Runaway Life // FILLIE

Comforter

Millie's POV:

"Hey!" A voice shouts, the one who caused the footsteps. A bright light flashes onto us, causing Jacob to whip his head in their direction, allowing the person to see me as I let out a soft sob. " Don't touch her! I'm going to fucking kill you- you son of a bitch!" The light falls into the snow as the person comes rushing into the alley and grabs the sides of the teen's jacket before shoving him down onto the cold concrete ground. The man turns to me quickly, his dark curls wild in the cold night. "Finn," I breathe out softly as more sobs escape my throat. "I'm so sorry, Millie." Finn whispers as he himself looks as if he may begin crying.

Jacob staggers back to his feet, the noise making Finn aware he's still got more in him. "Great, Frogface just had to ruin my evening with Miss Brown here. You know, she was actually enjoying herself before you came here, asshole!" Jacob protests, though I think we all know that's a flat-out lie. "I told you to stay away from her, dickhead. It seems you just don't know when to quit, do you?" The freckled boy asks, his fists clenched at his sides and his knuckles pale white. "I never have, Wolfhard. You wanna give it a shot? I can beat the shit out of you and get the girl just like in the good ole days. Won't that be fun?" He sneers with that evil grin he possesses, stepping forward to the towering boy.

"Oh please. Beating the shit out of you would be my fucking pleasure." Finn spits out through gritted teeth before stepping forward, with one quick movement his fist is thrown across the 'pretty boy's face. He staggers back with his hand covering his mouth, removing it as he spits out pure blood that stains the once pearly white snow. "You've gotten stronger, finally finish puberty- Frogface?" Jacob teases as he throws a quick punch that Finn easily dodges with one step back and reflects with a square hit into the dickhead's jaw; followed by one powerful shove that sends the teenager plummeting to the ground, moaning in pain.

"Quick, Millie, we have to leave." The curly haired boy insists as he puts his arm around my figure, leading us quickly down the path he came and grabbing his phone from the snow in the process. His curls hit the side of his face every time he takes a glance behind us to make sure the devilish teen isn't following us with blood coating his lips and staining his white shirt.

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After about five minutes of walking swiftly back to Auburn Apartments in silence, we finally arrive back with no trace of Jacob to be found. Thank god. "Millie, can we talk in your room?" Finn suggests as he takes my coat off of me and sets it in a nearby seat. Wiping away a tear, I nod slowly as I sniffle. "I just have to check on Gaten and I'll be right in." He states, kissing my forehead before heading into the bathroom that has continued to echo puking noises every so often through the walls. Just what I want to hear. Sighing, I wipe the dry tears from below my eyes and stroll down to my shared room. While trying to contain my tears that have failed to stop since we left, I slowly sit down on the edge of my bed.

My eyes trail to Finn as he carefully enters, closing the door behind him softly. "How is he?" I ask worriedly as he sits down next to me. "He'll be fine. It's not his first rodeo with this kinda stuff." He assures before the two of us fall silent. The air between us growing thick due to the lack of words being said. "I'm sorry, Millie." The freckle face admits through sorrowful, guilty eyes. "For?" I quietly ask while raising an eyebrow. He lets out a deprived sigh, "I'm sorry for leaving you, not getting there sooner, for letting him even have the chance to do what he did and would've done. I-I'm so sorry." He confesses, letting out a quiet cry at the end.

"Finn- don't you dare say that. This was not your fault, not even a little bit. All you did was be a good friend to Gaten and protect me. It was me who decided to walk home alone and it was me who let him sit with me. So don't you even dare, not even for a second, believe that any of this was your fault. Jacob is someone who is unpredictable and is extremely messed up in the head, so if you wish to blame someone- he'd be the only one who'd be rightfully blamed." I rant as I take his hand in mine and wrap both of mine over the shaking hand I love holding. "I know, I know. I just can't help but feel guilty.. I promised myself I wouldn't let that asshole hurt any of us again a long time ago. It just feels like I've let you down, that's all." Finn admits with a sniffle, his eyes falling to the floor.

"Don't worry Finn, you haven't. If you hadn't come back for me when you did I don't know if I would've been able to go home the same person. I-If you hadn't come, he.. he would've-" Finn slips his hand out of mine and wraps it around my shoulders as he pulls me closer, kissing just above my temple. "It's okay. It's over, he's gone. That asshole won't ever touch you again, that I can promise you, Mill." He whispers with determination and slim anger laced into his soothing voice. Sniffling, I nod to show I understand as he lets his hand fall behind me. "We should probably sleep soon, don't you think? If you want.. I could stay here for a while." The freckled boy offers, his tone full of concern and care for me. How is it that I have someone so perfect?

"Yeah." I answer, nodding slowly. "Yeah?" He repeats in suggestion while raising his eyebrows. "Yeah," I breathe out while standing up, and sliding under the warm protection of covers. Mum had once told me that weight makes you feel safe. Which is why when you use a lot of blankets or covers, you feel protected to the point where you believe no one will hurt you; whereas a flimsy blanket makes you feel as if you were naked. There's no protected when you're naked: you can be hurt, seen, and feel insecure. Tonight, I only had a flimsy blanket at first. I was helpless to anything that would happen to me while I was unconscious. That was until a freckled boy came. Finn, he's like my comforter. He's the weight that makes me feel safe and secure when I have him. He's the one that if I had lost, I'd never be the same without. Without your comforter, you're helpless to monsters. And it's scary to say, that I know what would've happened if my comforter hadn't protected me tonight.