ghost // fillie

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~poor finn~

"you know what, i say we play truth or dare!" jack yelled across the remaining crowd of the party. it was three thirty in the morning. there were passed out drunk people decorating his floors, so the only conscious people included were finn, jack, wyatt and two classmates named chosen, and beverly.

millie was there too.

she left the treehouse a little after two and found that finn had retreated back to the alcohol. he was pretty drunk.

so far, he had danced on a table and threw up in the snow outside jack's yard. he was just wandering most of the time.

millie yet again lost the ability to pick up or move things. she presumed it was because sadie had taken off the ring. she had no mortal connection to the world when the ring didn't.

so she couldn't keep him away from the alcohol. she just had to watch him take sip after sip.

the small crowd gathered around jack's couch.

"beverly. truth or dare?" jack asked, his eyebrow arching upward.

"i'll go with dare because my mama didn't raise no bitch,"

"fine. go play seven minutes in heaven with chosen,"

beverly raised her eyebrows, then grabbed chosen's hand, accepting the challenge, "fine," then she and chosen went into the closet.

then jack turned back to the two boys, "thank god, i thought they'd never go away. so, finn. truth or dare?"

millie watched as finn raised his eyebrows, and hiccuped. then he leaned on the couch and boldly said, "truth,"

jack smirked, "did you and your dearly departed ever screw?"

millie felt her heart drop.

wyatt punched jack in the shoulder, to which jack responded, "what?"

wyatt said, "you're an idiot. it's been like a week. give poor finn a break,"

jack raised his eyebrows, a sly smile still smacked on his face, "sorry. i just have to know,"

finn took a swig from a corona light bottle, then calmly said, "no. it's ok. no. no we didn't,"

"no?"

"no," finn confirmed.

"really?" jack repeated.

"really," finn said, taking another swig. then he stared off into the distance, "but she screwed someone else,"

jack raised his eyebrows, "really?"

"really," finn said, "did you know that we found out after the autopsy, that she was two months pregnant?"

millie gasped. she wanted to punch him. in fact, she tried to, but her angry fists just hit nothing, as she yelled, "are you fucking kidding me, finn?"

wyatt stared coldly at finn, then his eyes traced the floor. jack just laughed, "so you and the princess didn't really live happily ever after?"

finn glared at jack, "you call this happily ever after?"

jack leaned back into the couch, "huh. pregnant. whose was it?"

finn let the bottle touch his lips before saying, "i don't fucking know. probably someone better than me if she let him do it without protection,"

how dare he?

how fucking dare he?

millie felt the tears sliding down her cheeks. she looked down at the ground. how she hated not being seen she hating not having a voice. she hated being powerless against everything that surrounded her post-death image.

he was supposed to a kind, loving boyfriend they always protected her and loved her. he was supposed to support her. he was supposed to care about her.

instead he ruined millie.

her best friend abandoned her.

her boyfriend exposed her.

what on earth could be worse than that?