The Promise [ n.h. au ]

Chapter 1

Chapter 1

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[Millie's P.O.V.]

One Year Later

I zip up my last luggage and literally fall back to my bed with a loud thud. I sigh loudly before sitting back up and moving my luggage to the other side of my bed. I sit back down and look around my room.

I was surely going to miss this place. I smiled at the memories that flooded my mind. From the first day I moved in here and to the day I thought about moving to Australia. Yes, Australia.

Tomorrow's my flight so I had to finish packing. I've got to admit, I hate packing and unpacking. It was just so tiring. I decided to work abroad, knowing I'll get much a bigger salary there. Being a waitress doesn't help much with all of my needs. Don't ask me how I got that job. It was such a big mistake.

After I guess what, my third time checking if I already have everything, I hear a loud knock coming from the front door. I literally run to the front door, not forgetting to look in the mirror first before opening it.

"Greyson!" I squeal before hugging him. God, I have missed this boy.

"Millie! I missed you!" Greyson shouts, hugging me back.

Let me introduce you all to my amazing brother. Name is Greyson Hunter, as you can see. Greyson and I were the ones that really sticked together in the family. Our family is quite, broken should I say. A year after my mom gave birth to Greyson, she and dad well, fought a lot and filed for a divorce. I was just what, 5 years old? I know I was still young but I was old enough to know what was happening. It was heartbreaking, for me the most. Greyson was just a year old and knows nothing, he can't even stand up straight yet! I've always felt for Greyson, he was still very young and his parents were already seperated, I know I was too but Greyson was way more important. He was still fragile, like a flower vase, if it falls it breaks. In this case, he could die or get severely injured.

Dad left the house, leaving just the three of us. Mom didn't care about us anymore, she was always busy with work. Greyson grew up a little more, but still not old enough yet for me to tell what was going on. I remembered the nights he would cry whenever he would hear mom and dad breaking stuff in the living room as I would just be there and comforted him, telling him everything was okay when clearly it wasn't. I couldn't help but feel a bit guilty for everything he was experiencing.

She at least remembered about us every night and gave as a quite balanced meal. Could be better though but, it was better nothing. Soon, mom got fired and didn't get to find a new one so she left. Left us all alone. No goodbyes, no letter, nothing. Went abroad or something, I think at least. Greyson and I were supposed to be taken to foster care but I found us a way.

I know, pretty fucked up right? There was so much more, I tell you. But I guess thats just the way how life is, you gotta face anything it throws at you and fight it. I mean, look at us. Everything was fine, right? Sure, we would sometimes recall those bad memories but we would just always ignore it.

I push away my thoughts. I pulled away from our hug and dragged him inside. "Oh my gosh! I can't believe your here!" I gush. I seriously can't contain the excitement I am feeling right now.

"I can't believe I'm here too!" He says, trying to say it in the same way I did. Trying. It came out more of a goat speaking, in a weirder way. If that's even possible. I chuckled before remembering that his luggage was still at the front door.