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finn stood up, walking to the opposite side of the room. he opened the case to the record player, gently placing the vinyl that he chose on top. the soft sound of the gentle music made chloe feel much less afraid. it started to sooth her, make her feel warm.
her stiff body soon became relaxed, and that's exactly what finn intended to happen. he walked back to the table the girl was at, ad sat down in front of her once again.
"now chloe-"
"how do you know my name?" she interrupted, making herself stiff once again.
he gently placed his hand in hers, relaxing her again. "you don't have to be afraid. you're safe here. but I have to explain something." he said.
she simply nodded.
"ok, you were in an accident. a terrible, terrible accident. you lost some of your memory. the way that it happened doesn't matter as much. you were just in an accident." he explained, yet he wasn't only lying to her, but himself.
chloe, on the other hand, felt uneasy about the whole situation. she just wanted to go home. but something told her that wasn't gonna happen.
"a-am I going to be ok?" she asked, her voice shaky.
he stood up once again, gently grabbing her arm and bringing her into his embrace. he stroked her arm, holding her tightly. he knew she was scared and unhappy, but he knew what he was doing.
"you'll be fine."
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that night, as finn was discussing things with his partners, he noticed that chloe had fallen asleep. "I'm putting her into her bed, just take care of what I told you to do." finn sternly said, followed by repeated nods from the boys.
he picked her up, bridal style, and walked her up to the room she was staying in. when he got in, he laid her onto the soft bed, pulling the blanket over her mostly exposed body. he stepped back.
the street light from the window was the only light, glowing on her face. she looked so peaceful, yet he knew she wasn't.
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as finn sat at the table, cigarette in hand, he stared at the gun in front of him. the gun he once used on the police officers. what is wrong with me? he would ask himself.
he knew he was such a horrible person at times, yet he never chose to stop.
he sighed taking out his phone and looking through his Instagram. it mostly just consisted of pictures of him and chloe, which mentally destroyed him. he wanted her to remember again, he really did, but he knew what he did was the right thing.
well, the right thing for himself.
as he scrolled and scrolled through the pictures, he caught himself getting pooled into reality. he felt a tear fall onto his hand and soon there were too many teas to even see clearly.
he tended to take his sadness out of anger, so he through his phone across the room, shattering it in pieces like a broken heart lying on the floor.
he put his head in his hands and just cried, something he normally didn't do. but he couldn't keep it in any longer.
he hated himself.
he hated what he's done.
he hated everything about it.
but there was no way to fix it.
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a/n: kind of a shorter/filler chapter
also unedited
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the wrong road ; f. wolfhard
Fanfiction"hollywood can either make you, or break you." - in which a girl moves to hollywood, california to pursue her dreams and live life to its fullest, until she meets a boy who changes her life, the wrong way.
