Finn Wolfhard Imagines (Book 2)

The Break - Finn Wolfhard

    WARNING: mention of suicidal thoughts and suicide attempt. If you get triggered by this stuff,  I'd suggest you skip this chapter.

SONG: I Will Follow You Into The Dark by Death Cab for Cutie

   My mascara traveled down my face as I laid down in my bathtub. Damn it, why did I do that? So many people have tried to warn me of what would happen but I didn't listen.

   And now I broke Finn's heart, we got into the huge fight because of my publicity with his best friend, Jack Dylan Grazer. 

   In the beginning Finn claimed that it didn't bother him, it didn't, until a few months later. All I posted about was Jack and I, him and I kissing, me sitting on his lap, we were the young power couple. I hated it so much though.

         Flashback to the fight

   "Babe!" I called out to Finn as I opened the hote room. "Finn, are you okay?" He glares at me with tears going down his eyes. Fin-" My hands felt a sting after he slapped my hands away. I stood there, shocked. "What's gotten into you?"

   He gave me a look of disgust. "Don't you mean who was in you?"

   I was baffled. "Those were fake and you know it. Those stupid paparazzi faked them pictures. I wasn't even with Jack that night." Some paparazzi "leaked" pictures of Jack and I having sex. That's a fucking lie.

   Jack and I's manager sued the person who was the cause of this. We even had proof, I was at a movie premiere in Mexico and Jack was in New York for a photoshoot.

   "Bullshit."

   "Finn, do you actually believe that I would do something like that? After our promise!" Our promise was to be our first for each other, we've been together in secret for three years. My manager claimed that it wouldn't work out in the real world and a month later when fans got suspicious of Finn and I, he began the publicity. It's been a year of doing that hell.

   "I don't know about any of the shit you do! You're always busy with Jack!"

   "FINN!" I exclaimed. "You're being fucking childish."

   He stood up, yelling in my face. "I'M BEING CHILDISH? YOU'RE THE ONE COMPLAINING THAT WE HAVEN'T SPEND ENOUGH TIME TOGETHER BUT YOU'RE TO BUSY KISSING JACK!"

   I watched as the scene unfolds, him yelling at the top of his lungs and me cowering against the wall. "Finn stop."

   "I SHOULD STOP? YOU SHOULD! I'M FUCKING TIRED OF YOUR BULLSHIT! YOU CHOOSE EVERYTHING OVER ME! YOU WON'T EVEN CALL ME LIKE YOU SAID YOU WOULD!"

   "I tried." I sobbed.

   "BULLSHIT!" I flinched as he yelled in my face. I do try, my manager won't let me.

   "Finn, baby, we can figure this out." I tried to say. He just wouldn't listen, what was even worse was that Jack called at the very moment.

   He threw up his hands. "I'm done, I'm so fucking done."

   "Finn.." I say. "Just calm down." I raced to his side, holding his face.

   I gasped with pain as he squeezed my wrists and threw me back. I fell onto a lamp, hearing the crash.

   I felt another pain other than my wrists from being red. I had a deep cut in my forearm. "Ow." I whimpered. A piece of glass was stuck in it.

   "Get out." He growled. I just sat there with tears. "GET OUT!"

   I quickly scrambled up, running without a backwards glance.