the beginning of the end | fillie

CHAPTER SIX
• SEX IN THE BATHROOM •

"okay, that's enough, millie. there is clearly something going on in that head of yours." annie says, dropping her stuff as millie drops down on her couch with a sigh.

"let me ask you a question, annie. would you rather know when you die or just drop dead?" millie asks her.

"drop dead so i wouldn't be stressed out about living my best life." annie laughs and leans back on the couch, "why?"

"i'm dying next year on may 28th." millie shrugs casually.

"excuse me, WHAT? what's wrong-"

"no, i do not have fucking cancer or some dying diseases. you will not believe me once again but it's from my visions." she explains to her.

"oh those visions." annie murmurs.

"they're real, annie! i'm not fucking sick or some shit. anyways, i'm dying, i just don't know how so i would much rather drop dead this instant." millie says as she stands up, "it's just so fucking stressful."

"millie, it's probably nothing. if this were a real vision, just ignore it and live your best life because people say you at least have a 60% of dying each day." she tells her.

"and who said that!?" millie exclaims with wide eyes.

"i don't know like, wikipedia or something." she shrugs.

"you cannot trust wiki."

"okay whatever. but you don't wake up and have a 100% of living. just live your best life."

"you're right." millie sighs, "imma die anyways, why care?"

"actually... talking about death, do you have any wishes of sorts?" annie asks.

"what do you mean? like life wishes? like when kids wish to get adopted before eighteen?" she asks.

annie nods, "yes, those."

"i have one wish but it'll never come true." millie whispers, pouring herself a shot of vodka.

"what is it? maybe i can help, you know, one last thing before you turn eighteen." she suggests as millie sits back down on the couch.

millie sits criss crossed and then sighs, "i want my baby back but with a loving father instead."

annie frowns, "mills-"

"see, it'll never fucking happen." she chugs the shot down, "what did i do wrong!? what did my baby do wrong!? nothing... we did nothing." she scoffs and slams the cup down, "god, life is so fucked up." she places her hand on her forehead.

"millie. he was the problem, you did what you had to do and that was to protect your child. whether it meant deciding to not bring her into this world when it meant making her grow up in a dangerous environment." annie places her hand on her back.

"i would've named her bella. short for arabella." she whispers out and lays her head on her shoulder, "and then her middle name would've been lia. arabella lia brown."