MILLIE’S POV
Life kicks you in the teeth, then it has you laughing while you're bleeding from your gums.
Yeah, well, that's where I'm at, right to the edge of the world, clinging with what little I got left, smiling all the while for Jay, my boy, my heart.
The courts are breathing down my neck, all set to snatch him away from me, but I damn sure am not gonna let them see me break. Not in front of him.
Jay has got all his Legos all over the floor, building something—a spaceship or a castle or something. I don't know.
I just sit there watching him, so focused, with his little tongue poking out the corner of his mouth like he is the king of the world.
To me, he is my king, my baby boy, the only good thing in this rotten, godforsaken mess.
"Mommy, see! I made a dragon!"
Jay's eyes shine, and for a moment, everything—all the crap swirling around us—just goes away.
I forget the lawyers, the social workers, the stone-cold-eyed judge who thinks he knows better than me what my son needs.
I forget, because God, that smile on Jay's face makes everything right.
"That's one mean-looking dragon there, cutie pie!" I gush and take my fingers through his hair, my fingers unsteady from this very moment, but I get it pulled back together. "What's his name, anyway? It has to be a good one for a dragon."
He grinned at me, missing his front tooth, and my heart just about shattered.
"His name's Blaze! He's the toughest dragon in the whole world! He can protect us from anything, right, Mommy?"
I nod and take a big swig of my drink to wash that lump down my throat.
"Damn straight, Blaze can take on the whole world—just like you, Jay. You are powerful, and don't let anybody mess with you.".
Jay laughs, and that's beauty—raw, painful beauty that pulls at the gut because you know it can't last. And I can't let him see that.
I can't let him see me in my weakness. So, I play along, pretending like everything's fine, like our world is not about to come crashing down around us.
I need to keep him happy, keep him distracted. Maybe if I focus on the little things, I can forget what's coming too.
I scoop him up, quickly heaving him over my shoulder like a sack of potatoes.
He squeals and laughs at me as if I have just told the most brilliant joke.
His tiny hands grab at my hair, and I twirl him around and around, making him dizzy, making him happy. It is that sound of his laughter, his small body pressed against mine, that I cling to.
That helps me in keeping on my toes, even when everything around me seems to fall apart.
We head to the kitchen, and I set him on the counter. He's still giggling, almost.
We got flour in a bowl as I was ready to make a small cake.
"Look, Mama! I made you a smiley face!" Jay shows me his bowl, as proud as anything, and I nod, playing along, acting like my world is not falling apart.
"Well, that's one happy-looking bowl of flour, Jay."
My eyes never look away from his face, and I am trying to burn everything into my mind: his tangled blonde hair, his green eyes that seem a spitting image of mine, his tiny nose wrinkling when he's focused on something in front of him.
I burn it all into remembrance, as soon it may be all that's left –memories.
When I’m out of my head I notice that flour is everywhere and the kitchen's a real mess.
"Are you okay, Mommy?" Jay's voice is soft and concerned. Christ, he's too curious for his own good.
Smack the smile on, though it feels an awful lot like a knife twisting in my gut.
"Course I am sweetheart. Why wouldn't I be?"
His big green eyes are as if they are trying to figure me out, and I hate that.
Through me he can see so plainly. But I can't let him know it. Can't let him see me crack.
"I'm just tired, J. You wear me out, you know that?" I tousle his hair, trying to lighten the mood.
It doesn't shine so bright now, and then he would still be giggling, still.
"You should get some sleep, Mommy."
"I'm okay. We still got that dragon to finish, right?"
The glee returns to his face, and it is only then that I can breathe an easy sigh.
Afternoon of building Lego dragons and battling imaginary enemies, all with me diving into it with every bit of might I had—the urge to hold onto those moments, the fight to hold the tears back.
Finally, Jay gets tired.
"Come on baby let's get you in bed." I say as I carry him to bed.
I put him to bed and then tuck him in, maybe with a kiss to his forehead, lingering a bit longer than I should.
Almost under my breath, I tell him.
"Love you baby, “my voice sort of cracking, as I drag the blanket up against his chin.
He Sort of mumbles something back, he is half asleep already, and I stand there watching him—fighting back the urge to cry.
I can't lose him. Just cannot.
The moment I am out of his room, everything falls. I gingerly click the door to a close behind him and slump my back against it, trying to catch my breath.
I have been squeezed on my chest, and it feels as if someone is squeezing my hand on it, so it hurts to breathe.
I stumble into the bathroom, lock the door behind me, and let it out—all of it, the tears and sobs I've held back all day.
I sit down on the floor, bury my face in my hands, let myself go, and cry.
My shoulders were shaking, as it now dawned on me, again, that silent, ugly crying was on my schedule.
They're going to take him from me. God damn it, they're going to take him from me.
They're going to yank my heart out of my chest, and they're going to leave me bleeding. I can't—fuck, I can't do this.
Jay's all I got now, and now they're gonna take him away because I am not good enough, because I am too damn messed up, because life's a cruel bitch who doesn't give a flying damn who it hurts.
I imagine a life without him: hollow, cold, a never-ending nightmare.
I think of those nights when I rolled over to reach out for him, and his side of the bed was empty, or that morning when I woke up and he wasn't there.
My heart broke at the thought that he wouldn't be there to meet me, smiling face and all, on my rising.
It is the birthdays I will miss, scraped knees I shall not be in a position to kiss better, dreams he will never chase.
I cry until there's nothing left—until my eyes are dry, my throat raw.
An ache. Still, then, it doesn't go away. It just keeps on telling me that no matter how hard I fight, I could lose him any minute.
I get to my feet, all shaky, and stand in front of the mirror, there as I look at the face that blinks back at me with now-red, puffy eyes and blotchy-splotchy features from the crying.
I look like hell, and I don't care. I sprinkle some cold water over my face in an attempt to wash away all the evidence of my breakdown, but it's still there—the hurt, simmering below.
Can't let Jay see me go weak; can't let him know, not for the wide world, that I am so scared, so close to falling apart.
I've gotta be strong for him, even if it's the hardest damn thing I ever did.
Drying my eyes, I straightened my clothes, slapped my favorite sexy smile on my face, and headed on down to the room we shared.
I slipped into the room, got into bed with him, pulled him close to smell his shampoo, and the warmth of his little body.
"Good night, sweetheart," I whispered, kissing the top of his head. He stirred a little, burrowed tighter into me; I held him hard, like that would keep him safe.
But in the base of my stomach, I know I'm fighting a losing battle. It freaks the hell out of me, man.
I have no idea when I slept off…
MILLIE'S POVI was woken up by the loud alarm I sent on my phone. The clock on my phone seemed to blink at me as if it knew how late I was running with each stride out of my shoebox apartment. Already five minutes behind schedule, my anxiety made it feel like lead in my feet.Fingers fumbled with keys while I locked the house,"Fuck! "I swore under my breath at that cab screeching into position.I quickly got in and settled in the backseat."Where to?" he asked, eyeing me in his rearview mirror."Just get me to the restaurant,” I said, tossing a few crumpled bills onto the seat. It wasn't nearly enough, but I had no choice. "And step on it. I'm already late."He nodded, and the cab lurched forward down into the morning traffic, honking here and there.I was a mass of anxiety inside my head. Cassie would kill me if I was late, not to mention I had to collect her damn coffee.Ah, well, the coffee definitely ranked last in my thoughts right then.The cab finally pulled up outside the r
MILLIE'S POVI sat perched on the edge of my bumpy bed and stared at the wall like all the answers were on it.Again late, but I really didn't care. My mind strayed to Jay, as my mind has for days now—to my baby boy, sweet little guy who did not have any idea his whole world was about to turn upside down.I wouldn't lose him—but, damn, it felt like everything was stacked against me.I gripped the thin blanket, causing my knuckles to turn white as I tried to calm my racing heart. I had to figure this out. I had to.They can't take my baby away from me.Fuck why is life so unfair…The lawyer's papers, on the bed beside me, reminded me of what all this had to do with.It was the kind of sick joke where everyone else laughed and you stood there unable to do anything.
I visited one of my companies, a modeling agency. By then, I was already boiling with anger because all their models were too skinny and very ugly. I needed bitches with big fluffy asses, sexy-looking bitches not broomsticks. Something clients would see and want to smash. That's how the brand sells and how I attract my top-class clients.My eyes skimmed across the office space: bright walls, polished floors, and beautifully designed interiors.Yes, this was perfect, beauty was my second name.Indirectly inviting clients or impressing them-a totally different story compared to the contents of my head. Here, there was a grave issue, and there wasn't anything that was going to make me sugarcoat it.The faces of employees whom I passed in the hallways turned toward me with smiling eyes, they have no idea how pisses I am at their stupid faces.Their faces changed when I returned their smiles with a scowl.They all knew what was about to happen. They'd seen it before. And to be honest, I
ADANMaybe she stood out so much amidst all that beautiful, polished, glittery world of the modeling agency.Maybe it was just the way she seemed so original—so beautiful in her awkwardness.I shook my head to get her off my mind and then headed for home. ****The ride home to my penthouse apartment was silent, save for the purring of the engine and maybe an occasional honking from the impatient.I still fumed at the chaos that had erupted back at the office. Frustration simmered, not too far from the surface.Lights of the city whizzed by as I gripped tighter on the steering wheel to try and push my anger away.Work was one thing,
ADANI drummed my fingers across the cool surface of my mahogany desk as my mind circled time and again to the fiery redhead who had stormed into the ops room earlier.There was something about Millie that I just couldn't seem to shake.It wasn't just her looks—those certainly didn't lack, either. No, there was something in her that nailed me with pure, wild energy. She was unplugged, not wired to impress people. It alone set her apart from the people bathed in an aura of perfection.I needed new faces, models who could really catch the eye of my elite clients. I'd got too thin, generic girls, nothing that screamed luxury, nothing which would make any to sit up and take notice.But Millie? She was exactly what I needed.That 'it' factor, indefinable and unable to be trained or bought, sat there in her. I could already picture her doing some of those more out-of-there shoots in my head; these were precisely the types that would set my agency worlds ahead of the competition.First, t
MILLIE'S POVIt was supposed to be a chill day today—a very seldom, much-needed day off where I had nothing planned.Not running errands, no shifts—none of that crap dealing with stupid people asking stupid questions. Just me, myself, and Netflix.I was halfway through some cheesy rom-com I'd seen a hundred times, legs crossed with my feet propped up on my coffee table, bowl of popcorn in my lap. Life was good.That is, until my phone buzzed on the couch beside me. I groaned, half tempted to ignore it, but the screen flickered to life with Dean's name, and my stomach did this weird little flip.What the hell does Dean want on my day off?Sighing, I snatched up my phone and swiped to answer."Yeah?"Millie, it's Dean. Listen, I know it's your day off, but Mr. Serrano is asking for you at the
MILLIEThere will be days when you feel as though you're reaching rock bottom, and then there is a day like you find out this is just the beginning of that long descent into madness. Today was that day.I laid sprawled on my couch, eating a bowl of cereal like some crazed woman who hadn't seen food in weeks. The TV was going on about something stupid, some reality show garbage, and I was about two seconds from passing out when my phone rang. Dean. Of all people. On my day off.It crossed my mind very briefly to fling the phone out of the window; but then there was Cassie. If Cassie's assistant, Dean, was calling me then that could only spell trouble. I reached for the pause button on the TV and groaned as I picked up the phone."Mr. Adan wants to see you, now," he rasped over the line, his usual monotone laced with something I'd never heard from him before—panic."And who the bloody hell is Mr. Adan?" I asked, my head still reeling from shock for being dragged to work on my holy day
MILLIEHis eyes haunted me, it was as if he looked right through me and into the darkest recesses of my soul, looking at every doubt that raced through my mind.Finally, upon getting home and walking in those foolish heels, my feet hurt so bad and my head felt like a big jumbled mess. I fell by the side of the couch, my purse slung onto it, and looked up at the ceiling, trying to wrap my brain around all that had just transpired.What the hell was I supposed to do? On the one hand this was a crazy opportunity. The amount of money Mr. Serrano was talking about would change everything for me and Jay.I could finally get out from under this mountain of debt, get a decent lawyer, and maybe-just maybe-win custody of my son. On the other hand.speakeasy? Underground? And that Mr. Serrano had said something along the lines of "demanding work".call it more than a little uneasy. What exactly was he expe