Anniversery Night

The night when she has him all to herself.

“We have arrived.” The man opened the door and motioned to the giant hotel that stood before me.

“Amber must have threatened your life.” I whispered to myself. The man linked his arm in mine again and led me into the lobby. I’ve never been in a five star hotel before, but I’m pretty sure this was. A grand staircase led to the second floor. He pulled me over to the stairs. A few guests pointed at me, some smiled. I guessed that I looked pretty stunning. My heart was pounding.  I had to hold up my dress to walk up the stairs. Step by step, I walked up like a lady. Usually I’d sprint up the stairs and fall on my face at the top, but this was a special occasion.

“You are one lucky lady.” The man said to me.

“I didn’t even know about it. Don’t tell anyone, but I actually forgot it was my anniversary.” I told him. He smiled. We reached the top and he led me down a hallway.

“Room 403, the anniversary suite.” He said inserting the card into the slot and opening it. I smiled and shook my head.

“Wow, 403.” I said to myself as I walked in. It was definitely five star. A small chandler hung over a medium sized dinner table. The kitchen was small, but everything seemed shiny and new.

“Have a nice night.” The man closed the door. I was shocked that Zeke did this for me, for Erin. I ran my hand along the wall. My heels were hurting me and I bent down to take them off. The floor had a trail of rose petals leading to a door. I slid my shoes off and stared at the trail.

“No way.” My heart pounded even faster. I stepped over the petals and went to the door. The handle felt cold. As I turned the handle my brain started to guess what was inside. It was mostly right. A large bed covered in rose petals, a love seat, one bathroom with a big shower and no door. I gasped shocked by how beautiful it seemed. The designers really knew what they were doing. It was almost my fantasy room. I stood there staring in the room. My heart raced. I jumped almost three feet in the air when my phone went off. It scared me. My ringtone was Erin's favorite song.

“Hello.” I answered not knowing who I was talking to.

“Millie?” The other voice asked. A male voice.

“Yes, this is Millie.”

“Is it true?” He asked. I was confused.

“What are you talking about? Who are you?”

“You don’t even recognize my voice.” He sounded like he was in pain.

“Who is this?” I asked again.

“It’s Chance, Millie. Chance.” He yelled into the phone. I almost dropped it.

“What... what do you want?” I knew what he wanted, but I couldn’t say it.

“You said you’d wait for me. You said you loved me!” Chance yelled into the phone. My eyes stung as I tried to keep my voice calm.

“Chance, listen...”

“No. I’m done listening. Why did you do this to me?” He waited for an answer.

“I didn’t mean for this to happen. I... I did love you, but it’s over.”

“I thought I could trust you. Ditched for a rock star. What a classic.” Chance sounded full of pain and loss. I hated to hear it.

“Chance...” I began.

“I just want to know why you did this to me. You betrayed me.”

“It’s not... you know what? Just leave me alone.” My hidden anger at him came out.

“I loved you! I gave you everything you wanted!”

“You are so blind! That isn’t love! Erin actually cares about my feelings!” I screamed into the phone.

“You know how painful and embarrassing this is?! I was interviewed about how much I loved you! What would happen if the news station found out I was ditched for f*****g rock star!” He screamed back at me.

“That’s all you care about, your image.” The tears ran freely down my cheeks.

“I wish it was, but I was stupid enough to fall for you.” Chance suddenly got quieter.

“Why am I still talking to you?” I asked both of us.

“I really don’t know.”

“Me neither.”

“I... I don’t need this.” Chance told me.

“I don’t need you.”

“I guess this is goodbye forever.” He said. The words stung a bit.

“I’m happy it’s over.” I told him.

“Good bye.” A click sounded from the other end followed by beeping. I backed against the wall and slid to the floor. My tears blurred my vision, but I looked at the heart shaped clock. It was 9:05, the concert ended in an hour.

“Get yourself together.” I told myself. Unfortunately I had practice pulling myself together. I wiped off my tears with my hand, got up, and walked to the bathroom. The makeup had run down my face making me look like a wreck. I opened the drawers and found a small towel and wet it. I’m glad the makeup came off easy or I would have some explaining to do. I did not want to ruin this night after all the trouble Zeke went through. It was a rare occasion to have him do something nice or useful. And after what I just went through, I hoped I could still save the night. I heard a knock at the door. My legs protested against moving, but I had to see who it is. I opened the door and was greeted by a tall man with a cart. He went past me and into the room.

“Oh, yeah, room service.” He turned to me and waved.

“Hello.” I said back.

“My name’s John, I’ll be your server tonight, blah, blah, blah.” John seemed pretty young, early twenties. He pushed the cart over to the table and started to pile up the dishes.

“Is that food?” I asked. John turned to me and raised his eyebrows.

“Yes, it is food. So, where’s your lover?” He turned back around and began setting up again.

“He’s....out right now.” I answered not knowing if I should let out more information.

“Out, eh? Sounds kinda strange since you’re in an anniversary suite. But who am I to judge.” John shrugged his shoulders. A plate clanked as he not so gently set it down.

“Yeah, it’s kinda weird.” I crossed my arms.

“What does he do for a living? You’d have to be pretty rich to get all this.” His hand motioned around the room.

“He’s...he’s a bass player in a band.” I hesitated to tell him.

“What band? Maybe I know it.” He walked to one side of the table and set a vase in the middle. John looked up at me.

“The band, Darkrise.” I told him. His jaw dropped and the plate he was holding fell onto the floor.

“Darkrise, no way!” He jumped around. “You mean the rock band, Darkrise?”

“Is there any other?” I asked.

“You are the luckiest girl in the world. Dude, that’s epic.”

“Yeah, it is.”

“I knew you looked familiar. You’re dating Erin.” He waved his finger at me remembering. I was standing there, my arms still crossed.

“Shouldn’t you be setting up the meal?” I asked him calmly. John paused for a moment.

“Oh, yeah, sorry.” He picked up the plate and set it back down on the cart. “What’s your name anyhow?” John asked while grabbing a giant platter.

“Millie Hoffman.”

“Millie? I know you from somewhere else. You’re that girl the guy on tv was talking about. Aren’t you with him?” He cocked his head and set down the platter.

“No, not anymore. I’ve been dating Erin for a year now.” I uncrossed my arms and swung them at my sides. He looked at me and then grabbed some covered trays.

“I can’t wait to tell my friends.” His voice was filled with excitement. I looked over the table. It looked great. John walked around the table inspecting it for imperfections.

“You did a good job.” I told him unsure of what else I could say.

“It’s my job.” He clapped his hands and grabbed the cart. “That’s what you get when you don’t graduate high school, you become a freakin maid at a hotel.” I felt like I was slapped  when he said that. I never did graduate high school. My depression back then was worse than ever . The only thing that helped me get through the fact that I’d never see my friends again, was Chance. But that’s in the past and I don’t care to bring it up.

“Well, you  better leave before Erin comes.” I told John.

“You mean I could actually meet him! Oh my god!” He let go of the cart and jumped around.

“No, you need to leave.”

“Aw, well I’d better get going then.” His eyes were glittering with excitement. I opened the door and he wheeled the cart out.

“Goodbye.” I called after him.

“Have a nice night.” John said halfway down the hall. The door slammed shut. My head started to hurt. I groaned and approached the table. All the food was covered with metal bowls. I didn’t have the energy to want to uncover them. My gaze turned to the clock in the kitchen. It was only 9:33 and I was getting impatient.

“He’s not a rockstar. Erin’s a sweet, handsome, nice man. And I love him.” I mumbled to myself. My fingers tapped the table over and over again. I sighed deeply and sat down in one of the chairs. “Why can’t you be a superhero and get here faster?” My dress got caught on the corner of the table and ripped a hole in it. I cursed and sat down not really caring at the moment. The room felt so cold. Not a soul was around. No footsteps in the hallway, no muffled voices from the room next door, nothing. Silence consumed the room. My heartbeat quickened as I thought about the silence. It scared me. I closed my eyes and sighed. Erin, why can’t you get here sooner? All of a sudden I felt tired. The silence controlled my mind and it went blank as I drifted off.

“Millie?” I jumped up and looked around. A loud bell rang around the room followed by a knocking at the door. “Are you in there?” Erin yelled through the door.

“Oh, I’m so sorry, Erin.” I ran to the door and opened it. He looked nothing like how he usually did after a show. Usually he was sweaty, messy, and tired. Erin was the complete opposite this time. His hair was slicked back, he had on a fancy tuxedo, and in his hands was the most beautiful bouquet of flowers I’d ever seen

“Hey, babe.”  He embraced me. We walked back into the room. Erin let me go and handed me the flowers.

“Erin, you didn’t...”

“I love you and I want this to be the most memorable night of your life.” He cut me off. My mind was processing his words.

“First, lets eat.” I grabbed his hand and pulled him to the table.

“I’m not hungry.” He told me when we reached it. I stared up at him. Erin put his hands on the sides of my face.

“Are you sure?” I asked. He seemed to be searching my face for something.

“What’s wrong?” His voice expressed his concern. My eyes dropped to the floor.

“It’s nothing.”

“He called, didn’t he?” I looked up to him again and bit my lip.

“Yeah, it’s nothing though.”

“We can talk, you know?” His left hand caressed my cheek and grabbed my shoulder.

“I don’t want to ruin the night.” I told him, looking away.. He took my chin and turned it so I faced him.

“As long you live and breath, nothing can be ruined.” My eyes started to tear up. I had never heard anyone say something like that to me. At least not as serious as he had.

“You really mean it.” It was not a question.

“Until I die, I will mean it.” He answered anyway. I flung my arms around his neck and pressed my lips on his. His lips greeted mine happily.

“I love you.” I whispered in his ear as he locked his hands behind my waist. He started to kiss my neck.

“I know.” Erin said between kisses. “I love you too.” We pressed ourselves as close as we could to each other. His kisses made my head go fuzzy and I forgot everything. This was going to be the best night of my life. We started to back up toward the bedroom. My hand went behind me incase we hit the wall. I hit wall with my hand and Erin pressed against me. He stared into my eyes and smiled.

“You look so nice. Too bad we couldn’t eat dinner.” I told him. He chuckled and kissed me again. I felt him reach over and open the door. Our feet got twisted together as we attempted to get into the room. We fell to the floor, but Erin had turned in the air so he hit the floor first. We laughed, he pulled me closer and kissed me again. I reached for his coat and undid his buttons. Erin quickly slid off his coat sleeves without his lips leaving mine. He had a shirt on underneath. His hands were wrapped all the way around my waist.  All I wanted was him. My hands ran through his hair, messing it up. The shoulder strap for my dress slipped down onto my arm. I twisted, bent, and squeezed my arm out of the sleeve. His hands instantly went to my other sleeve and slid it down and off my arm. The dress still stayed on and didn’t reveal anything. In return I slid my hands up his shirt and started to lift it over his head. He let go of my waist and put his arms up. The shirt slid off easily. After his shirt came off he lifted me and threw me onto the bed.

“Having fun yet?” Erin asked seductively as he crawled onto the bed and over me.

“You have no idea.” I answered.

Author's Note

Pretty graphic