Millie has always had her heart's desires fulfilled - a cozy home and supportive parents. However, her paradise is about to shatter as she is uprooted to a vaguely familiar town to start new with her aunt.
In this somewhat unfamiliar setting, she c...
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➤ Eli ➤
"I want to talk with you and Millie, and it's not up for debate." Derek's voice echoed through the house. I tried to ignore the idea for as long as possible, but he wouldn't give up. For the longest time, I had Millie act sick, then I had her pretend to go on vacation because I didn't like the idea of him meeting her formally.
"Millie is sick again." I fake a smile, and open my door, but as I'm about to slam the door, he stops it with his hand. "What did I say about walking away when I'm speaking to you?" I always wonder if he realizes how god awful he sounds when he acts strict.
"Hm let me think," I pretended to think about an answer and he looked unamused. "Guess it slipped my brain, maybe next time?" he chuckled at my joke before letting go of my door.
"I'll have a talk with Melissa." That's the last thing he said before I almost blew up. It's taking everything in me not to flip him off and scream every curse word in my vocabulary. Instead, I angrily slam my door and take my phone out.
iMessages Mills 🙈:
My plan has failed us mills My dad wants to meet you.
I heard, pizza place tomorrow..
Fuck At least you'll be there
I'm nervous. Haven't seen him since the jeep incident.
you'll be alright
Derek encountered Millie, and he was not pleased with how it happened. I believe he would have been happy to meet her under different circumstances, but it was my fault that she was in the stolen jeep. He cannot blame her. I don't understand why he feels the need to meet her again. One meeting should have been enough.
We get along better when he doesn't bother me. Sometimes I wish he would just disappear, But then other times I knew I needed him. There's so much shit in my head and I don't know what to do with it all. I usually do really well at ignoring it, but other days it just sits with me.
It's like a cycle of emotions.
This feeling is like an old friend. It comes around when you're feeling the best, it figures out how to get underneath your skin, and it stays that way until you regain your sense of belonging.
I don't ever remember the feeling of depression when I'm not in it. I remember how bad it felt, or how numb I was, but I don't remember it.
When I fall back into it, I can feel myself slipping away from reality. My body self-consciously pulls itself away from everything without me realizing it at first.
