ghost // fillie

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~ aftermath of the tale of a horror ~

finn vomited the first time he heard him say it. he ran to the nearest trash can to vomit.

wyatt just said it so nonchalantly. bu when the words rolled off his tongue, when they found their way to his ears, finn could feel his heart plummet. but at the same time, his heart was racing, and he had this terrible feeling in the pit of his stomach. his head was spinning and he honestly felt as if he were going to pass out.

and he started to hate himself because he had blamed her for the pregnancy without even considering the fact that she could've been forced.

wyatt asked finn if he should go into more detail.

but finn didn't want to hear it again. in fact, he never wanted to speak to wyatt again. even though wyatt said he couldn't do anything, finn felt like he could've done something more than just stand there and cry like a little kid.

"why didn't you tell the police as soon as you found out?" finn asked, his breaths heavy as he tried to calm himself down.

"well," he started, "i didn't want rumors to go around about millie- because she doesn't like to be portrayed as weak-"

"bullshit!" finn said, shooting up from his spot on the couch, his finger pointed straight at wyatt, "you just don't want to portrayed as a villain,"

"what?" wyatt asked, taken aback.

"you could've just helped her and you didn't," finn said, drawing his eyebrows together, his face red with anger.

"i-i was in shock," he stuttered.

"that's a bullshit answer," finn said.

wyatt took in a deep breath, "finn, can we just talk about the fact that-"

"no! i don't even want you in my house anymore- get out!" finn yelled, pointing towards the door. wyatt bit his lip, trying to refrain from talking, but he opened his mouth to speak again.

"can we just-"

"no! get out!" finn yelled.

"he asked if she was related to charlie!" wyatt yelled. finn bit his lip to keep himself from yelling at wyatt, "i thought may be he had a connection to millie's death,"

finn narrowed his eyes, scoffing, "if he did, that's on you. you could've stopped it,"

wyatt deflated, "finn, calm down-"

"no!" he yelled again, "now i'm not going to say it again- get out!"

wyatt held his hands up in defense, "okay. god. i just thought you'd want to know,"

wyatt shoved his hands in his pockets as he walked to the door.

"hey, but finn- if you ever need anything, i'm here. i want to be your friend," wyatt said, his hand brushing the door handle.

finn didn't risk replying. he just shook his head, sinking back into the couch. he put his hands over his eyes, chewing on his lip, continually shaking his head.

his breaths were still heavy.

"finn?" wyatt asked again.

"just go!" finn said, all the muscles in his body tensing up. wyatt nodded sadly and left, closing the door.

as soon as the door closed, he started sobbing. he cried, wiping away his tears with his t-shirt. his face was tight and distraught, and his lip was bleeding from chewing it and the back of his throat hurt from vomiting. he tried to breathe, but he couldn't.