy birthday, huh?" Ellie rolled her eyes, falling back onto the bed as she spoke to Ray with a soft voice.
"I know I know, i'm sorry! Yesterday was... not good" she debated on telling him she was home, not that he would say anything, but she wondered if he'd be upset that she hadn't come to see her yet. Or maybe she was afraid he would say something. She didn't know.
"Was it your boss again?"
Her poor best friend. Absolutely oblivious.
"Ray?"
"Yeah, you're good, man," Ellie could hear Ray speak to a costumer with a gentle voice before he guided his focus back to her, "Yes, Ellie? You okay?" she gulped.
