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I lay on the couch and binge-watch as many shows as I can to distract myself.
When Danielle returns from work, I finally tell her everything — with a few details redacted because I can’t take the look of pity on her face.
She engulfs me in a hug. “I’m so sorry they left you stranded. That’s awful. Though, you could’ve been stranded somewhere worse.”
I smile. I knew she’d try to find the silver lining.
She eyes me. I can tell she knows I’m not telling her everything, but she’s not one to push.
I lay back down and close my eyes. I want to just forget it ever happened and move on.
CHAPTER 19
MILLIE
The past few weeks have gone by in a blur.
I’ve gone from interview to interview, from club to club. I’ve done everything I can to get Aaron out of my mind, but when I close my eyes every night, there he is.
How can I be this hung up on a guy that couldn’t care less about me?
Danielle is taking me out tonight, convinced that this is the night I will snap out of my funk.
I walk out in a short new outfit that she treated me with. She feels bad that the show isn’t paying me and I’m still waiting to hear if I’m successful in any of the twenty roles I’ve interviewed for.
I would usually feel bad that she bought it for me, but right now I will take anything that will distract me, including shopping.
Danielle keeps slowly trying to push me for further details, but I’m still not ready to talk about it.
I can barely process what happened because I’m not sure what actually happened and what I exaggerated in my mind.
All I know is I have a pit in my stomach, and I feel sick all the time.
Danielle obviously knows something is up. I’m suddenly wearing sexy outfits, wearing more makeup, and flirting with guys.
She even made a joke that I’ve been body snatched.
Danielle drags me to the dance floor, and I try to lose myself in the music. The beat pulses through my body as I sway from side to side. I try to get in sync with the sea of bodies all moving to the bass. For a moment, my mind is empty, and I feel free.
Not the same kind of free I was in The Bahamas, but something akin to it.
Music is the only escape of late. Danielle has been trying to help, to talk to me, but without me divulging details, there’s not a great deal she can do. She has told me she will take me to see a doctor if I don’t start feeling better soon, though; I’ve worked myself up so much that I’ve been struggling to keep food down.
I don’t need to see a doctor because I know what’s wrong. I know my mind is in a loop going back and forth about what happened and why.
If I had answers, maybe I could find some peace and move on.
My phone beeps in my purse. I pull it out, quickly glance at the screen and do a double take.
Surely that’s not right.
Danielle leans over. “Hold on. Does that say you just received a ridiculous amount of money?”
I squint at my phone. That’s a lot more than what was in my contract.
I hold the phone out to Danielle and she looks equally confused. She zooms in on my banking app and gives me a weird look.
“What?” I say.
