Finding You // s.m.

fourteen

I went back home after the work party, wanting to sleep in my own bed, an actual bed. I got undressed and washed my face, putting on underwear and a hoodie. I crawled into bed and fell asleep.

I woke up the next morning, alone. I finally felt comfortable and safe somewhere. I checked my phone and saw I had 14 missed calls from Will and 20 texts.

They were all threatening texts for not being at his house, saying he would beat my ass when he found me, that he would fuck me until I begged him to stop, that he would leave so many marks on my body you wouldn't be able to tell what was for pleasure and what was for pain.

I shivered at his texts and called him.

"Millie!" He answered, cheerfully.

"Hey, I ended up sleeping at my house last night, I didn't have the energy to drive to yours." I lied.

"Oh, okay! You had me worried when I woke up and you weren't here. Still on for dinner tonight?"

"Of course, yeah. What time?"

"I'll be at your house at 5?"

"Okay, see you then."

We hung up and I felt the same nervousness spread through my body now when I knew he was coming home. I brushed it off and stayed in bed, watching Netflix for a while. I got hungry and went to my kitchen, finding Pop Tarts. I took them to my bed and ate as I watched Netflix.

I checked the time and saw I had to start getting ready for dinner. I showered and did my hair. I did light makeup, covering any bruises and got dressed. I wore jeans and a chunky sweater. I put on heeled boots and some jewelry.

There was a knock on my door, so I grabbed my purse and my phone and went down. I opened the door and Will was there. He was in blue jeans and a button up. Not my favorite outfit. I locked my front door and turned to him.

I forced a smile and he laced our fingers together. We walked to his car and he opened my door, then shutting it after I was sat. I buckled my seatbelt and he got in, buckling and we drove to wherever for dinner.

We made very extreme small talk and mostly sat in silence with the radio in the background. We pulled into the parking lot and he parked the car, getting out to open my door. He grabbed my hand and helped me out, shutting the door after.

We walked into the restaurant with our fingers laced and we were taken to a booth. We sat across from each other and ordered drinks right away. We talked about literally anything, but they were quick topics. We got our drinks and ordered our food.

He talked most of the time after, talking about his new position and his new friends he made. Our food came and we ate. He paid and we went back to his house. He told me he was going to go out for an hour or so and be home as soon as he could. He said it was a work thing.

I knew it wasn't. I left it go and went to his room. I felt my skin crawl as I took my shoes off and sat on his bed. The sheets smelled fresh and there was no trace of his attacks on me on it. I went on my phone for a little before deciding to fall asleep.

I was in the cycle again. He woke me up by stomping up the stairs. Tonight was different, he was angry.

"Get up!" He boomed as soon as he got in the room.

"What?" I asked, sitting up.

"Shut up! Did I tell you to fucking speak?"

I shook my head and he smirked.

"You're so submissive towards me, it's cute."

His body quickly changed and he came over to me, knocking me off his bed.

"You know I fucked another girl there last night?" He insisted.

"What?"

"You were at your house and I was bored. I fucked another girl there, that's why the sheets are clean. Didn't want you to know." He smirked, towering over me and walking us towards the wall.

I felt my back hit the wall and my body felt small. I felt like I was suffocating. His hand slammed next to my head and I turned my face. He let out a deep laugh and walked away. He took off his shoes, I remained in my spot. He took off his button up and jeans, replacing them with shorts.

He came back over to me and grabbed my chin, moving my head around roughly.

"You are so damn ugly. I don't even know why I'm dating you, honestly." He laughed.

He threw my chin to the side and his hand gripped my hip. His finger dug into my skin and it made me want to scream.

"Will, that hurts." I mumbled.

"Did I say you could speak, bitch?" He grumbled.

I shook my head and he brought his hand up. It connected to me face and my head bounced against the wall. He smirked at me and his other hand grabbed my stomach.

"You are still fat, I thought I told you enough times that you'd start losing weight?" He pushed against my stomach, pushing my farther against the wall.

He grabbed at my arm and held tight before throwing me to the floor. He stared down at me and he looked as if he would finally stop.

"Disgusting." He muttered before kicking my leg, sending piercing shivers over my body.

I yelped and he looked even more mad. He reached down to pick me up and roughly pushed my body against the wall. He moved towards me and he looked like his ears could be blowing steam.

"What the fuck was that noise?"

"That hurt." I muttered.

"I told you to shut the fuck up! Why can't you listen you dumb bitch!" He yelled, grabbing a fistful of hair and yanking me towards the floor.

He walked away and went into his bed, pulling his sheets up and laying there for a few minutes before I heard snoring. I got off the floor and grabbed my stuff. I ran down the stairs, whimpering at the pain in my leg and went outside. I immediately called Shawn and prayed he answered.

"Hi you've reached Shawn, leave a message and I'll get back to you!"

I called three more times and he finally answered.

"Millie? What's wrong?"