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Millie's POV:

The two of us sat on the floor of our trailer.

"So he's been texting you all this crap?" Finn asked, clearly annoyed while he scrolled through my phone.

"Yeah," I mumbled, kind of afraid he would spaz out irrationally, "I'm showing these messages to you because I trust you, you know that, right?"

Finn must have sensed my cautious tone, as he had looked up from my phone and softened his face a little.

"I'm not angry at you Mills," he sighed, and I relaxed my shoulders in relief. "I'm just totally pissed off. Does this kid thing he owns you or something?"

I shrugged my shoulders, nodding a couple times afterward.

"I think we've done enough digging. You need to cut him out of your life," Finn advised, handing my phone back to me.

"Like block him?" I suggested.

"Block his number, his social media accounts, any of his dickhead friends," Finn explained.

"Good idea," I murmured, squinting in concentration as I tapped 'unfollow' on his social media platforms. I blocked each account, and screenshotted all of our text messages before blocking Jacob's number and deleting the thread.

"Now what?" I asked, locking my phone before looking back up to the boy in front of me.

"Now, we wait," Finn said, letting out a weirdly calm exhale.

"Wait for what?" I asked quickly.

"For him to do something," Finn gestured loosely.

"Like what," I questioned again.

"Millie, I don't know! If he hit you with his God damn belt then I'm sure as hell these threats aren't just empty fucking gestures!" he rose his voice, his face tensing.

"Okay," I said softly, placing a delicate hand on top of Finn's wrist. There was a silence, where I felt him refocus his mind.

"Sorry, I'm just...just..." he allowed his voice to trail off, his mind searching for the correct words.

"Worried?" I tried to help.

"Terrified," Finn admitted.

"We can do whatever we need to do. Up your security, get in contact with his manager. Even though she's just a dimwitted asshole she might be able to knock some sense into Jacob," I offered, and Finn only replied with a sad smile.

"It's going to be okay," I tried reassuring him.

"How can I be sure?" Finn asked, his voice cracking. I started formulating an answer in my head, trying to think of the right thing to say.

"Well, there's where trust comes in," I stated the truth. He listened considerably, his eyes fluttering around the trailer while he contemplated my words.

"Do you trust me?" I asked, immediately regaining his focus on my eyes.

"Of course I trust you-"

"Then believe me when I tell you it's going to be alright," I sternly interrupted him. When it comes to promises, Mike and El aren't the only ones who take it as seriously as I do.

"Okay. I believe you," Finn responded lightly, making me smile.

"Let's go join the others for lunch then," I said with a bounce, getting up from the floor quickly. Finn followed close, then closed the door behind him as we exited the trailer. He grabbed my hand, intertwining our fingers comfortably as we walked to the cafeteria.