Me, You, and an Empty Road

6 | chapter six

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C H A P T E R  S I X

IF I WROTE A book about every mistake I made, the book would be overflowing in pages. Thankfully, the good part about making mistakes is to learn and grow. However, I guess I never learned my lesson on confessions. The prospect of ever confessing again sends icy chills down my spine. If things couldn't get even worse, it's the awkward silence of sitting in a car with the person you confessed to blatantly ignoring you. 

Twiddling with my thumbs in the back of the car that had Myles' overwhelming presence was now a bitter reminder that my confession failed once more. There was no telltale sign what Myles was thinking, just him staring straight at the road not sparing a glass or mere words. I groan internally at the way Myles simply walked away when I confessed leaving me in utter turmoil.

He left me standing there, shaking when those words left my dry mouth. The words that I made a promise never to voice again caused my downfall once more. I remember standing in shock watching his feet tread back to the diner, my confession didn't even make him hesitate to walk away. I still remember the cold breeze brushing through my hair and tears streaking down my reddened cheeks, the confession was regressive to the progress I made of ignoring voices telling me to confess. 

"This is very awkward." Declan whistles tapping against the car door. Soft taps filled the car and tense silence worsened. I slammed my foot against Declan's seat watching his head bounce in retort. "Elijah, as much as I love when you show your love for me through kinky kicks. I'm not an exhibitionist like you." 

"I will shove my foot down your throat." Declan smiled rolling his eyes. Usually, the conversation would've been interrupted by Myles with his not needed commentary; he was still unfazed. The car went back into the uneasy quiet. A mind jumbling puzzle of Myles. One second he's flirting with me and making me feel new feelings and excitement, next he's treating me like gunk on the bottom of his shoe. Confessing might've been the right thing to do when thinking about it, get hurt without having any expectations.

"The motel is over there, turn left now." The only decent thing to come out of today is the chance to sleep on a bed. After being stuck laying across a leather seat drowned with Myles' loud snores and Declan desperately grasping my hand in his sleep; it was pure sleep deprivation. Maybe, I can convince Myles that the confession was due to my exhaustion. 

"We can afford only two rooms, Myles you want to sleep with Elijah?" Declan teased nudging Myles shoulder.

"No." 

I looked up from my intertwining thumbs when hearing the first word he's said in over two hours, a harsh cold no. It felt like a little bit of my heart was chipped in the process. It was a fiercely cold hearted no that awakened my goosebumps. I've never heard Myles use that harsh of a tone, he must be in anger that I managed to mess up the weird back and forth relationship between us.

"That was kind of scary." Declan stiffly wheezing to ease the tension.

The motel came into view quietening the inner strife resting in my core. A dimly red open neon sign flickering on and off giving off a horror film vibe, beige walls seemingly haven't been repainted, an empty parking lot except one creepy white van covered with red painted slurs. It was a start of a horror film and I pleaded the cheap mask wearing killer would end my suffrage first.