DNA || Fillie

| 6 ~ Things Change |

| 6 |

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

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(Millie's POV)

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"why yes, a deal." He laughed, and looked around as if somebody was searching for him. My breath hitched just from his nasty evil laugh that sent chills up my spine every time. "W-what is it..?" My voice was barely audible as I stuttered out a question. He let go of one of my wrists and pulled me. The air got knocked out of me as he started to walk towards the kitchen In a rapid pace. Once he made It in there he stopped again and looked down straight into my startled eyes.

"stay still. or else." He instructed and I nodded, tears filling up my eyes once again. I stood as still as I could, anything was possible now, he had full power over me and could take advantage of me with a snap of his fingers. I examined his actions, and noticed him getting something out of a kitchen drawer, what? I fell confused until he revealed himself, holding the sharp object.

My breath shook, and he walked over to me, holding the knife upward. "d-dad no.. you d-don't know what you're doing..." I cried, and walked backwards. His walk was slow and it killed me, so I kept walking back until I hit the kitchen island. He finally made It in front of me and reached his hand around me and I flinched in fear. But when his hand returned in my sight I realized that he had set the knife down. "calm down... let's discuss the deal now shall we?" He smiled and clapped his hands together.

I just nodded with relief, and he started to speak. "you can either respect my actions and keep them a secret. And along with that... I can train you, how to be like me." He put his hand up to my short knotted hair as he spoke. I sniffled and listened while he tucked a piece of hair behind my ear. "Or... you will end up like your mother over there." He removed his hand and I felt trapped, I wasn't going to deal with this the rest of my life.

Since he didn't have a grip on me, I ran away from him with a blink of an eye. Tears still dripped down my face as I bolted towards the door. My hand was almost on the doorknob until, my breath was stopped by a strong bulky arm around my throat "Where are you going my little girl?" He chuckled and I closed my eyes, trying to kick and fight the choking. "I-I-im n-ot y-your little g-girl! N-not anymore!" I yelled as loud as I could, and my throat got released which took me by surprise. I got pushed to the ground and the collision made my body ache. Right when I hit the ground, I told the biggest gulp of air, and closed my eyes.

"What was that?!" He grabbed the knife and put it only a few centimeters from my neck. I gulped and tried to hold in my sobs. "D-dad please... just think of all of our nice memories. Remember when we would have s-singing competitions in the car? Remember when it was your birthday and e-every year you got so m-mad at me because I smashed your head in t-the cake? R-remember when w-we were happy? W-when we would have f-family ga-me nights every Friday...?" My voice broke and tears streamed down my red face as I spoke the faint memories from years before this tragic shit.

"millie don't you know that things change?" He laughed and put the knife closer to my throat, the tip of it already poking my skin. I closed my eyes, rivers of tears steaming down my red face.

So this is really sad in my opinion but here yall. WHat do you think?

-savannah