ghost // fillie

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~ discreet ~

"what the fuck?" sadie asked, "are you sure? are you absolutely sure it's charlie?"

millie nodded as sadie replayed the clip.

"i did what you asked. don't mess with my fucking family ever again or i'll blow your head off,"

"what the actual fuck," sadie said, reinstating her shock.

millie furrowed her eyebrows and stared at the phone, "are there any more voicemails from that number?"

sadie turned towards her phone and scrolled.

"no, that's the only one,"

millie bit her lip. sadie reciprocated the action.

"so, what are we gonna do?" millie asked, as her best friend stared into the wall, her mind lost in a sea of blank thoughts.

sadie looked down, "i.....i don't know. confront him, i guess? he sounds.....guilty in the video,"

millie shook her head, "there's no way. charlie may be a bit weird but there's no way he'd do anything illegal. he definitely wouldn't........ kill me. or anyone, for that matter,"

sadie bit her lip, "but how else would we find out?"

millie looked up at sadie, "i can follow him,"

"that's a little creepy,"

"sadie, my entire existence is creepy," millie said, heading towards the door, "it's the only way to find out how he has connections to reiser,"

"fine," sadie said, "follow him. but do is discreetly,"

millie chuckled, "im a ghost. that's the most discreet you can get,"

~~~~~~~~~
charlie was gone when millie arrived home. she didn't know where he was or what he was doing or anything of that sort.

all she knew is that the more she thought about her brother, the sketchier his life seemed. he always kept to himself. he dropped out of college. he's gone a lot. he talks on the phone a lot. he doesn't have a job but he can afford fancy clothing.

so millie left and went for finn's house.

finn was watching television and doing his math homework, occasionally popping some extra cheddar goldfish into his mouth.

he was sitting against his bed frame, scribbling down something on his paper. it was six o'clock and finn had just come out of the shower, as millie could tell by his pajamas and mussed, damp hair.

droplets from his now long hair ran down the back of his t-shirt. his hair was so long millie thought she could probably make a small man bun out of it.

millie stared at the homework and the math paper that contained subjects that were long-forgotten from her mind.

suddenly, from below, "finn! dinner! now!"

finn put his papers down and rolled his eyes, yelling, over his shoulder, "coming!" as he hopped off his bed and headed downstairs.

millie didn't follow him.

instead, she went inside the bathroom, where steam was still present throughout the bathroom, and it fogged up the mirror.

millie smiled.

she used to use her finger to draw something for finn. like a heart or an attempt at a portrait of him. 

she climbed onto the counter, careful not to knock over anything, and held her finger close to the glass, trying to decide what to write.