miles imagine!
warning: abuse
i'll probably do a part two
miles held my hand while we were eating breakfast, watching flora play with her dolls.
"good morning." kate walked in, grabbing her plate & putting food on it. miles hummed & held my hand tighter.
kate hesitated before trying to make conversation again, sitting down across miles & i,
"did everyone sleep well?"
i shrugged, avoiding eye contact. i had been having a hard time sleeping because miles comes home late smelling like alcohol.
i know it's because quint has been taking him out to bars, getting him drunk. i've tried telling miles that i hate when he comes home drunk because it's like he's a different person, but he doesn't listen.
he always turns cold when i mention that i hate quint, simply for what he did to ms. jessel & because he's a loud, disgusting pervert.
we've been in multiple fights because of quint.
he was basically tearing miles & i apart.
he turned to me,
"you didn't sleep well last night?"
i nodded,
"y-yeah, i just... had a hard time falling asleep."
miles watched me skeptically, humming.
i glanced at everyone & then averted my gaze to the table.
i don't want to have another fight. it's completely draining & most of the time, i just ignore it so we can stop.
i play with the ends of my shirt, bringing my chin to my palm.
all of a sudden quint bursted through the door, startling everyone.
"mornin'! miles, come here boy!"
quint said loudly, motioning miles over.
he quickly got up, following quint.
he ran back to me & gave me a kiss on the cheek.
"be back soon."
lie.
i softly sighed to myself, watching as quint took him away.
"i hate quint."
i stated.
"you're not the only one, he's a creep." kate placed a hand on my shoulder sympathetically.
miles hates kate, but i think she's nice.
i smiled back at her,
"it's fine. it'll be okay." i told myself again.
she nodded & turned back to her breakfast.
i continued to stare out at nothing, knowing i wasn't gonna sleep well again tonight.
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i lied in bed, i had been trying to go to sleep without miles because i don't want to deal with him when he gets home. if he comes home.
the clock on the wall read
12:15am.
i closed my eyes again, hoping sleep would find me anytime soon.
