HEARTLESS | Fillie.

𝟡.𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕡𝕒𝕤𝕥 𝕃𝕚𝕗𝕖

"I have many reasons.some make no sense but I promise I'll always have a reason for the shit I've caused."

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Millie opened her eyes steadily only to realise she had spent the night at Finns once again. She lazily dragged herself out of the comfortable position to check the clock on the bedside table. The clock that was ticking away had read 5.30am. The girl had, had pleanty of work recently and thought it might be best if she just left early. She put on her jacket at the realisation of the gloomy weather outside. All while doing that she turned and noticed Finn enjoying his rather peaceful sleep. The girl smiled to herself imagining what it would be like to enjoy sleep like that every night.
He was tucked under the covers wrapped in profound sleep. The room was filled with the soft sounds of his snores as sleep pooled on his eyelids.
Millie wondered if he was dreaming. Of something wonderful because she, for sure didn't dream often and even if she did they weren't necessarily even dreams. As a child and sometimes even now her dreams repeat of the same horrible encounters she had experienced with her mother. And trust her when saying, If you've seen what she has seen and have done what she has done dreaming is not the best of ideas. Bad nostalgia (if that is even a thing), the best way to describe that side of her life.
In which she preferred to call it her past life. She wanted nothing to do with it anymore she was now a changed person. And so the minute she turned 14 that was her goal. She was now a person with a new mindset which was hopefully to just survive. She prayed the outcome was good yet she was in no way religious. It had been too late by this point she had committed more than one sin, all being worse than you could ever imagine.
Forgetting all of that she looked over to Finn and smiled briefly as she noticed the slightly shinning complexion on his face as morning sunlight streamed through the windows steadily onto his face. Millie decided it would be wise if she left him a note instead of disappearing on him again. She picked up the nearest pen and paper she could find and began writing what came to her mind.
Finn,
Here's a quick note, thanks for last night I really appreciate it. Maybe we can meet later on at the chocolit' shop at 4pm I'll be there. I won't stand you up. I promise. here's my number if anything.
1-541-754-3010
Her handwriting was not exactly the neatest and at times maybe a bit hard to read but she just jotted something down quickly, she needed to go she wasn't willing to receive anymore punches or slaps from that sadistic human.
However, it wasn't time to be thinking about that shit. Millie left Finns bedroom closing the door slowly thankfully for both hers and Finns sake no one was awake but the maids busying themselves with all sorts of things. They were all by this point fairly familiar with the girl, even without sharing a decent conversation. They all knew she was a close friend of Finns and smiled awkwardly as she left the apartment and headed down to the lobby.
Millie never really had taken the time to ever look around the lobby always rushing in and out. Their was a guard standing by the door maybe in his early twenties she smiled at him as he returned the warm greeting back. He was pretty decent looking with dark skin and sharp cheek bones. His chest broad and shoulders strong his name badge had read Caleb.
the girl had continued to walk out of the building and stopped when she had approached her 1989 Ford Tarus. She got in and gripped the steering wheel tightly as she began to drive the car at a steady yet efficient pace. Every building she passed brought back a significant memory. Some the greatest feeling of nostalgia some the worst feeling of past pain and suffering.
Sometimes it didn't make sense to her. Why can't you just forget the bad things in life and instantaneously and move on. She thought as she drove past the old high school she attended for A few years. By far some of her worst memories and mistakes were made there. At the time Millie was nothing but a small and weak teenager who was bullied for the stupidest of reasons. But once she hit fourteen she suddenly knew it changed and rather than being bullied she was taken advantage of. All boys just stupid pigs who wanted nothing more than her body, the whole world was screwed for as long as she knew and nothing would ever change the shit that happens.so now she's resolved to feeling nothing and being numb, not even love could change that, she's heartless, yet was not so long ago and potentially still is a big fan of showing love in the smallest of ways. So here our protagonist lies...the feeling of pain and suffering suffocating her. Nothing else could be done but to move on and see where life takes you.
Millie was taken back into reality as the drove closer and closer to head quarters, the weather now warm making her car hot and stuffy despite it still being the early hours of the morning.
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Finn opened his eyes slowly blinking a few times before he finally adjusted to the bright light coming from the balcony french doors. He turned to the side quickly but purses his lips slightly when he saw no Millie. On the bright side however, he did seem to notice the piece of paper tucked under his arm. Unfolding the paper steadily Going over the words he couldn't help but smile, Millie still did want to meet him.
Of course he wouldn't turn down the offer. It was unfortunate last time that they couldn't meet, because it may sound utterly ridiculous but Finn knew there was something special about this girl. Something unique making it all seem crazy. he promised himself Never was he going to fall in love again but perhaps this time he couldn't help himself, And he most definitely couldn't help but think where she'd be at this moment.
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Millie entered the building feeling the presence of someone.
She most certainly was correct.
Dacre walked towards her a grin on his face.
He paused, then spoke.
"We need to talk."
He said slowly
"About what?"
The girl questioned.
"I want you to kill someone."
He numbered.
Millie knew in all honesty she could do nothing but oblige and so shook her head hesitantly, it was nothing new to be honest.
"Who...?"
She asked cocking he head to the side.
"Eric wolfhard."
He attempted to smile but the man had no clue how too, being a psychopath it was hard to do so.
The name had rang a bell to Millie and it was more of particularly the last name. But she brushed it off. She was a criminal, and if you were one the chances were you, knew everyone.
Millie was no spiritualist but she had a feeling that catastrophe would soon happen but again hoped it was just a feeling.
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