37 days: Holding on 2 broken promises

Someone I used to know

POV
Millie

I'm finally back in Los Angeles after spending way too much time with myself without enough distractions in the car.

I pull up into the motel that I reserved for the next two weeks. I intend to contact my new boss Marlene to see if she'd be willing to take me sooner to start working. Originally, I wanted to take some time for myself, get my ducks in a row, move into my new apartment, take a week, and move things in. Of course, life doesn't care to go as planned and it's in my best interest to just start working already.

This motel is a dump but it's only temporary. Luckily, Steph will be staying with me starting tomorrow. I just need to make it another day alone and hopefully not get myself into any trouble with the shady people walking around this place.

When I'm finished checking in with the creepy front desk guy, I go find my room.

"Room 12," I say to myself looking at the rusted out number on the door.

I get in and oh boy.

"It's only two weeks, it's only temporary," I say to myself.

The carpet is maroon with stains, there are two queen beds with a thin flowery comforter. The lamps are dim and it gives a creepy vibe. This room reminds me of one you'd see in a movie where someone gets murdered.

Shit, don't think about that right now.

I clear those thoughts away, I need Steph to bring my stuff here as soon as possible, maybe I can meet her somewhere to retrieve them.

I hear a ding in the right pocket of my denim shorts.

Please don't be X, please don't be X.

Chase. Thank fuck.

Hey Millie, are you mad at me? You haven't been responding to my texts. Are you okay?

Shit. He's probably been worried sick.

Hi chase! Yes, sorry. I was without a phone until today. I promise I'm okay.

Since I have my phone in my hands, I decide to e-mail Marlene for my earlier start date request.

...

It's 5 pm when I hear a soft knock at the door and my whole stomach drops. I'm not expecting anyone and the people around here don't look very trusting.

I ever so slowly open the door.

"Nope!" I say closing it but his arm blocks me from doing so.

"Millie, wait!" X says.

"No, I can't do this, not right now X," I say feeling overwhelmed by many emotions.

Why the hell does he look like he just walked out of a damn magazine?

I do not have the emotional strength for this right now. He's using all the tricks up his sleeve just in his presence alone. There's not a hair out of place, his clothing is fitting as if it was made just for him, which is possible actually, and he's wearing black sunglasses. He looks like a goddamn model, it almost makes me forget that I hate him.

"Millie, please just one minute!" He begs.

"No X, now move out of the way," I say sternly.

"I'm desperate right now Millie, you know me, you know I never meant to hurt you, I love you." He says as those words cut right through me.

"No X, I don't, I don't know you, and as far as I'm concerned, you're nothing more than someone I used to know." I say and almost feel bad about it because he looks as though he's about to come undone.

"I....okay..." he says giving up.

"Okay," I say pushing his arm away and closing the door in his face.

I silently cry warm tears. Why does he still have such an effect on me? Why when I touched his arm to push it away did I feel on fire in the best possible way?

I hear a light tap on the door again.

"Go away, X," I say through the door.

"Millie, I just need someone to talk to," he says sounding defeated.

"Find someone else to talk to then," I say harshly.

"I don't want to," he says with the same tone.

"Well that's not my problem," I say feeling sort of bad.

"I know, I just didn't want to talk about it with anyone but you," he says.

I stay quiet, I don't know what else to say.

"Millie?" He asks with a broken voice, is he crying?

"She came to see me today, my mom came to see me today," he says and he's definitely crying.

Shit! Why am I so weak?

I open the door hastily and he flies down on his back and hits his head on the gross maroon carpet.