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I'd been asleep for what seemed like forever. Last thing I remember, I was sleeping with Finn. I fluttered my eyes open, trying to remember where I was. I sat up, placing my hands behind my back, supporting my stiff body. I realized I was in Finn's bedroom, making me feel safe inside.
I nudged Finn's bare back lightly. He grunted in response as his face was buried in his pillow. "Curly?" I whispered. "I gotta go." I quietly pull my hoodie over my head, slipping out the window, only in my under wear, and the hoodie I had put on. I wrapped my arms across each other, starting to walk home. In the sprinkling rain. I heard running footsteps trailing behind me. I spun around, seeing Finn again. "Finn?" I say, frowning at him. "Hey," He panted. "I coulda drove you home." His lips turned red from the cold rain, making me smile. "It's okay." I say softly. "When can I see you again?" He took my wrist. "I know red's mom is coming home or some shit like that," he began. "I, I miss you." He gripped my wrist hard. "I miss you too." I hugged him tightly. "I need to tell you something," Finn said, resting his chin on my head. I hummed in response. "Finn?" I heard a woman's voice call out. Finn flinched, looking back at his mother standing in the door way. "What the hell are you doing?" She shouted. "Millie! Go! Run!" Finn whispered, pushing my back, helping me start. He ran back into the house.
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I felt bad for running from Finn's mother, but she sounded scary to me, and I think Finn agreed. It started to rain, not hard, but not lightly. I put my hood up, my bare feet getting cold from the wet concrete. I suddenly felt dizzy, causing me to loose my balance. I put my hand out, pushing my body up off of He bus pole. I blinked, taking a breath before standing up again. This usually happened to me. The doctor said it was because of my disability, but also because I had low blood flow. I had an inhaler, but I never ever used it.
I just wanted to go home.
I knew that now I didn't have a real home to go to, unless you counted Sadie's house. But I was just eighteen, staying in a girl who I met a few months ago's house, with Noah, no money, no parents, I have a crappy job, and I don't even know how I'm going to go to university or college. I didn't know what the road ahead looked like, but I hoped that it was a bright future and not a bad one.
One of the first things they ask you at the hospital for epilepsy treatment, is rate your pain on a scale from 1-10. I've been asked this question so many times, but it never seemed to faze me. One time, when I choked on my throw up, I was rushed to the emergency room, with tubes and clips strapped to me as Noah ran beside my hospital bed being pushed. I was scared, and I thought I was going to die. Later, when I was feeling better, nurse said I was a fighter, and ever since then I've called myself a fighter. I always wondered if I'd be normal, in life. Mom used to tell me that I wasn't normal because I was unique, but I know that she was only saying those things to make me feel better about myself. I want to visit Mom's grave, but I don't know if I should tell anyone about it. Noah was my closest friend, and I've never told him even. When mom died, Dad never let me visit her. Of course I was only twelve years old, and didn't really understand much, but deep down I knew she was gone. I was interrupted by a car horn, startling me. I turned on my heel, seeing Sadie, Gaten, and Noah in the car. I squinted from the rain. "Mills, get in!" Sadie opened the door for me. I scurried into the middle seat, squishing between everyone. Sadie turned her head around from the front, as did Noah. "What the hell were you doing Millie?" Sadie squealed. "What do you mean?" I was very confused as to what was going on. "You were wandering in the middle of the road!" Noah explained. "What..?" I mumbled. Sadie started the car, as I watched the wind shield wipers go back and forth. I heard sniffles in the back trunk area. I frowned at the sight of Eliot. "Eliot!? What are you doing?" I pulled the old red dog onto my lap, as we drove onto the freeway. I had no idea where we were going, but I was afraid to ask.
We were in the car for about an hour.
We finally pulled into a hotel that I'd never seen before. It was small, but looked nice. "Sadie what the hell?" I nudged the girl. Gaten took my arm, calming me down. I looked over at Noah. He was fiddling with his thumbs. "Will someone please tell me what's going on?" I say. "Millie, this is for your own good," Sadie began. "What?" I pursed my lips. "Millie, you and Noah can't stay with me anymore." Sadie turned to me. "Why?" I said softly. "My mom's home," Sadie said in anger. "she came home a few hours ago." She stated. I just sat back in my seat. What do we do now? I thought. "What? No.. I wanna stay with you." I sounded like a child. "C'mon Millie." Noah said, getting out of the car. I just sighed, following him out of the car. I said my goodbyes to Gaten, not really sure if I should hug Caleb or not. I mean, he apologized to me, but I wasn't sure. He huddled behind Gaten, playing with the dirt and his cigarette. "Hey," I walked up to him. "I know you don't like me Caleb," I sighed. "but, it was nice meeting you." I managed to smile, shaking the boy's hand. "You're not so bad yourself Millie Brown." He smirked, making me smile a little more than I thought I would. I think deep down somewhere, Caleb was actually a really good guy. He just fucked up a few times.
Sadie got Noah and I a room. I told her she really shouldn't have, but she insisted anyways. "You don't have to do that." I say flatly, walking into the bedroom. Sadie was straightening out the mattress cover. She just stopped, staring at me. I felt sad. I didn't wanna go to another hotel, I wanted to stay with Sadie. She was my first girl best friend! I know it sounds weird to say, but it was true. "Come here." Sadie sighed. "Can you stay?" I asked her. "Yeah." She sighed, as I lay my head on her shoulder.
Sadie stayed with me for a while.
Noah was watching TV in the other room. He said he'd leave us be because we told him we were talking about periods.
Sadie and I lay on our backs, side by side on the ground, with our legs leaning on the wall. We were eating those strange bread cookie things that tasted like plastic. The ones you get at church. We found a small jar of them in the kitchen, and were eating them like they were candy. Sadie started to laugh at the animal shadows she made with her fingers on the ceiling. We heard Noah walk in the room. "Are you two drunk?" He asked with concern. I sit up quickly, "No." I blurted out. "You're not supposed to eat those." He rolled his eyes, walking back into the living room. Sadie and I burst out laughing so hard I almost peed myself. After we died down a little bit, I was ready to tell Sadie that I knew she was a thing with Finn. "Sadie," I began. "Hm." "I, I know you used to have sex with Finn." I stated. She sat up, her red hair all messy. Her face was hard to read at first. She looked sad, angry, then cocked her head to one side. "I'm sorry." She through her face into her hands. I patted her back, trying to comfort her. "I should have told you earlier." She was very hard on herself. "No, it's, it's okay." I say honestly. "It's not Finn's fault— he's a gullible little hot piece of shit! And he will just try to get into your pants but he's my best friend and I love him..-" she went on an on, making me chuckle. "It's okay." I told her again. "He'll take care of you," She said, looking up at me. "He always does." She added. That made me feel warm and safe inside, and I was grateful for a friend like Sadie.
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