Author's Ntoe: Hey guyss...enjoy part two it's looong-ish
Disclamer: I ONLY own Millie
Chapter 3: Hurting Me Part 2—Millie's POV:
After school I walk to Mark's car when a hand clasps around my shoulder.
"Hey." Clare smiles.
"Clare…hi." I say. Out of the corner of my eye I see Mark leaning on the door of his truck eyes glued to me and Clare.
"Where are you going?" she asks.
"Home." I said as if it was obvious.
"Oh. I was walking that way, too. Want to walk with me?"
I turn to Mark for a moment and then back to Clare, "Sure. Give me a sec though."
"Sure." she nods and I run back to the school. When I feel her gaze has slipped from me I turn around to check. Truth be told she's waiting by the bus stop for me, eyes on a book. I sigh, thanking God she isn't looking up, and walk to Mark.
"Hey Mil." he smiles.
"Listen. I'm just telling you this because you're my brother."
"What?" he asks.
"I'm going to walk home with Clare. And, I don't know if I'll be home."
"Tonight?" he asks.
I sigh, "Ever. Mark I am in physical pain."
"What are you talking about?"
I lift up my shirt and he gazes down to my stomach. He grabs my hands and takes me behind a tree.
"What is that?"
"I have more." I turn around and show him my back, then I roll up my legs and show him the rug burns.
"What are you doing to yourself?"
I stare at him and my voice cracks, "I'm not doing this to myself."
"Look, Mil, I'm sorry if you feel like I abandoned you…"
I cut him off, "Save it for someone who cares. I shouldn't have shown you." I walk away. I hear his footsteps following me and then his hand clasps around my right shoulder. I yelp and he rolls up the sleeve revealing the cigar burn.
"What is this?" he asks.
I rip my arm from his grasp and avert my tear filled gaze from him. He turns my head so I'm facing him.
"Who does this?"
I don't answer.
"Is it dad?"
I nod.
"How long?"
"How long what?"
"How long has he been doing this?"
"Two years."
"Mil! Two whole years? How could you not tell me?" His green eyes pester me for an answer.
I move back, "If you cared you would have figured it out!"
"Mil, of course I care. You're my little sister…"
I cut him off, "I thought I was a bitch."
His eyes widen, "What?"
"That's what you called me yesterday."
"Mil, like I said with…"
"With Owen and Bianca it's different." I finish. "Save it."
"Mil!" he grabs my hand and makes me face him.
"Let go of me!" I hiss.
"Millie, listen to me." he begs grip tightening to keep me in front of him.
"Hey! Leave her alone."
"Fitz! Get away from her."
"Your posse's coming." Mark whispers to me.
I shrink down, "I can handle this myself."
"You don't know him like we do." Eli calls.
"Fitz, leave her alone, what has she done to you?" Clare asks.
"Guys! I can fight my own battles." I hiss.
"Yeah, you've been doing so well with that for two years." Mark whispers to me.
"You may be my brother, but you are a horrible person." I whisper to him leaving him in enough shock that I can break free of his grasp. Clare and Eli smile to me and we walk away, but I can't help steel a glance back at Mark and I notice a single tear fall down his face.
When we get to Clare's Eli says goodbye leaving Clare and I alone.
"What was that about?" she asks sitting down on her bed.
"What?" I ask laying down next to her.
"That whole thing with Fitz."
"Oh…it's nothing."
"Millie. Stop lying."
I scoff, "I'm not lying Clare."
"Yes you are. Please, just tell me what's going on between you and Fitz."
"I…I can't."
"Why not?"
"I…I just can't." I turn to her, "Can we drop the subject?"
"Sure…I guess." she says but I can tell she's hurt that I didn't tell her.
Fitz's POV:
When I get home the first thing I notice is beer cans and bottles strewn all over the floor.
"Dad!" I shout.
No answer.
"Dad!" I call out again. His figure emerges from the kitchen.
"Don't yell."
I walk over to him, "Why Millie?"
"What?"
"You know what! Why Millie?" I shout.
"Mark, I think you're getting things confused. Are you feeling alright?"
"I'm serious. Why do you hurt her?"
His eyes widen, "Bull shit. Did she tell you that? That little bitch."
"Dad! She's not a bitch, she's your daughter. Why?"
"I don't need to explain myself to you." he pushes past me.
"I'll call the cops."
He stops in his steps and turns to me, "You wouldn't."
"Then you don't know me. I'll call the cops."
"You wouldn't dare." he hisses.
"Try me."
The next thing I know I'm down on the ground and Star is licking my face. When I look outside it's raining. Star looks at me and when I feel my forehead there's blood. I stand up and call out to see if anyone's home. No answer. I turn to the kitchen table and find a note.
Call the police and you won't need to worry about me hurting Millie anymore…
I'll let you decipher that.
Dad
I turn around and see the house is dark. I walk outside and begin the walk to Clare's house.
Millie's POV:
"It's raining cats and dogs out there." Clare says.
I look at her, "What does that even mean?"
"That it's raining a lot."
The doorbell rings.
"I've got it." Clare smiles and runs down to get the door. I follow her, but wait at the top of the stairs.
"Clare."
"Fitz?" she exclaims.
"I need to see Millie. Now."
"I don't think…"
I walk over to them and frown when I see his forehead, "Come in."
"Millie!" Clare whisper-hisses.
"Clare, trust me, he'll come in no matter what you say."
He smiles and walks in.
"Dad?" I ask nodding to his forehead.
"Yeah. I'm sorry I doubted you Mil."
"What happened?" I ask.
"I confronted him about the abuse and he hit me. I'm so sorry." and I notice tears in his eyes.
"Where is he?" I shakily ask.
"He left."
"What do you mean left?"
he opens his mouth to talk when the front door opens, "Clare, Millie, I thought you might want something to eat."
"Now really isn't a good time Eli." Clare warns. He turns and sees Mark.
"What are you doing here?" Eli asks.
Mark ignores him and turns back to me, "He left a note."
"Can I see?"
"I don't think you should…"
"Mark! Give it to me, now!"
He hands me a ripped sheet of folded paper. I open it.
Call the police and you won't need to worry about me hurting Millie anymore…
I'll let you decipher that.
Dad
I shriek and drop the paper.
"I told you." he says.
"What's going on here?" Eli asks.
"Shut up Emo-Boy."
"Mark!"
"Sorry. Shut up Eli." he says.
"So not the point." I reply.
"Would one of you mind telling me what's going on here?" Clare asks.
I turn to her, "Meet my brother, Mark Fitzgerald."
She gapes at me, "Brother?"
"But you have to different last names." Eli says.
"Cooper is my mom's maiden name."
"Oh."
"But, what's going on here?" Clare asks.
"Since my mom's death…my dad's been hitting me and kicking me and burning cigars on me." my voice shakes. Mark puts his arms around me. "And…that's why Mark and I were fighting in the parking lot today because I told him."
"Hold on, two years and no one knew?" Eli asks.
"We keep to ourselves." Mark replies.
"Go on." Clare says.
"Apparently when Mark confronted my dad about this he hit him and left him that note." I point to the sheet of paper on the floor. Eli picks it up and then looks at it before handing it to Clare.
"We have to tell the cops." she says.
"We can't didn't you read that?" I exclaim.
"Millie, this is just a threat. The cops can help you."
"Clare, you don't get it. He'll do anything to stop the people in his way. Anything."
"What do you mean?" she and Eli ask simultaneously.
"He was driving the car that hit my mom."
Author's Note: DUN DUND DUN! did you like it?
