𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐞 ~ 𝐅𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐞 ~

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐘 𝐒𝐈𝐗 : 𝐚 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞

Millie's POV~
"He really did that?" Noah asked, his eyebrows furrowed. I nodded. "I can't believe that, it's so stupid." He shook his head angrily.

"First he says he doesn't care if we don't get back together or not, then he goes and stops me from getting together with someone else." I grunted.

"You just need to ignore him, it's best." He let go of my hand and put his arm around my shoulder, making me put my head against his chest. "What do you want to do now?" He asked. I just shrugged and closed my eyes, finding myself inhaling his scent.

'Why do men's cologne smell so good? I mean, I wouldn't wear it myself but it just smells so good. Plus, it calms me somehow.'

"You know what?" I mumbled.

"Hmm?" He hummed.

"You should carry me to your car then drive us home so we can watch 'The Office' and pig out." I suggested.

"Okay, sounds good." He chuckled as he stood up, bent over and picked me up like a baby. "You need to eat more; you are too light." He mentioned as he walked us to his car. I just rolled my eyes as I dug my head into the crook of his neck.

"You know I eat." I sighed.

"Not enough. When we get home I am going to make you a lot of eggos and you are going to eat all of them." He said. A smile formed on a face.

"Okie-dokie." I smiled. We got to the car and he unlocked it then opened the door, finally setting me on the seat.

We got home, I went straight to the bathroom. Everything— and when I say everything, I mean everything— went though my mind. I don't know why.

Finn. My mom. My dad. My 'home'. My life. Oh, my shitty life. Saying that it's shitty is an understatement. The only good thing is Noah. And he's only temporary, not permanent.

I took off Noah's sweatshirt and set it on the towel hanger. I stared at myself in the mirror. The bruises had faded away. My lip is healed. Almost. I hesitated before lifting up my shirt a little to see what's left.

I don't know why I was surprised.

'Red and purple bruises that were once brown and green.'

I thought that they would get better. Boy was I wrong. They got worse, in fact, they looked like they started spreading. That's what made me even more confused than I already was.

'Spreading? How?'

In one of the bruises you can see the outline of my dad's shoe. Not the whole shoe, only the front.

The last time I checked the bruises, they were almost gone.

'What the fuck happened?'

I bit my lip as I thought. This hasn't even crossed my mind for a while. Now that I think about it, it doesn't really sound that bad. It actually sounds... appropriate? Is that the word?

'Yeah, actually, that's the perfect word for this.'

I keep getting hurt. By my dad. By my mom. By Finn.

'Maybe that's what I'm supposed to be going through in this life. Constantly getting hurt. Why not try and help?'

With that thought in my mind, I went to the cabinet and opened it. My eyes scanned everything in there, stopping on a small brown box of razors.

I grabbed it and opened it, grabbing on out. I inspected it, noticing that there is four blades on it.

'This'll work.'