Not your doormat anymore Novels & Stories

"I'm coming to Los Angeles. I'll persuade you myself." "Be my guest," I said, refusing to back down. "But let me remind you. Los Angeles isn't New York. This isn't your turf." I hung up. And then I blocked the number.

Nobody was getting through that door. Nobody.

I have more things in this room compared to my mom’s only because there are fewer things that grab my attention to put in my room and I should donate the things I have in this room since I don’t need them after I move to my mom. “This is cool,” he said, seeing the lava lamp I have on the nightstand by my bed. “I forgot I had that…” I said looking at it as I stayed by the doorway. Elliot glanced over at me, “It’s fine for me to keep looking?” “Yeah, it's fine,” I said, seeing that he might have noticed my discomfort. “I actually should throw some things out and put it to donation.” Elliot looked at the posters on the wall and turned to me, “Are you sure?” he asked.

Anything. Nothing.

Morganreplied. "Poor you" the doorman said. *

My fingers grazed a single key, and the soft note echoed in the silence like a memory. Outside, a black SUV idled. I hesitated at the threshold, staring at the place where the doormat used to sit before it was tossed in last week’s storm. I’d bought it on a whim. It had said Come back with tacos. Funny how it never felt like home. The imposter opened the door for me. “It’s just until we figure things out.” “Are you going to lie to me again?” I asked, looking him dead in the eye.

Not now. Not ever again.

“You’re safe here… whether you like it or not.” ‎

How could this man be so confident in twisting my intentions? "Chris, are you seriously this delusional? I've told you—I don't love you anymore." His eyes burned red with frustration. "You're my mate. How could you possibly not love me?" Just then, my phone vibrated with another message from Drake. "I'll come pick you up soon." I quickly replied, "No need. I'll drive myself to the ski resort." The last thing I wanted was for Drake to run into Chris and start another pointless argument.

Not yet. Not today.