Bad boy • Finn Wolfhard

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6 months later

Finn and I were just sitting down on my bed, watching The Kissing Booth. I STILL hadn't confessed what happened to me and I felt this was the right time to tell Finn. I knew he would flip, but I didn't want to keep this from him forever.

"So..." I coughed to clear my throat.

"Hm?" Finn hummed in response, keeping his eyes on the TV.

"I need to tell you s-something." I stuttered, looking down and playing with my fingers.

"Oh." Finn looked at me. "Go on."

"Well, th-this happened six months ago." I sighed and tears were forming already. "It was when w-we are at the Megan Downing Camp. Finn, I want to to tell you so bad!"

"What is it?" Finn was fully worried now and began wiping my tears with thumb and cupping my face with his hands.

"You kn-know that Jules guy?" I exhaled.

"Yes?"

"He..."

Finn frowned and stood up from the bed.

"He what?!" Finn screamed, getting angrier by the minute.

"He... r-r-raped me, Finn."

That was when the waterworks came. Finn rushed back onto the bed and hugged me tighter than he ever had before.

"Y/n, why didn't you tell me?" He whispered softly, but I heard the anger in his voice.

Finn's pov

I ran to her side and squeezed her. How the FUCK did Jules get away with it? I wanted to MURDER that piece of shit! I was going to scream but it was a hard time for y/n, so I tried to stay calm and understanding. That girl. That girl is my life. She's the only thing I care about. I would die for that girl.

"Shh, Shh." I stroked her hair and tried to calm her breathing down.
"Baby, I'm so sorry. I will murder him. Just you wait."

"But Finn, I just wish we never went." she sobbed into my chest.

"Baby, me too. Me too." I kissed her forehead.

She was so fucking precious. Jules is a dickhead. And I will fucking track the man down and make him pay. With death.

"I just wanna-" Y/n paused and widened her eyes. "OW!"

"What's wrong!?" I asked, panicking.

"The b-baby!" She howled, grabbing her stomach tightly. "FUCK!"

"Okay, okay, baby! Remain calm!" I stood up and carried her off of the bed like a baby and ran down the stairs and into my car.

Thank God Mr and Mrs l/n weren't home. I placed y/n in the seat beside me and then got in and drove fastly but safely.

"FUCK, FINN! IT HURTS!" She screamed.

"Baby, don't worry! I'm gonna get you to the hospital and I'm gonna be there with you every step of the way, okay?" I held her hand and drove with the other.

When we finally arrived, I parked in the first spot I could see and lifted y/n out of the car and ran into the front doors.

Once they got her on a hospital bed, they asked her to push which was when I knew I should squeeze her hand.

"Baby, look at me." I whispered.

Y/n looked at me and pushed. She howled out in pain and squished my fingers. I mean it did hurt but she was probably going through more pain.

"Push again." The doctors asked.

She pushed again and this time it was more silent.

"One last time, y/n! Well done!" One said.

And with just another push, the baby-

"Oh no." The doctor puckered her lips.

"What?" I immediately asked.

"Your baby." The woman looked heartbroken. "Isn't alive."

"WHAT!? HOW?" Y/n shouted. "IT WAS KICKING! I SWEAR!"

"I'm sorry, y/n. Truly sorry." The doctors took out what looked like a baby covered in blood but wasn't fully developed.

"Oh my God." I whispered, sadly.

"NO!" Y/n screamed. "Y-you can't! SHE'S ALIVE!"

"Baby, shes not." I whispered, stroking her hair.

"Why is she so small!?" I shouted.

"Your baby hasn't fully developed in your womb, y/n. A few more months were needed."

Y/n burst into tears. I never guessed that this would've happened.