DNA || Fillie

| 10 ~ Thank God I Have You |

| 10 |

Trigger warning ⚠️: abuse, underage alcohol, murder, profanity, drug use, murder, suicidal thoughts and tendencies

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(Millie's POV)

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Finn's brown eyes were in contact with my honey ones, and he nodded. I looked around the room, and my anxiety rose. "What's wrong?" Finn asked with furrowed eyebrows, and I replied with, "We need to get out of here... I don't know where my dad is, and what he'll do to you." I rambled out, carefully standing up, and then looking down at the curly haired boy. "Let's go to my place." He stood up as well, and I nodded, fidgeting with my fingers again. "

"Okay.. let me go grab my jacket." I turned around and started heading towards the hallway, but Finn's deep voice stopped me. "Just have mine, we-we have to go." He gestured towards the front door, and I nodded in response. For some reason, Finn made me feel safe. As if nothing could get me anymore, that I was protected from my father.. he made me feel some type of way I have never felt before. His comforting smile and calming eyes made my chest feel heavy, and my stomach flutter. What was I feeling?

I backed out of my thoughts with Finn wrapping his fingers around my wrist with a feather like touch, I looked at him and he immediately let go. "I-im sorry, I forgot it was bruised..." I shook my head, and raised the right side of my mouth up. "Don't worry about it. You didn't hurt me Finn." And with my words I put my hand near his, signaling that it was okay for him to hold my hand.

He slowly grabbed my hand and the familiar warmth travelled again. His eyes kept their gaze at me for a second before he quickly looked down, and walked forward. "Come on." We walked out quickly, and ran down to Finn's black car. He unlocked It in a rushed pace, and we both entered as soon as it responded. I sighed, before looking at him, "now I'm out of breath.." I giggled a bit, and Finn let a tiny smile come across his face. It was kind of weird smiling after all of this chaos has happened. My mom just got murdered by my fucking father, and my dad is out somewhere, somewhere I don't know. He could turn up any second, he could hurt me. He could hurt Finn. But I guess we won't know until we actually find out right?

"Me too. Now let's leave this hell hole." He looked towards the road and started the engine. I closed my eyes, being able to see all of this shit replay in my mind, feeling that lump in my throat grow again.

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 took a deep breath in and still kept my eyes shut tight, like I couldn't even open them. Like some part of me wanted to remember the tragic events of tonight.

"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.

My eyebrows furrowed and that familiar feelings of heartache came back, for what was like the millionth time tonight. My stomach turned, and my head pounded with the conversations and voices in my head which I had listened to before. My ears rung, and I attempted to swallow the lump in my throat. I took a deep inhale through my nose, keeping it all together. I didn't want to break down and distract Finn while he's driving.

"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.

At this point I couldn't take it anymore, I let my glossy eyes open, letting all the tears fall, and letting more emotions out. "I can't hold it together, Finn.." I cried in the palms of my hands, attempting to prevent the piercing noises that are begging to escape me. "Shit. Millie I'm sorry, I know you're hurting. Do you think maybe focusing on something else would help you? Maybe we can put on some music?" Finn suggested and I looked at him, nodding. "Finn, I know I keep crying, I know its the only thing I've been doing all night. I'm sorry..." I apologized and I really did feel sorry for him, having to listen to me cry all night, watching me break down at my worst point.

"Don't apologize, you're perfectly fine. You have all the reasons to cry, so let it all out." He said, however his eyes were still focused on the road. "Okay..."

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"Well, we're here." Finn parked the car in his drive way, and we walked inside of his and his parents house. "Mom, dad! Millie is staying the night!" Finn shouted, placing his hand near the side of his mouth to create a louder echo. "Thanks for asking us first before bringing her here son!" His dad rolled his eyes, which made me feel guilty. I smiled awkwardly as I followed Finn down the dimly lit hall to his bedroom.

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So here's this, lol no cliffhanger this time

-Savannah