DNA || Fillie

| 5 ~ Deal? |

| 5 |

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

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(Millie's POV)

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I was officially trapped with my father. My mother was dead... "WHY?! WHY M-ME?" While I broke down on the dirty floor, tears ran down my face, as my horrible screams echoed in the empty room. When I slowly lifted my face up to see the sight of my mothers pale, lifeless face I remembered everything that she did for me. Or that she gave up for my well being. I regretted everything I argued with her about, when I wouldn't behave or do what she asked. Every time I mistreated her, came back in my mind.

I regret every wrong decision I made. I wish I could've told her how much she meant to me, and that I love her with all of my heart. But she's gone now, and so are all of the second chances of hope..

I got knocked back into reality and realized what had actually happened. My father fucking murdered my mother, and was now putting her lifeless body on display, just staring at my tear stained face, watching me break. My soul has been slowly decaying away... but now the process is a bit faster.

I rapidly pulled out my phone, got up from the dirty floor, and ran to my room. I clicked emergency call and dialed 911. I forgot that my door was locked, fuck. I had to think fast so I headed towards the bathroom. But before I had enough time to go into it, I felt a strong grip on my wrists. My father then pulled me towards him, twisting my wrists to make me drop my phone. I gasped and furrowed my eyebrows from the pain. It was odd because he wasn't smiling, normally when he hurts somebody he finds it funny. It hurt , and he's never harmed me psychically, just verbally.

"Were you gonna snitch on me? I can't trust you either?" His ringed fingers held my wrists roughly, as I tried to budge and pull away. I shook my body, and tried to avoid eye contact. Tears streamed down my red face and he pinned me against the wall. "Huh?!" The air got knocked out of me when my back slammed on the hard surface. I stopped moving and looked straight into his terrifying eyes. "n-no.. you can t-rust me..." A few more tears fell down my face as my voice broke. Why me? 

"911 what's your emergency?" My phone, that lied on the ground started to make noise and then my father used his foot to kick it. It was now all the way accross the hallway and I couldn't hear the operator any longer. He was satisfied. He has never put hands on me before, and I didn't know what to expect. What if I end up like my mum? 

I felt some of the pressure release from my wrists, as he looked down at me. "Let's make a deal..." His raspy voice suggested and my lips quivered when I spoke my next words, "a-a deal?" 

Okay so sorry if this isn't interesting at all.. but i'm trying lol. How did you feel about this chapter?

-Savannah