Chapter twentyfive

56 2 0
                                        

Milly's p.o.v

I opened my eyes being blinded by the sun, my head was pounding so I quickly closed them again. I moved around in the spacious bed only to be met by somebody else's leg... what the? I thought and that's when it hit me, black sheets and the huge windows this wasn't my bed.

I stayed completely still not wanting to wake the person beside me, once I built up the courage I open my eyes again shooting up from the bed.
"Oh god no please no" I whispered realizing exactly where I was, how did I get here? I flipped off the covers only to see that I wasn't wearing any clothes... just underwear.

I jumped up from the bed and started rummaging around the room in panic "where's my fucking phone" I yelled in a whisper.

Ding!
On the nightstand next to the bed how could I have missed it? As I was walking over to get it I tripped over some clothes on the floor landing with a thud waking Brian out of his sleep.

"Milly?" He asked but it sounded like he had no recollection of me being here and neither did I. He stood up from the bed and surprise he only wore boxer briefs, I palmed my face at the sight of him.

"It's not what yo-" I cut him off putting a hand up to silence him "I'm going and I'm not coming back" was all I said.
I pulled on my jeans and tank top that were neatly folded on the chair beside me and left without a word... or shoes.

"God fuck me!" I yelled realizing I left my shoes in the apartment, luckily there was a dollar store across the street so I went in and brought a pair of sandals. Being that I don't even remember getting here I had to call an Uber home, the driver was fairly nice and realized the state I was in. He tried to help my feel better by playing "his favorite band" which turned out to be Avenged Sevenfold.

By the time I got home I felt sick to my stomach and cheap, I've never experienced a drunken one night stand. And to think it was with my ex who I wasn't fully over, and now I doubt I'll ever be.

I got into the shower letting the hot water rinse away my shame I don't know why but I was truly disgusted in myself. I was never the girl who left the bar pissy drunk with guys that was more of a Jenna and Ashley thing, my two best friends back home. It was always me ruining the fun and letting their many suitors know that neither one of them were leaving the  bar on my watch.

I stepped out and dried off throwing on whatever, I didn't really care much about how I looked at this present moment I just wanted to disappear.
It was at that moment that I regretted ever coming to California, I had lost sight of my goals and let another man control me once again. It was stupid of me to ever think I would become a model, I should have listened to my father and he needed to hear that.

I picked up my phone shakily and dialed the number he picked up on the first try "Daddy?" I whispered, he sounded sleepy "Milany?"

"Daddy I want to come home... for a while maybe a week or two do you think you can book me a flight for tonight."
I tried my best to hide the pain in my voice but he knew me all to well "yes princess I'll see what they have available are you okay? Did somebody hurt my baby?"

"No daddy I just really miss you, Cali isn't what it's hyped up to be I miss home." And he understood that clearly I wasn't enjoying myself "the next flight leaves at 5 tonight think you can make it on time?"

I agreed and thanked him a million times but I had to hurry, being that it was almost 2 o'clock. I Packed everything that would fit into my giant suitcase not that I would need any of it, then I called an Uber to the airport. By the time I got there it was only 3:30 and I had sometime, so I decided to sit down in the restaurant and grab a bite to eat.

A quick lunch special of chicken Alfredo and a nice glass of red wine my favorite. I posted a picture of my food before digging in, time rolled on and I found myself on a plane back to South Carolina. Who would've thought the daring and courages Milany Sanchez was taking her ball and running home... oh well we all fail sometimes.

IF ONLY .... (COMPLETED) Where stories live. Discover now