~What I Want pt. 2~

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⚠️Trigger warning: abusive relationship, depression, suicidal thoughts,

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I stood standing still, the burning sensation on my cheek was still remaining. I inhaled, hissing through my teeth from the pain and from anger because of my dumbass boyfriend. What am I saying? He isn't a boyfriend, he's an abusive dick.

I was going to see Finn. And I don't care what Jacob says. So I turned around, grabbed my phone and charger, slipping on my vans and then I bolted out of my bedroom door. When I appeared from the hallway, I saw Jacob sitting on the sofa, and he sat up quickly, attempting to pull me back. "Where are you going millie?!" Jacob questioned with a loud voice, and I looked back at him with the door wide open,

"fuck you. I'm out." I made sure to grab my car keys and exited and slammed the door harshly, making a giant noise. I quickly darted down the driveway, attempting to get away from him in enough time, before-

I gasped as I felt a squeezing pain around my wrists, I turned around to face Jacobs smirking face. "Where do you think you're going Mills?" He chuckled and then switched from my wrist to my shoulders. He then started pulling me towards the door, and I squirmed, attempting to get out of his grasp. There was no other choice to defend myself so I did what I could. I screamed. I elbowed his bony torso. I made a scene. A huge scene.

He covered my mouth with his hand, and I bit it harshly, using extreme pressure to enforce the definite pain. I kept going harder until I heard the hiss from the pinch. After that he then removed his hand from my face, and his other from my shoulder.

I ran, the quickest I could. I reached my car that for some odd reason sat in the road, while Jacob wanted the driveway to himself. I pressed the button to unlock it and quickly opened the door and slammed it. I locked it to make sure that he can't get in. Oh fuck, I'm gonna regret it. I never should've done that. He's going to hurt me..

I put the keys in the ignition and started the car. I drove off as fast as I can, watching Jacob stare me down as I drove away. I sighed of relief as I realized that I was safe.. I was going to my home. Finn.

Finn is the only thing that keeps me going, he's always there for me. But he doesn't know, he doesn't know what I'm going through. He just thinks I'm in a casual relationship, but I'm not. I know it's weird.. but I don't want him to find out, he will confront Jacob and then get hurt. And if Finn gets hurt I don't know what I'll do.

I felt my eyes water as I stared at the empty road. I wanted things to be normal, but with all of these purple and red markings on my body, I think that explains that I can't. Fuck. You can see all of the hickies and bruises on my collarbones and face. I don't have makeup.. Finn can't find out. No.

He won't get hurt just because of my self-pity. I'm not going to put others in pain because of my own problems. I let a few soft tears fall, no other emotion crossed my face, just a trembling lip and red eyes.

I was almost to Finns house, he lived close so it wasn't that hard to reach his home. I felt myself get goosebumps from the thought of Finns questions, his long ass list will drag on forever. He will be so concerned.

I shook my head and wiped my tears, as I pull into his driveway that had an empty spot. I parked and sat there for a second. Staring at myself through the reflection of the glass, I sighed before opening the door to my car, and exiting. I locked it and shakily walked over to Finns door, hesitating almost. This was going to be such a horrible experience, but a great one as well just to feel his warm embrace against my frozen skin.

I finally made it to his door, and I knocked. In less than fifteen seconds, I realized the wooden door opening and creaking while  the raven, curly, hair appeared in the doorway. "Mill! He- w-what's wrong?" His big smile changed so quickly into a concerned frown.

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here's this, and I know I said two chapters of this but nawwww. How did y'all feel about this?
-Savannah

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