It started as a one night stand. Nothing was suppose to happen, but someone always get attached. So it's a bad thing when Alexander-Keith wants a little more than one night from Milagros.
It's not surprising that things don't always go smoothly. Wi...
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Mila Miller
I stood in the corner of the fancy art show, I was nervous and I felt attacked with how many people were here.
It was my art show and I couldn't even show my face. Keith wasn't here because he had to work, which is understandable. His job is way more important than mine, but I'd rather be in a hospital waiting room than in the room full of people.
My phone went off, when I looked at it I got a text from Keith.
Xander 🖤🍆: How is everything going? Do they like your art?
Mila 🤦🏿♀️👅🖤: I don't know and I don't care. I want to leave.
Xander 🖤🍆: What's wrong?
Mila🤦🏿♀️👅🖤: There's too many people here. Are you coming later?
Xander🖤🍆: I don't think so babe. I'm sorry.
Mila🤦🏿♀️👅🖤: It's fine. Ttyl.
In reality I wanted to cry a little bit, I didn't know not one person in this room. My parents and my sister came and left earlier, just to pray for me and help me get setup. But I genuinely don't know anyone.
Someone tapped the mic, "Can Milagros Miller please come to the stage?"
I threw a quick tantrum before finally moving to go towards the stage. People were clapping and cheering, while I felt like I was going to pass the fuck out.
Grabbing the mic I cleared my throat. "T-thank you all for coming out tonight. My art means a lot to me, and the fact that I- I um get to share it with all of you is amazing." My voice was shaky, and I wanted to call it quits. As I scanned the crowd I still saw no familiar faces.
I put my head down to collect my thoughts, "My art is my craft, and essentially my life. This is my very first art show and I hope to give the state of New York many more." Smiling I stepped off stage and hurried back to the little corner I was in.
"You could've said more than that." The deep voice scared me. I turned around, and rushed myself into his embrace.
"Jesus I'm so glad your here." I still held tightly onto him.
"Daddy wouldn't miss it for the world." He kissed my forehead, stroking my hair back.
When I let go and took a look at him, he didn't look like my normal Keith. He sported dark circles, red eyes, and dull skin. As he saw me staring he forced and smile on his face.
"What's wrong?" I ask rubbing his cheeks.
"Nothing I'm fine. Nothing some sleep can't fix." He chuckled, but I could tell he was on the verge of breaking down.
