desires / fillie

above and below

hey um, this chapter is pretty intense, and involves sexual assault, violence, etc.
the next chapter or two will be similar. however, this chapter WILL NOT be as bad as the following one or two chapters.
the reason that i put that stuff in here, is to add drama to the story. i am in no way disrespecting victims of sexual violence, it's a real thing that should be taken seriously.
just a psa,
i want all you guys and gals to be safe out there, it's a pretty fucked up world with some fucked up people.
read at your own risk.
ily <3

*rewind to before millie found finn*

finns pov

i go up to my room, closing my door. i sit on my bed, with my head in my hands.

after a few seconds of silence, i hear the front door open and close.

millie probably just wanted to go and think or something.

i'm not mad at her, i just don't understand how she could just brush something like that off of her shoulder so easily.

another minute goes by, and i hear the front door swing open aggressively. i hear footsteps run up the stairs, but not millie's light footsteps.
they're heavier.
i furrow my eyebrows and look towards my closed bedroom door.

before i know it, my door swings open and jacob runs in.

"what the fuck man?!" i yell, standing up. he rushes towards me, throwing his fist to my cheek.
i hit the floor, but i get back up onto my feet. i throw my hand towards him, but he ducks, and hits me with an uppercut.

i fall to the floor again, but this time jacob is on me, punching me hard.

he throws one last punch before everything goes black.

*fast forward to where the
last chapter ended*

millie's pov

i run over to finns still body, while tears rush down my face. i turn his head to face me, and my heart shatters at the sight.

i go to pull out my phone to call 911,

i dial the numbers, and wait for someone to pick up.

i jump when someone comes behind me, putting a cloth to my mouth. it smelled of strong chemicals.

everything goes dark.

-

my eyelids sleepily open to a white ceiling. i'm laying down on what seems to be a metal surgical table.

i lift my head a bit, taking in my surroundings. i'm in a dim room with concrete walls and no windows. i felt as if i was being suffocated with the lack of oxygen that went through my damaged lungs as my anxiety increases.

i crinkle my nose to the smell of plain rot.
i feel sweat building up all over every inch of my skin, and my white ace bandages around my forearms now yellow due to the sweat, because it's hot as hell.

i turn my head to my right, and see finn.

he's sitting in a chair, his hands tied to his back with a rope, which also wrapped around the chair.

he's still unconscious.

i try to move, but i can't.
my hands and feet are tied to either side of the shiny table, almost cutting of the circulation of my blood stream.