The Stepmom

CHAPTER 13

Miles' POV...

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I was not at all prepared for what happened at the Hemsworths. I was overwhelmed with guilt and shame like never before. For the first time it dawned on me just how much I hurt them, how I hurt Skylar. The look in her eyes stuck with me as I drove to the hotel. She was so angry, and hurt. I knew she hated me for what I did, but I hadn't realised just how much. The hate in her eyes would haunt me forever.

They were so good to me. Why did I betray them? My own family. And for what? A job I never needed?
For the first time, I wasn't satisfied with the answer to these questions.
My blood was boiling as I drove. I was angry at myself for what I did. I was ashamed. I hated myself.  How could I not? She was the one person who loved me selflessly. I betrayed the love of my life and lived shamelessly, without guilt for eight years. 

EIGHT FUCKING YEARS!

Who was I?

I arrived at the hotel, tears stinging my eyes. My chest was burning as I tried to sturdy my breathing. My heart was racing and my vision was clouded by the tears threatening to pour out of my eyes. I felt like I was out of my body as I made my way to my room. I felt like I was alone in the world. Honestly, I wished I was. Then I wouldn't have had to see Skylar looking at me with those eyes.

My phone rang as soon as I sat down. I groaned after seeing that it was my boss calling. I'd been ignoring him for the past week.

"You finally picked up." He said. "I won't even ask where you've been because you'll just lie to me. How's it going with Joshua Hemsworth?"

"I just came back from a meeting with him." I said, holding back tears.

"You got the interview yet?" He asked.

"I'm working on it."

"Good, because if you don't deliver, there will be consequences." He threatened before cutting the call. Asshole.  I gritted my teeth, frustrated.

Skylar was right, I wasn't here to make amends, but now that I was here, that's the only thing I wanted to do. I wanted my family back. I wanted Skylar back. I hadn't realised how empty I was until she opened that door. Seeing her face drop like that upon seeing me broke my heart, but I expected nothing less. I did hurt her after all. It would have been selfish of me to expect her to flash her beautiful smile and hug me, though I yearned for her embrace.

I ordered a bottle of tequila and waited for it to be brought to my room.

I heard a knock a couple of minutes later.

"Room service." A feminine voice announced and I went to open the door. I was greeted by a beautiful smile. The owner was a middle-aged blonde woman. She had light makeup on and wore neatly pressed white uniform. I signed the slip and she went on her way. I popped open the bottle, poured it's content in a glass and gulped it down. I didn't mind the burning sensation as it was soothing. I poured more until I finished the bottle. By then, I was laying on my back on the bed. I closed my eyes. As tears escaped, I slowly dozed off.

It was 10am the next day when I finally woke up. My chest tightened as my first thought of the day popped into my head, Skylar.

My dear Skylar.

Why did I have to lose you like this? I wondered.

The only facial expression of hers I could remember was the one I saw yesterday.  It was stuck in my head. I tried to think of a different memory where she looked at me with love filled eyes accompanied by her beautiful smile, but there was nothing. In every memory she had that look in her eyes. Her eyes were dark with hatred. Hatred for me. A person she once looked at like a perfect star. Like the moon she loved so much. I ruined those memories, by myself. Now the only Skylar I could remember was an angry, sad, hateful and disappointed Skylar. Skylar I never knew I never wanted to see.