I'm back with some ideas! Thank you to everyone who commented on the writing prompts! I'll be writing more now that I have some ideas from you guys ❤️
Also; disclaimer; I didn't make the abusive boyfriend in this story Jacob. As much as I genuinely don't like him; I can't see him as (at least not physically) abusive. He is still a kid, no matter how much of a dick he may be. I chose a random name, so don't comment saying it should be Jacob.
And one more thing! This chapter mentions abuse, so if you are being abused by anyone in anyway, please dm me! You need the help you can get, so don't feel alone.
Prompts #25 & 45
"Love, please don't flinch."
"Why are there bruises on your arm?"
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Millie stares at her reflection, her eyes lightly glistening with tears. She looked terrible. The months of abuse from her boyfriend was taking an obvious toll on her physical appearance.
Her eyes were sunken; contrast to the usual sparkles in them. Her skin was pale, broadcasting the large purple and red marks on her skin.
Millie sighs, and walks to her closet, pulling out the largest sweater she could find. She slips it on, and turns back to the mirror. The bruises on her arms, legs, and collarbone were now hidden.
All that was left was the huge bruise on her heart.
Millie puts on her fake smile; one that was occurring more and more often.
"Mills!" Her older brother, Charlie, shouts from the living room. She sighs, and picks up her backpack, swinging it over her shoulder. She walks out of her room, trying her best to keep her chin up.
She had been trapped in an abusive relationship for a while now; 5 months to be exact. She really wanted to leave her boyfriend, but she was scared. Terrified even.
She was terrified of what people would think. Of what her parents would say. Of what her best friend, Finn, might say. And of course, she was terrified of what her boyfriend might do to her.
So she never revealed what lies beneath the "we're so happy together" and "I love him" lies.
Charlie hands her an apple when she reaches the bottom of the stairs, and Millie mumbles a soft 'thanks'.
She walks out of the front door, and slightly smiles; genuinely for once, when she sees Finn waiting for her. It had become a tradition between the two friends for the person awake first to take the other one to school.
But lately, Finn had been the one to take Millie to school. She wasn't sure whether it was because he started waking up earlier or if she started waking up later. The latter made more sense; seeing as sleep was one of her very limited escapes of her boyfriend.
Finn wasn't very fond of her boyfriend. He hated to discuss him, and his demeanor when he was around was forced and cold. Millie assumed it was because Finn was a protective friend; he had been since they were young. He hated seeing her talk to other boys in the 2nd grade, but that still hasn't changed.
"Morning, love." He greets her, his hands stuffed within his jean pockets. She smiles at him, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear.
Finn had started taking notice in her changes. She wasn't her usual self. She often declined his offers to hang out. She was quiet, and only replied with nods, head shakes, or soft 'yes' or 'no's.
Finn knew Millie too well to let her actions blow over his head. But he decided to give her some time before pouncing on her with questions. If she was going through something, she would tell him when she was ready.
Or so he thought.
"Did you study for the biology exam?" He asks, his eyes fixated on his feet as he walks, his arm subconsciously wrapping around her waist.
She lightly blushes at the contact, but her fluttering feeling is washed away with realization. "Shit! I completely forgot to study!" She hisses, running a hand over her face.
"Hey, you okay?" Finn asks, noticing her face flushing. She gulps, her breath uneven. She was growing hot, and breathing was harder and harder for her to do.
Finn reaches for her, but she jumps away from his outstretched arm.
"Love, please don't flinch."
"Mills, look at me." She forced her eyes to focus on Finn, and stares deeply in his chocolate orbs. "Take deep breaths." He instructs, guiding her carefully as to retain her ragged and heavy breathing.
After a few moments, Millie's breathing returns to normal; with a few exasperated gasps. He sighs, and wraps his arms lightly around her, pulling her flush against his chest.
She silently cries in his arms, and Finn's heart breaks as he feels her shake.
"W-what just happened?" She asks against him, still slightly recovering.
"You had a panic attack. Mills, I've noticed something has changed with you. I didn't bring it up because I thought you might tell me when you were ready." He pauses, and pulls back slowly to look down at her tear stained face.
"But it's only getting worse. You can talk to me, you always can." She nods, knowing fully that he is her most trusted person.
But she can't tell him. Not yet.
"I..." She trails, and Finn cups her face gently. She leans her head against his hand, following her eyes as he wipes her tears.
"Tell you what. I'll take you back home, you can lay in bed, watch some tv, and you can tell me when you're ready. How's that?" He asks, and she grins.
"Are you going to be like my mum?" She teases, and he chuckles lightly. "More like your concerned friend. But whatever you want, love."
He takes her hand in his, and leads her back to her house.
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Millie flops down on her bed, and Finn snorts. "Lift your arms." He states, and she does as told. He pulls the large sweater off her lightly red body, and tosses it to the corner of her room.
He freezes when he looks back at her.
A large purple bruise is visible on her arm. His eyes widen when another comes to his vision, and then another!
"Mills." He says, his voice dark.
She perks up, raising her eyebrow at him.
"Why are there bruises on your arm?"
Her face drops, and she quickly shoves her arms under her blankets, her eyes fixating on the ceiling.
"Millie." She knew he was extremely serious now; he only called her Millie when he was serious or angry. She looks back at him, her eyes filled with fear.
His face softens, and he leans closer to her. "Hey, Mills." He whispers, cupping her face gently.
"I'm sorry." She sobs, tears spilling quickly. She leans into his chest, his arms naturally wrapping around her smaller figure. Finn feels the drops of water lightly soak his shirt, but his concerns are only on Millie.
He pulls back after a while, and wipes her tears off her cheeks. She takes a deep breath, looking into his brown eyes. He leans closer, and his lips brush against hers.
She sighs, her eyes fluttering close. Finn stares at her lips for a few seconds, before deciding against his actions.
He pulls away, and Millie slowly opens her eyes slowly, confusion written upon her features. "As much as I want to do this, I really need you to let it out for me."
She nods, taking a deep breath.
"It's Julian. When we first started dating, he was a good boyfriend. He took care of me, made plans with me, and seemed to genuinely love me. But, starting 5 months ago, he began slapping and hitting me. I tried to make him stop but that only made it worse." She looks down at her hands, glad to finally let it all out.
"W-Why didn't you tell me sooner? I could've helped you." His voice is soft, cracking slightly.
"I was scared that he would hurt me more if I told anyone." She looks up briefly, her eyes swelling with tears once again.
"Mills... you will never have to go through that again. I'll tell him you want to break up, and you will forget about him. Can you do that for me?" She nods, a soft, and genuine, smile rising on her face.
"I love you." She smiles, and he grins.
"I love you too." He presses his lips against hers gently, and she melts into the kiss.
This was where she wanted to be.
He pulls away, dazed. She grins, brushing a curl out of his eye. His cheeks are a dusty rose shade, contrast to his very pale skin.
"You will always be safe with me."
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Word count: 1351
I need a Finn about right now?