Clique: Fillie

9

Trigger warning.

Millie's date with Jacob had just finished and she was in high spirits. It went well. He was charming and paid for an expensive meal at an expensive restaurant, of course Millie ate close to nothing and what she did eat she was sure to get rid of after. But he was a complete gentleman, she found herself liking him even more than she did before. She also liked the fact that he was older than her, it made him seem more mature and mysterious.

They walked out of the restaurant, Millie laughing at something he had just said.

'Thank you for tonight, I had a great time.' She smiled.

'No problem.' He smirked back, he then moved towards her and kissed her roughly. His tongue pushing into her mouth without her wanting it to. She liked him, but this was quite sudden. She squirmed out of his grip, pushing him off her.

'Jacob....dont' she whispered,

'Come on Millie, I know you like me.' He chucked. He then grabbed her arm aggressively and dragged her down an alleyway off the Main Street. He pinned her against the wall.

'Jacob...stop,' she said, but he didn't. He kissed her roughly again, running his hands over her body. She felt entirely violated, she wanted someone to help her. She pushed him violently in the chest.

'Oh come on Millie.... I didn't bring you out for a nice dinner to get nothing in return.'

'What?'

'I gave you a nice night. Now it's your turn to give me something....' he smirked, looking down her dress, pulling her against him.

'No....Jacob- I'm sorry if I gave you that impression, but I'm not going to sleep with you.'

He rolled his eyes, 'What? Is the little virgin saving herself for that scum Wolfhard?' He tightened his grip on her.

'No! Jacob get off me.'

'What a waste of money. Eh? You didn't even eat anything, you anorexic bitch. Now I know how you stay so fucking skinny.' He sneered,

She felt the tears pricking in her eyes. He had hit a touchy subject, her eating disorder was something she desperately tried to push to the back of her mind. She hated him, she wanted him to get off her. He was scaring her a lot. Luckily a passer by saw the struggle and pulled Jacob off of her, so she ran to the Main Street and hopped into a yellow cab, vowing to herself never to see Jacob again.

Tears were streaming down her face, she was in physical pain from where Jacob had gripped her arm too tightly but also what he had said stung. She wanted to eat, she really did, but she couldn't and it tore away at her everyday. She saw herself as fat, but to everyone else she was 'body goals'. It had become such a control thing now that she was accustomed to it. The tears kept coming, she needed to talk to someone. Her parents were out of town, she didn't feel like talking to Lilia and Wyatt was out of the picture. She knew who she needed to talk to, the only boy who she wanted to see right now. The one who was so infuriating but who made her laugh. Finn. His parents weren't home, they were away on business. So she asked the taxi to pull up outside the New York mansion which belonged to the Wolfhards.

It was two in the morning and she wondered whether he would be awake as she made her way to his doorstep. It was Finn, of course he would be awake. What if he was screwing some girl? Or if he was out partying? He probably was. Maybe this was a bad idea. She decided to go for it anyway, she really wanted to talk to him. She took a steady breath and then rung the doorbell. Her heart was beating quickly, she was nervous. But it was too late to go back now.

Suddenly she heard a door unlock, and the door swung open to reveal a messy haired Finn with a long sleeved shirt and black trackies on.

'I didn't think you'd be in.' Millie sniffed, he hadn't seen her tear streaked face yet.