ghost // fillie

029

029

~ frozen ~ 

"there's something i have to tell you about millie. about that night at my party,"

this is a * trigger warning ⚠️* for sexual assault.

if you don't feel comfortable reading this chapter, i summarize the events in my a/n below.  

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wyatt olef took pleasure in throwing parties. he liked seeing the smiles on other people's faces as they ran around the house drunk, making stupid decisions that they never would sober.even though planning parties took forever, he didn't get stressed out because he had learned to go with the flow of the guests.

even though he rarely cared for safety, because drunk idiots deserve what's coming to them, there were certain lines you had to draw.

some lines that wyatt sometimes crossed.

wyatt remembered that party more vividly than anyone else. 

millie, who was usually with finn, was drunk. so incredibly drunk that her words slurred together and she kept tripping on nothing. she was tipping over as if she were on a rocking boat. 

finn was nowhere to be found. 

she was wearing a short black skirt and a white crop top. she had spilled something on her white crop top, but wyatt didn't care. she looked beautiful nonetheless, and he couldn't stop smiling every time he looked at her.

he watched her, drink in hand, alone, walk towards the bathroom towards the back of his house, where very few people were stationed. she alost walked straight into the door falling over.

wyatt tilted his head, curious, and just watched, leaning against the wall. 

she managed to get her hand on the doorknob to open the door and hold up the toilet lid. even though wyatt didn't see, he knew what the sound of puke was like. she was throwing up. understandable, for someone who drank as much as she did that night. 

wyatt looked down into his cup. it felt like opportunity was tugging at his heart. he pondered whether or not to go in there and comfort her. he knew he already had no chance with her since finn and her were practically attached at the hip, but he'd take what he can get, right?

his breaths were heavy as he looked through the thin creak of the door. she was groaning and moaning, probably from an upset stomach.

his feet started taking him, step by step, closer to the door.

suddenly, a tall figure pushed past him and pressed open the door before wyatt could.

wyatt retreated to lean against the walls. his eyes glanced back at millie lying on the bathroom tile ground, small noises escaping her mouth. her eyes were closed and she was curled up on the floor.

the figure that cut him off was tall, with broad shoulders, wearing a jean jacket. wyatt couldn't see his face nor recognize his voice.

"hey sweetheart, do you need help cleaning up?" the figure asked in a deep voice.

millie responded with a groan.

suddenly, the man quickly jerked his head back, staring directly at wyatt. wyatt caught a glimpse of his eyes as he quickly closed and locked the door. wyatt's eyes widened. he let out a small gasp.