Hey babes! Back again with a new story for you all. I've been working on this one for quite a while, and now I've finished it up after a lot of reworking some of the chapters to include a new element that I think will really add to it. I'm really excited for you all to read this story.

Enjoy!

"...just the latest in a long string of incidents involving the former child actress and her, on-again-off-again, boyfriend, fellow Hollywood star, Miles Lydon. It's unclear at the moment as to what's going to happen in regards to their actions, but many are wondering if this will be yet another incident that's just swept under the rug without any further consequences for either of the stars. Neither Skye's or Miles' agents, not even the stars themselves, were available for comment on the current situation. But hopefully, something will be done soon to—"

Phil shuts off the TV and tosses the remote onto the couch cushion beside him, letting out a frustrated groan as he closes his eyes and runs a hand down over his face. He can't believe it's gotten this far. How did he let it get this far? Where did he go wrong over the past few years?

"They're not the only ones who are talking about it."

Phil opens his eyes and turns his head to see his wife leaning against the doorway to his office, her arms casually folded over her chest as she watches him.

"I figured as much. Who else?"

"TMZ's doing a pretty interesting take on the whole situation."

Phil sighs. "What are we going to do with her, Mel? How did our precious little girl end up like this?"

Melinda pushes off the doorframe and moves toward her husband. She sits down on the edge of his desk. "I think it happened sometime between the end of her multiple appearances on various shows as well as her own four-year Disney show, plus its movie, and us continuously turning a blind eye to everything she did to act up in hopes that she'd eventually shape up as she got older because we were too busy in our own jobs to really do anything."

"Well we've obviously turned a blind eye one too many times if she's ending up all over the media, and not for the right reasons. I just don't know what to do with her anymore, Mel. We're running out of options here. Nothing's working."

"Have you tried calling Nick?" his wife suggests.

"I know he's her godfather, but what's he going to be able to do for her that we haven't already tried?" Phil asks.

"Doesn't he know someone who owns a large piece of land? Might be good for her to go there for a while."

Phil thinks for a moment. "You know what, I think he did mention something to me not too long ago about someone he knows who owns a farm. Maybe I'll call him and see if his friend could use some help. Do you really think we should send Skye there?"

"Well, what else can we do? It's like you said, nothing else is working. We need to get her away from all of this and see if that helps any."

"Maybe we can find a way to have that Miles kid shipped off to another country while we're at it, like Japan or something. I'm telling you, he's the reason for all of this. Before she met him, Skye never acted like this."

"It won't do any good," Melinda tells him honestly. "She'd just figure out where he is and take the jet there."

Phil sighs. "I know, you're right. So Nick, then?"

Melinda nods. "Nick."

Pushing open the door to the bedroom, Phil stands in the doorway and sighs. He hangs his head for a moment, mentally chastising himself for letting things get as far as they have. He should have done something sooner.

Lifting his head, he steps inside the room and crosses over to the bed, standing beside it for just a moment.

With another sigh, he reaches down and pulls back the heavy covers, revealing the sleeping form of his grown daughter.

She's sprawled out on her stomach spread eagle style, her dark brown hair fanning out over the pillow and covering her face, one arm and leg hanging down off the edge of her bed.

"Skye," he speaks up.

The twenty-four-year-old groans from her spot, her face buried deep in her pillow, and shifts on the bed.

"Skye," he says again, stricter and a bit louder.

"What?" Skye whines, trying to curl further under the covers that are no longer covering her body.

"You need to get up," he tells her.

"Why? I'm tired and I don't have to work today. Let me sleep."

"No. We need to talk."

She turns her head just enough to look up at him through her hair. "About what?"

"Your latest incident."

Skye sighs and flips over onto her back, shaking her hair out of her face and then wincing at the pain in her head. "It's honestly not what you think, dad."

"You were being reckless, Skye," he states.

"We were being spontaneous," she counters. "You and mom should really try it some time. It'll do wonders for your soul."

"The two of you could have caused some serious damage to that property."

"But we didn't."

"And someone could have gotten seriously injured."

"But no one did." Skye reluctantly pulls herself up into a seated position. "Seriously, dad, you really need to relax about all of this. We just wanted to go out and blow off some steam, have a little fun on a Friday night."

"Yes, well, do you know what your little 'night of fun' cost you?" he asks.

"Not having to hear this lecture?" she responds.

He shakes his head. "No. It cost you the lead role in a very big movie that's currently in the works that would have been a huge stepping stone for your career."

Skye's eyes go wide. "Wait, seriously? They actually want me for that movie? This is so awesome!" She smiles. "I told Miles that they would want me for it. He so owes me a hundred bucks."

"They did," Phil corrects her. "They wanted you. As in past tense."

Skye furrows her brows. "What do you mean?"

"Well, they were willing to look past all of your previous...predicaments because of all the roles you've had over the years and how talented you are and how big of a following you have from your early years on Disney. However, after word got around about what happened over the weekend, they called and told your mother and I that they no longer want you for the role."

Skye scoffs. "Because of some stupid little incident? Are they serious?"

"It's more than that, Skye. You're completely reckless and irresponsible. You aren't held accountable for your actions, part of which is my and your mother's fault. You're constantly causing trouble and picking fights, unnecessary fights I might add. Your mother and I are always having to bail you out of everything, despite everything in my gut telling me not to. This has gotten way out of hand. But it all stops right now."

"Wait. What are you saying?"

He lets out a heavy breath and remains standing where he is, watching his daughter.

"Well, are you going to tell me or make me guess?"

"Your mother and I have decided that it'd be best if you were to...get away for awhile. To remove yourself from the media's prying eye and detox, in a certain sense. I made a few phone calls and a friend of Nick's has agreed to let you stay at their place during this whole ordeal. Once it's been decided that you've made enough progress and have learned your lesson, and once things have settled down here a bit, then you can come back and try to salvage whatever might be left of your career."

"You guys are actually going to send me away? You can't just do that."

"We can and we are. This is what's best for you, Skye."

"Well, I'm sorry if I don't feel quite the same way."

"In time I hope that you will," Phil says. "We only want what's best for you, Skye." He makes his way toward the bedroom door, stopping to look over his shoulder at her. "I'll be by to pick you up tomorrow right after lunch, so I'd suggest you start saying your goodbyes and thinking about what you're going to take with you. Only pack what you absolutely need."

"You make it sound like I'm going to a damn convent."

"Oh, if only," Phil mutters as he makes his way out of the room, shutting the door tightly behind him.

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Jellybean96 out!