DNA || Fillie

| 4 ~ My Surprise |

| 4 |

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

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(Millie's POV)

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I sat alone, in the horrible darkness. I've been sitting in my kitchen still, for about an hour now.. nobody had arrived home yet. I stared at my shaky hands that sat below my chest and noticed all of the cuts on them. While I examined each one, their individual reasons behind the injury came out. I sighed, letting my river of tears flow out.

I realized I had my phone on me, and pulled it out. Why I haven't called 911, is because I'm scared. I'm scared of being alone or the after affects of my father coming back. Because he will, he is capable of too much. He can escape, it is very possible. Knocking away my nonsense thoughts, I clicked on my contacts, while letting many salty warm tears drop onto my screen, that looked blurry through my eyes.

I sighed before clicking on my friends name. I inhaled hard and then started to type, letting as many tears as I could, out.

Millie: hey, you up?

I turned off my phone and rested my pale, tear stained face on my dry hands. After like twenty seconds later, I heard a notification go off on my phone and lifted it up to see the message.

Finn: yes, anything wrong mill? I can come over?

I was extremely grateful for him, and he always made it as good as it could get. I slowly wiped away my tears and continued to type.

Millie: I'm alone, I don't know where my parents are..

Finn: on my way

I shook my head before turning off my phone once again, and then huddling my knees towards my chest. I rocked myself, back and forth, and then slowly went back into a crying fit. I stopped myself, as I heard a noise. It was a car door.

My ears perked up and I put myself in a standing position. I slowly walked towards the wooden door, and glanced through the slightly blurred glass. I saw my fathers car. I sighed, and furrowed my eyebrows. I'm still confused even though he's here. Where's my mother?

I watched him slyly through the window and I watched his movements closely. He went to the backseat and reached in, having some struggles grabbing something and I bit my lip in confusion and curiosity. He finally pulled it out and revealed a black bag. Like a trash bag almost., I could see his wicked smile and his eyes lighting up at the thing in is arms. I backed up a bit so he could come in.

He opened the door and walked inside. "Hi Millie." He smiled at me, and I fake smiled at him. Fear washed over me and I closed my eyes, mentally crossing my fingers for any hope that he didnt hurt my mom.

I opened my eyes to the sight of my father opening the bag to reveal the most scarring thing I have ever seen in my life.. MY DEAD MOTHER?!

I felt my heart almost stop and my breath hitch harshly. "W-w-what..? W-why.." questions flowed out of my mouth, as did the tears in my eyes. "Surprise!" He started laughing, as he pointed at my mothers bloody corpse in the black trash bag. Just her pale face and her stabbed chest, covered in old blood made me feel like I was dying as well. Why..

I dropped to my knees and screamed,  letting out the heaviest sob. "What the fuck?!!!"

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Another chapter for ya! 😋 how did y'all feel about this?

-Savannah