3 am; joji miller

2.1

hey everyone! it's been a little bit. a month oh my gosh. but i've just been so busy. i hope you understand. but thanks for reading and voting and all that crap! yeah okay! i love you all bye!!

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I opened my eyes to the sound of my phone going off like crazy. I already knew who it was. I didn't want to answer it, but I knew I probably had to.

I rolled out of the bed, out of George's grasp. I grabbed my phone and made my way to the bathroom. I looked at myself in the mirror, seeing the purple marks on the lower half of my neck. I smiled softly, before looking down to my phone.

'I don't know if you thought that fucking him would magically teleport you both back to America, but it won't. Quit slacking, Rose. Tick Tock.'

'Fuck off.'

'Hey now, you don't wanna bite the hand that's holding your beloved dad hostage.'

'I don't think that's the saying.'

I put my phone down and sighed. I don't know how I'm gonna do this. I don't know if I can anymore. I can't just give George up, but I can't let them hurt my father.

I leaned against the wall of the bathroom, my eyes beginning to water. I knew that the waterworks were coming. Tears of fear, frustration, and fury. The three f's.

I slid down the wall, sitting on the ground, my head in my hands. I was at a complete loss. I had no idea what to do and I was terrified for the lives of two people that I care about.

     I checked the time and sighed for the second time. It was 5:30 a.m., and there's no way I'm going back to sleep now. I sniffled and wiped underneath my eyes. I stood up and walked back to the bed, looking down at George.

     For the third time, I sighed and lifted up the blanket. I crawled back in next to him, setting my phone on the nightstand next to me.

     It didn't take long for his arms to find their way around me again. I cuddled into his grasp, feeling safe. I closed my eyes, hoping that maybe I'd sleep.

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     I didn't sleep at all. I reached over and turned my alarm off. George groaned next to me, rolling the other way covering his head with a pillow. "Who's idea was it to get up early?" He said, his voice slightly muffled from the pillow.

     "Yours idiot," I said while sitting up, rubbing my eyes. I swung my legs over the bed and stood up. He turned over and looked at me.

     "Eesh, I really did leave a mark," he said, referring to my neck. I laughed.

     "Yeah, good thing Ian tossed my makeup bag into my suitcase. Concealer will fix it," I said, thanking Ian and winking at George. George shook his head and laughed at me.

I smiled and walked towards the bathroom. I had tried to keep it together, and I think I'm doing an okay job, but it was difficult.

I pulled the little, tan tube out of my makeup bag that had been tossed into my suitcase, along with a beauty blender that was in there as well. I dabbed some of the liquid onto the hickeys that we're on my neck, using the sponge to blend it into my skin. Afterwards, I used some powder and brushed it lightly over it.

"Voila," I said and shut the compact, putting everything back in my makeup bag.

"I never understood makeup," George said. He startled me. I turned around to see him leaning against the door frame.

"God, gonna give me a heart attack," I said, clutching my chest, letting out a quick breath. I chuckled a little bit, before turning back around to brush my teeth.

"Why are you getting ready so early, it's only 8:15, you don't have to be there for several hours," he said, making his way next to me in the mirror.

"I know, but I was hoping I could go out and check out a cute little place that I saw down the road yesterday. I just want to go in and check it out."

"Rose, I would love for you too, but..."

"But what? If I'm heading out to work, I can go to a small little shop," I said, coming off more aggressive than I had hoped.

"Look, I know this is tough, but I don't think it's a good idea for you to go anywhere but work. It's not safe," he said, slouching awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck.

"George, I can take care of myself, I promise. I'll be okay."

"I know that you can take care of yourself, but it's just...different."

"Yeah, I know, but we can't be afraid forever."

"Rose, being afraid is what's keeping us alive."

"No, it's what's keeping you alive. For me, it's just not being stupid."

He took a step back, looking hurt. I could feel my eyes lose the harshness in them, gaining a glossy look. I immediately felt regret for saying what I said, but it was true. I couldn't argue with that.

"Joji...I," I began to say, but he cut me off.

"No, don't. I understand," he said, turning slightly, trying not to make eye contact with me. It was very obvious that he was hurt.

I inhaled sharply, not saying another word. I quickly threw on a pair of jeans and one of the t shirts that I had gotten the other day. "I'll be back later," I said. I grabbed my room key.

"Rose, please..." Joji said as I reached the door. The regret and sadness that had filled my body quickly exited, replaced by anger. Why couldn't he get it through his head. He doesn't understand. He doesn't get it. This is his fault. Not mine. Not my fathers. His.

"I said goodbye, George."

I pulled open the door and slammed it as I left. I marched down the hallway, avoiding the elevator, instead taking the stairs. Quicker, and I didn't have to be around anyone for longer than I needed to be.

I walked out of the front of the hotel, putting my keys in my pocket and taking a left. I was mad. No, not mad. Enraged. I was enraged. I was so mad, that I didn't even realize.

I left my phone.

Sitting on the bedside table.

I left my phone.

And that's where I messed up.

also sorry this is kinda short :/