DNA || Fillie

| 8 ~ Dark Evil Secret |

| 8 |

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

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(Millie's POV)

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Many thoughts were swimming around in the flood in my brain, as I contemplated whether telling Finn or not. There was no reason not to, its not like my father will find out. Its okay right? I reassured myself mentally and I looked up at Finn, staring at the dimension in his welcoming eyes. "Millie.. w-why were you cutting?" His thumb rubbed my cold, shaky hand, and I felt a shock of warmth coming when he moved.

"I-I have a secret finn... and you cannot tell anybody okay?" I asked him, tears still streaming down my cheeks even though I wasn't breaking down any longer. "You can always trust me mills." He stared in my eyes and my heart skipped a beat, why did his look do this to me in this situation? I nodded and couldn't even stutter out the next words.

"I-I uh- I-" I looked down and Finn gave my hand a little squeeze, "tell me when you're ready, if you can't yet. It's okay." He scooted closer to me and put his arms out, gesturing that he was open for a hug. When I noticed, I fell into his arms immediately, and stuffed my red face into his chest. His heart was beating rapidly and I wouldn't blame him, if I walked in on a friend in this situation I would be scared too.

"Let it all out..." he whispered in my ear, and it sent chills up my spine, but these were different goosebumps than the ones that arrived when my father would yell. These were comforting and welcoming, if that makes sense.

I sobbed and sobbed for what felt like the millionth time today. He brought one of his hands up to rub on my back, his movements made me calm down a bit so I wasn't hyperventilating as much anymore. It felt like a hurricane was attacking an innocent village with the tears that fell on Finns chest. I felt horrible for him having to witness me like this...

"I-I'm sorry.... s-so sorry.." my muffled voice broke and became quieter at the last few words that broke me. "Millie do not apologize, you have every right to cry. And I don't even know why you're crying, but that—that doesn't matter." He shook his head before resting it on top of mine, to be capable of embracing me tighter. I felt so safe. Safer than any other moment, just in his arms.

"O-okay... Thank yo-you..." I whispered before sobbing more, just feeling his hands and his beating heart repeat their actions. "Of course." He put his other hand near my neck and held it there, to kind of keep me steady and to have more control of where I was being hugged. After a few more minutes of just me crying, I spoke up."Finn.. I-i think I'm ready to talk." I lifted my held, head up, to look at his freckled face.

"Okay." He released his arms, so I could get up, but we were still sitting close together. "S-so... I was cutting b-because my mother is-" I bit my lip in attempt to prevent my sobs. "D-dead.." I looked at Finn and his facial expression changed immediately, his eyes were filled with sympathy and I could tell.

"M-mills I-" he cleared his throat and grabbed my hand once again. "I'm so sorry..." I felt so bad for being pitied but I couldn't just keep it from him. "It-it's fine..." I said, before looking down. "Wait wait wait, how d-did it happen?" His eyebrows shook while being furrowed and I looked up again, "s-she was murdered." I answered bluntly and he gasped. "What the fuck?! Do you know who did it?" He asked and I shook my head, lying automatically. He couldn't know that part, because he would tell the police and my dad will find out. I wasn't willing to lose more than just my mother. Who knows, if my dad found out, he might hurt Finn.. and I am not tolerating that.

"Millie I can't find anything to say, I'm honestly so sorry and I wish I could do something to bring her back or make you feel better..." I'm surprised he didn't ask how I knew she was murdered... But he leaned over and kissed my forehead and once again, that feeling in my heart and stomach came back... are those what butterflies felt like? Anyways, back on track, I continued to explain what's happening. Or why I look like a complete and utter mess, mentally and psychically.

"Don't worry about it Finnie, y-you're doing everything you can and I'm grateful for that..." I said and gave him a reassuring smile. "I-is there anything els- are those bruises?" He asked, his eyes spotting the purple markings on my neck and wrists, I nodded slowly, and i noticed him getting ready to listen to the explanation. "Millie what the hell is happening..." he questioned with concern lining his voice.

"A lot of shit i-is happening Finn... this is just the beginning." I admitted and he fell confused.

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So this is alright I guess, and I mean the chapters are getting longer so there's a bonus for that. Did you like this chapter?
-Savannah