state of grace | fillie

chapter eleven | hard times.

i feel like this chapter is kind of bad and corny but oh well. hope you enjoy

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finn and millie were having an amazing time just rocking out in the teenage boy's bedroom. they'd already listened to the album all the way through once and then they went back to listen to their favorites again. they were both having the time of their lives. in fact, they were having so much fun they didn't realize it was after midnight.

all of a sudden a light knock was heard on the door. finn's eyes widened, he was hoping it was his brother and not his mom. he had a feeling that if his mom knew he was listening to rock music at midnight with a girl she'd be rather angry. fortunately for him, nick peered his head into the room. finn breathed a sigh of relief.

"y'all need to get to sleep and stop listening to those emo songs." nick said, holding back a cheeky giggle.

"th-t-they-they aren't e-e-emo!" finn exclaimed angrily. people calling paramore "emo" was one of his biggest pet peeves.

"emo! emo! edgy! emo! emo!" nick retorted just moments before he slammed the door. finn grunted and quickly flipped both middle fingers at the closed door. millie laughed at her friend's temper.

"he's right though. i... i... i should get home." millie stated exhaling. even though she couldn't actually go home because her father wouldn't let her inside, she didn't think she could stay at finn's house.

"y-y-you can st-st-s-stay here if you w-w-wan-w-want. since it's l-l-late." finn voiced very shyly. millie was quite surprised by his offer. she'd never had a sleepover before, but she wanted to. she just wanted to forget about her father for a little while. she wanted to have fun.

"okay." the brunette girl replied.

since it was so late, finn immediately went to work on arranging their accomodations. he was going to let millie sleep in his bed and he would sleep on the floor. he grabbed two extra pillows and some blankets from the closet. he then began to prepare his bed for millie. he turned down the sheets and put on another pillow.

while finn was preparing her place of rest, millie went to the bathroom. she simply stared at herself in the mirror while running a bit of cold water. she put her hands into sort of a cup formation and splashed some of the icy water onto her face. it felt good and bad at the same time. it was refreshing yet discomforting.

the girl turned sideways and pulled up her shirt to about where her ribs were located. on her left side there were many scabs, cuts, scratches, and scars. some were new while others were years old. she ran her fingers over the soft skin of her stomach until she reached her side, where the skin was very rough. millie winced a little bit as she felt over a cut that was just a couple days old. it was a deep cut and really painful.

she put down her shirt and sighed. "disgusting." she muttered to herself, a frown on her face. it was crazy how fast a good time could turn into an awful time. if millie had been alone, she'd probably cried, but she wanted to be strong in front of her best friend.

"all right, everything i-i-i-is ready!" finn exclaimed happily. he mentally highfived himself when he noticed that he barely stuttered during that sentence.