SiX the Musical (& Cast) Oneshots

Don't judge an abuser by her cover - Cast

TW: Aimillie, abuse, Aimie's on drugs, Millie's depressed, Courtney's fucked up, Maiya's AWOL, drinking, self-harm and EDs, overdosing, mentions of su!c!de, Aimie's not a bitch dw guys, mentions of Nando's #productplacement #ifyou'reasidesaladbeaFinoSideSaladfromNandos

PS. This is a story. I don't dislike Aimie or Courtney. Fuck all, this entire book is literally just Aimie anyway. We do love Courtney <3

Millie stood in front of the mirror, her hand grazing over her skin, all over her body.

Her long, chestnut-streaked hair ran messily down her back, and her skin was covered in cuts and bruises.

Lately, Aimie had been leaving home early and coming home later and later, so late that sometimes Millie didn't get the chance to speak to her. She never left notes before she left, nor explained herself on the rare occasion that they were in the same room together (Millie had asked, and Aimie only shrugged and walked away).

To Millie, she was probably cheating on her, and in all honesty, there was no surprise there.

It was clear to Millie how strained their relationship had gotten. Earlier when they finished their runs of SiX, they were all over each other, and Aimie spent almost 24/7 with Millie. They were happy.

But as time went on, Aimie went a whole tangent Millie couldn't even dream of her going on.

She started smoking (Millie screamed at her when she found out, to which Aimie smacked her three times and left for a week, not telling Millie where she went).

Then she started relying on alcohol and anti-depressants (again, Millie screamed, and got another few smacks and a cold shoulder in return).

Then she started cutting herself to the point where there was almost no skin left on her arms (no literally, and this time when Millie confronted her about it, she only ran away).

And last but not least, Aimie's anger management issues were so beyond messed up, that even Millie didn't know what to do.

If Aimie had a bad day, she'd walk in with a bottle of alcohol and a cigarette and start screaming words at Millie. Just words, but the ferocity scared her.

If it was really bad, then Aimie would throw things at her, hence the cuts.

A good day would typically consist of Aimie coming home at around five o'clock, and actually acknowledging Millie's presence. The number of these days dwindled as the months progressed, however, and Millie stopped hoping for her to improve.

A really good day would consist of Aimie not leaving the house at all, and actually finding the place in her heart to ask and care for Millie. These days were so hard to come by, even Millie forgot when she last had the chance to kiss her girlfriend.

"Well, fuck," she said to herself, clothing herself in a track set and walking downstairs, the familiar hope that Aimie would be there, filling her up.

And she was. For once.

Millie cocked her head to one side, tiptoeing towards the sofa where she saw Aimie's ponytail bob.

Her ponytail. Her iconic look.

'Why was she so desperate to have Aimie at home, when she was almost abused by her?', you may think.

Well, Millie didn't have an answer either, but what she could potentially argue her case with, was that Aimie was only ever in a bad mood if something happened outside, so the chances of her hurting Millie if she was inside all day was low.

"Put on a happy face," Millie recited to herself, turning the corner and sitting beside Aimie. The first time she'd been in close proximity to Aimie in weeks.