𝐵𝑜𝑟𝑛 𝑡𝑜 𝐾𝑖𝑙𝑙. [𝐹𝐼𝐿𝐿𝐼𝐸]

Temporary 3.

temporary
/ˈtɛmp(ə)rəri/
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adjective
lasting for only a limited period of time; not permanent.

"How do you know him?" He asks to break the short silence.

"Jacob?" She states at him. "A boy from highschool, he's been trying to ask me out ever since."

"You could've moved away from him. Unless you have and he just followed you here," Millie softly chuckles, looking to the side in attempts to hide her grin.

"I would've gotten a restraining order by then." She's just glad the situation hasn't gotten that far, yet. "And, it's not like any other colleges would accept me."

"Why's that?" He queries, making quick eye contact. Even when she looks away, he continues to stare at her.

"Because my parents aren't here with me."

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to-"

"No no, he's not dead." She shakes her head and frowns towards him. If only she knew he muttered to himself on the head, Finn started to struggle to listen to this. Oh, how the guilt fell heavily upon him. Most times he'd feel numb but he felt empathy for this girl. "But I guess that's what people see. He's been missing for two years, now."

"Two years." He repeats. "You still have hope he's still out there?" Millie doesn't know anymore, it just feels like she's clinging onto something to keep her going. She shrugs.

"I don't know anymore. All I do is hope." She feels the tears start to brew in her eyes, she tilts her head up hoping for her eyes to dry. "Sorry. I just haven't talked about dad in awhile." He tries to nod understandingly.

"In college, what is your major?"

"Art and design, I might go back to do an architecture course. Are you doing any courses at the moment?"

"Uh, no. Not right now anyways," he nervously chokes a laugh.

"Isn't that the tiniest bit boring? What do you do all day? Any job?"

"I uh- it's..best not to say."

"Should I be scared right now?" She skeptically smiles, raising her brows at him. Though he never responds to the question.

"Is this it?" He points out a large building, with an obvious sign directing its a university. "I shouldn't be holding you back from your lessons." There's a small smile between the two as they slowly begin to part ways.

"What's your..-" But when she glances back behind, there's nothing but an old oak tree standing there, it's green leaves breezing calmly in the wind.

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He slams the door quite harsh, alerting his parents he's home. He hangs his coat on the rack before entering the large living room.

Finn scans around the dark room, it seems dark and empty. Still and cold. He takes on nervous step further, hesitant when looking over the kitchen counters.

Finn jumps when the lamp from the living turns around, he snaps his neck around to see his father. Luther is more in the shadows then the light, sipping something from a crystal cup.

"The hell are you doing in the dark?" Finn takes a deep sigh, letting his hands flop down to his side.

"This better for you, Finn?" He flicks on the light switch, brightening up the place. "All I wanna ask is how you've been doing with the girl." Luther sets the cup on the table beside him, crossing his arms.

"Yeah, I've found out she goes to Sacramento city college. Is that it? Am I done?"

"I'm not the person you should be asking. You should be speaking to Frank." Finn jitters at the thought of him, he can't stand the thought of talking to the man.