MY FRIEND JALYN DREW THAT PICTURE SHE READS MY STORIES AND I THINK SHE MADE A BOOK CALLED PIZZA BOY| FILLIE SO GO CHECK THAT OUT, I can't remember her username though I think it's like finnxcityboi hopefully that's the right one lol anyway go follow her and read her books
I watched the VMAs and wow
Also I'm just wondering, do any of you read my Fillie books like you are Millie and it's not actually Millie? I've seen some comments about it and I was just wondering if people do that, because I'd totally make a book like that if you wanted.
Millie's pov
It's been 2 months. Since I've left.
I have to keep telling the same story every time. And I'm getting more and more uncomfortable with it as we go on. But I can't stop now. If we do, my dad isn't going to jail, and he would kill me.
Well, he's not my dad anymore. My mom got the divorce.
"Ms Brown." A lady said, making me look back up from my thoughts.
"Yes?" I asked.
"It's time to go." She said, and I got up and into the car, to the private court.
It's so frustrating, it shouldn't take this long. But my not-dad has a pretty damn good lawyer. We have a good one too, which makes it even.
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"So you're saying this started when?" The judge asked me. I was on the stand.
"When I was little. Around 6 or 7." I said, and my not dads lawyer looked over to him. I don't dare to make eye contact with him.
"And why didn't you tell anyone?" The lawyer asked me.
"He threatened me." I said, voice shaky.
"How so?" The lawyer asked, again.
"He threatened something about Ava. My little sister." I said, and the judge wrote something down.
"Do you have any proof that he did this to you?" The lawyer asked.
I looked over to my mom and our lawyer, and they got out the pictures. We took pictures of my neck and my wrist.
They gave the pictures to the judge, and the lawyer continued to question.
"Are there any witnesses? How do we not know it was makeup?" He asked.
"There was one." I said, and everyone looked at me.
"Who?" The lawyer asked.
"I'd prefer not to say." I said.
"If you don't answer this, it is against your better judgement." The lawyer said, and I looked to my mom, then back to him.
"My neighbor. I ran to his house after everything happened." I said, and I could feel my moms stare burning into me.
"Name?" The lawyer asked.
I don't want to give them the name. I don't want to drag Finn into this. But what will happen if I don't?
"Finn." I said, my heart aching a little.
I miss him so much.
I told the group I had to go away for a bit, I didn't tell them the reason. They understood.
I haven't contacted anyone, because I can't have my phone with me. So, it's two months today, since I've seen Finn, and the rest of the group.
"Ms Brown?" The lawyer asked, taking me out of my gaze.
"We asked the last name?" They asked.
"W-wolfhard." I said, and the judge wrote something down.
They stopped for a second, and the lawyer case back to question.
"And you weren't hallucinating?" He asked, and that's when my lawyer stood up.
"Objection!" She said.
"Overruled." The judge said, and my lawyer sat back down.
"Um, no." I said, and he nodded.
"No further questions." He said, and I got up, and went back over to my lawyer with my mom.
My not-dad went up to the stand.
"Mr Amp, what exactly did you do that night?" My lawyer asked him.
Amp is his original last name, that we went back to.
"I had a drink with my ex-wife and our neighbors." He said, and I raised an eyebrow.
"What triggered you to do this?" My lawyer asked.
"Like I said, I had a drink. I was basically drunk, when I saw Millie." He said, and I flinched at him even using my name.
"So you were just drunk? Why did it go this far?" My lawyer asked.
"She was kissing a boy. I told her I was gonna show her how a real man does it. And yes, I was drunk the whole time." He said, and I closed my eyes.
Finn.
"And who might the boy be? Has he ever caused you trouble in the past?" She asked him.
"He is our neighbor. And no, he hasn't." He said, and I looked down.
Creak. Creak creak.
I lifted my head up and furrowed my eyebrows. Where is that coming from?
Creak.
A door is opening. Somewhere.
I turned around to the front door at the very back of the room, to see it opening.
Something is coming out of it.
I black figure of an arm laid against the wall, crawling out. You can hear it cracking as it moved.
Come, Millie. Come with us.
I felt a cold presence on my arm, snapping me back into reality, my mom telling me to pay attention.
What the hell was that? That's never happened before.
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Finns pov
"Finn stop mourning over Millie, it's not like she's dead." Sadie said, snapping me out of my thoughts.
It's been 2 months. No contact. No face to face. Nothing.
I've been trying to cope with it, because she was my positive energy that kept me going every day.
Now I don't have any.
The bell rang, so I went to my locker, to grab my things for study hall.
"Hey Finn." Iris said, walking up to my locker.
"Hey." I said, and walked to study hall, of course, she has it with me.
Iris started to try and talk to me ever since Millie left. I've just given up on fighting her anymore, I have no reason to.
She started talking to me about things, but I didn't care. I didn't want to hear them.
I stopped talking a lot, too. I don't know what's wrong with me.
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We all went to Sadie's house after school, and were gonna watch movies.
Gaten and Noah were on the couch, Sadie and Caleb were on the floor, and I was on a couch. Usually Millie sits with me, but she's not here.
I miss her. I miss when we were awkward around each other, and then we'd gradually scoot closer to each other but we wouldn't even notice. I miss her positivity.
But now I'm here, alone. Let's hope she gets home quicker than 4 months.
I wonder if she misses me as much as I miss her.
Maybe she does. But I wouldn't know.
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I'm depressed just writing these chapters.
Also not telling my parents about my sprained ankle anymore because I told my mom and she didn't even say anything about it and brushed it off but like it's only sprained so I guess it's not that big of a deal. What do I do for a sprained ankle anyone know?
Also, give me some suggestions or ideas for this book. PLEASE.