DNA || Fillie

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Trigger warning ⚠️: abuse, underage alcohol, murder, profanity, drug use

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(Millie's POV)

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I looked at my mother. Straight into her saddened eyes, coated with fear. "Mum.. come in my room and hide with me." She nodded slowly, her black mascara stains were already dried on her cheeks. I gripped onto her small sweaty hands, before looking around for my drunken father and running into my dark room. I shut the door and locked it, resting my back against it so I can prevent him from coming in. "Millie I'm s-so sorry, you should never have to go through this." She shook her head and I felt my eyes tear up, from her words and from glancing at her many bruises and red marks scattered throughout her skinny body.

"It is not your fault. It's father, he-he's turned into a monster! A damn monster!" I said before slamming the back of my hands on my door in anger, sobbing with my eyes closed. "it isn't his fault either, it's the alcohol.." She sighed before sitting on my bed, letting many loose strands of her messy hair fall into her face. "Mum don't defend him, he put himself in his own shithole, we turned to him when we had problems but he turned to alcohol, and that's his fault because we told him we were there." I still had my eyes closed, but tears were still dripping from my wet eyelashes. "I-I... that's tru-" She got cut off by a loud banging noise, coming from the hallway. He was close.

"I know you are in there... hahaha." I heard my evil father's creepy laughing, after a sound of things being thrown off of shelves that stood in his walkway. It was scary, I could already see his terrifying smirk that sent chills up my spine, from the picture planted in my brain from the many times before. I flinched as I felt pressure hit the back of me, the loud noises from him pounding the back of the door repeatedly. Over. And over. And over.

"Oh! Here's a key." His words made him sound like he was joyful, to be able to hurt my mum. Watch her pain grow as he hit her over and over again, leaving me locked out or tied up. Forcing me to watch his torturous actions. It was scary, I had to watch it. Watch every move.

"Millie hide, I'll try and talk to him.." my mum requested, and I furrowed my eyebrows. "No I'm not leaving you out here alone.." I whispered with pain lining my voice. She shook her head and walked over to me, kneeling down to reach my sitting positions level. "We don't have much time, he's about to barge in!" I nodded before my eyes filled up with warm tears.

I walked into the closet, leaving the door with no pressure to stop him from entering. He laughed again, before opening the door from a few more wiggles of the unlocked doorknob. I couldn't really make out what was happening, all I know is that I heard my father come in, and hearing my mums breath escalate.

"Kelly.. why do you think you can get away from me..?" He asked, and I looked over through the small crack. I watched him smirk and glare at my mum, reaching into his pocket, and just resting his hand in it. He shook his head and walked up closer and closer to her shaking body. She let a few tears fall, before being completely pushed against the beige wall.

"Huh?! I asked you a question!" My father yelled at her, then pushed her into the wall more with a strong force of his hands. "I-I didn't think anything.." she closed her eyes and wrapped her skinny arms around each other. "Look me in the eyes when talking. Where is Millie?" I heard my name and felt my heart skip a beat, after he spit in my mother's face.

"I don't know."She whispered so very quietly that I could barely hear her. "What?" He had a sudden grip on her wrists and when she wouldn't answer his question truthfully, he gripped tighter. "I-I don't know..." she whispered again. I felt my heart break inside, my father was going to beat the living hell out of mum.

"You better tell me or else I will murder you.." he glared at my mum as he made a suggestion, pulling her wrists towards him. He looked down and saw all of the red marks from his ring covered fingers. "S-she's no-" I cut my mom off by opening the closet door, revealing myself and my tear stained face. "I'm here.. please don't do anything to her.. please." I begged and pleaded. He didn't care and his only reaction was, "let's get this show on the road."

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Hey guys. First chapter thoughts? Also from here on out the chapters will be longer, I just wanted to be able to post the first chapter soon