The Promise [ n.h. au ]

Chapter 6

Chapter 6

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[Millie's P.O.V.]

Niall hasn't come back yet. Thank god for that.

I am currently eating lunch right now. Which was delivered pizza. I did my best covering up the cuts and bruises but it's still visible, I spent hours trying to. But I guess its just that prominent, and I absolutely hate it.

I take a sip of water and continue chewing the pizza. An episode of Tom and Jerry comes on. Yes, I am watching cartoons. But this is the only interesting thing on the tv. It was either this or Dora. Of course, I rather go with Tom and Jerry. Damn cable.

They've been chasing and hitting each other for the whole time. How do they stay alive? Of course, its a cartoon. Anything's possible in cartoons. Stupid me.

The episode finished the same time I finished my lunch. Man, I'm full. I throw away the pizza box and placed the glass on the sink. I washed my hands before looking up to the clock on the wall which read 1:09pm. I was still debating whether I should go or cancel my plans with Lucas.

I walk towards the bathroom and chose to take a bath, not even caring to look at my reflection. I already know how bad I look. I turn the knob and waited for the water to turn warm. Once it was, I stripped off my clothes and hopped in the shower. I gently wash my hair and body before stepping out. I dried my body and wrapped the towel around me. As I was about to stop out of the door, I can't help but look at myself in the mirror. Hoping for any improvements.

My cuts weren't as visible as earlier but it's still there. The cut on my nose still hurts, a lot. It stings bad. I walk over to my luggage and picked out new clothes. I found some ointment in my bag, perfect.

I go back to the bathroom and gently put the cream on all of them. I give it a while to settle before laying in the bed again, feeling tired of being tired. I look at the time and saw that it was already 1:50pm. I guess I have no more time to cancel.

I change into a pair of jeans and a sweater, trying to cover up all of my cuts and bruises but not giving it away too much as well. I put on my beanie, hoping it will help hide my cut on the forehead. I put on my favorite pair of Toms and grabbed my purse. I grab my phone and put it in as well. I take one more look at myself in the mirror, not caring to put any band aids on anymore. I look up the clock and saw it was already 3 minutes past 2pm. "Darnit." I mutter under my breath.

I go out of the hotel room quietly, hoping not to gain any more attention more than I will. Thankfully, I took the elevator alone and fastly walked out of it once the doors open. I was about to reach the main door when an awfully familiar voice stops me.

"Aww, look at you. All bruised up." Her high-pitched voice interrogates my ears. I turn around to find Alexa smirking, looking at me up and down like I was some piece of crap.

"I don't care of what you're going to say. Go away." I say trying to keep calm as she just continues looking at me. I turn around slowly and continue going out of the hotel, imagining myself strangling her to death over and over again. "B*tch." I mumble.

Once I reach the cafe, I spot Lucas standing infront leaning against the wall. He sees me and smiles. I approach him with a small smile in return. The closer I go to him, the sooner his smiles fade. He frowns looking down at me, since he is taller.

"What happened to your face?" He asks suspiciously. Taking a better look.

"Oh, I fell of a flight stairs yesterday. I was running and the next thing I knew, boom, I'm rolling down the stairs." I lie. Hoping he'll just go with it.