Silence | Fillie

Chapter 3

August 26th
Finn

"Who was he?" I half interrogated Mom as we sat in her office 'doing therapy'. "What did he look like?"

Mom let out a laugh and leaned forward, pulling on my Converse in a playing manner. "First of all, feet off my desk, Mister, and second, what does it matter to you?"

She did her stupid analyzing thing that she does when she goes all serious, scrunches her eyebrows and like I don't know studies my eyes.

"Aww, little Finnie, has gotten attached to the British girl." Mom said with a smile. "How cute but you can't get her involved she's good."

"She murdered her own brother." I countered.

Mom gave me one of those looks, and I knew I was in for it. "Did she though?" She questioned. "Do you really think Millie Brown is capable of murdering someone in cold blood? She obviously loved her brother to death."

Exactly to death, I thought dryly. She could definitely pull that off.

I chose not to say anything, to just get up. "Welp, I'll be in the music room, see ya, Mama."

She didn't object but she didn't look happy. "If I find out you went to find her, you'll spend a week in solitary." She half threatened.

I nodded-knowing that she was bluffing-then left the small office.

Millie.

One simple little word that belonged to a girl I couldn't quite figure out yet.

Why was she here? What did the judge have on her to lock her up in this place?

I couldn't help it. I found myself wandering down the twisting, identical corridors that made up Hawkins Health.

It was like my brain was on autopilot, like it just had to know who came to see the brunette. What they were doing all alone in that room with no supervision.

My mind began to travel to awful places and the images were even worse.

Slowly, I stopped in front of the two-way mirror they used when people needed to be watched and peered in.

Inside sat Millie in the window sill. A small blonde little girl with pigtails sat on her lap, her small hands clutching Millie's grey cotton shirt.

A medium height, dark haired teenage guy stood with them and he and Millie were talking.

The little girl is where my eyes landed. She looked so much like Millie and probably had the cute little accent too.

Did I just say cute? No totally not, I would never. Especially not a psycho.

The timer above my head went off, and I quickly scurried away before they came out of the room.

But it was too late, the boy had emerged from the small room already. "Can I help you?" He asked me in a proper British accent.

Good thing I'm quick on my toes. "I've come to retrieve Miss Brown." I replied. "Take her back to the rec room until dinner."

He looked at me a moment than nodded. "Millie, darling, there's a man here to take you back now."

Millie appeared in the doorway with the child by her side. She smirked when she saw me and I almost smiled back.

"Here to take me back is he?" Millie said, an eyebrow raised. "Unusual but I suppose okay."

"No one talks like that Mills." The little girl giggled, looking up at her.

"Yeah, well I talk like that Ava." She quipped. "Now I'll see you." Millie bent and kissed Ava's head affectionately.

God I loved her. Wait! Did I just think that. I. Do. Not. Love. Millie. Brown. Period.

Okay that made no sense. "Miss Brown, come please." I said as professionally as I could.

Millie bit her lip and nodded. "Bye, Ava, Romeo, see ya around." She walked over and stared up at me questionably.

"Someone spying?" She asked quietly.

I shrugged. "Making sure the Brit was okay." With that I went back the way I had came, but this time she walked with me.