Part Twenty-one

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Finn's POV:

I wanted to make it stop, I wanted all the pain she was feeling in this moment go away. it's breaking me. What made her break down like this?

Mills is the toughest girl I know. She didn't even cry like this when she opened up to me about her mother. Who ever hurt her is going to feel my wrath.

We were now in my car. I was sitting in the backseat of my car with millie in my lap still letting out soft sobs. She had calmed down a bit since she first started crying.

I had asked her what was wrong once her crying had ceased and she still hasn't spoken a word.

But one thing i'm not gonna do is pressure her to talk if she doesn't want to. the silence we were in while holding each other was comfortable but there was still questions left unanswered.

"You feel a little better now?' I felt her head nod up and down against my chest. therese some progress.

"You hungry?" She quickly shook her head no. I sighed out loud. She has been very picky lately.

"I wish I knew what was wrong and how I could fix it mills."

"You can't" she simply said. That is the first thing she has said to me this whole time.

"We won't know that for sure until you tell me." She went quite.

"Does something hurt? Your head? Stomach? Cramps? Anything?" She shook her head no.

"Did you flunk a test or something?" She shook her head no again.

"Did someone say something to you?" she hesitated.

I lifted her head up and made her look at ,me "Did someone hurt you?!" I could feel my anger getting the best of me.

Before I could do anything else Millie had pulled me into a kiss. She didn't stop she kept kissing me. She pulled away for few seconds to catch her breath before she cupped my cheeks and pulled me back into another passionate kiss.

I felt her start to rock her hips against me gradually picking up her pase.

Before she could go any further i grabbed her hips forcing her hips to stop their movement,

"Not here" I breathlessly whispered. Without any other words being exchanged he both hoped into the front seat. I started the car and started to make my way to my house.

I feel like my writing is starting to improve a bit <3 that makes me happy. (I'm proud of myself for being this active)

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