Miley rubbed her arm as the purple mark started to slowly ooze across her smooth skin. She winced in pain as her fingers slightly trailed across the center of the bruise. She wondered if Demi was okay. There was a loud thump that was heard from across the hall. That answers her question. She could hear a door slam and footsteps making their way nearer to her door. Please don't come here again. The shivering girl silently prayed and a sigh of relief was passed as she heard the footsteps on the stairs. The hardwood floor creaked as Miley tiptoed across her room, trying to avoid any further damage from her supposed father figure. She placed her hand on the doorknob and listened carefully to world outside her bedroom. He had to be downstairs. She creaked open the door and made a run for Demi's bedroom. She was safe as soon as she closed and locked the door.
"Hey," Demi meekly replied to her sister's arrival. Demi was currently rolled up in a ball at the corner of the room. Her pants were rolled up to her knees, displaying the fact that she was surveying the bruises that dotted her legs.
"Why does he do this to us?" Miley whimpered. She was so weak from the constant abuse that she had been suffering for the past couple of years.
"He's fucking Billy Ray Stewart. He can do whatever the hell he wants," Demi accidentally sneered. She hadn't meant to sound so bitter towards Miley. She knew her sister was going through the same torture.
"I guess three number one albums gives you the right to..." Miley trailed. She couldn't say it. If she said it then everything would become too real for her. She could see Demi was in her own world as her sister's eyes danced around the room. She felt the same things her sister was feeling- this room was a trap. This house was a trap.
"Fuck this shit. Let's get out of here," Demi got up and tugged on Miley's arm, ignoring Miley's decently sized bruise.
"Where are we going?" Miley asked as she picked herself up.
"Anywhere and everywhere. Maybe heaven. Who knows- maybe we'll even meet our guardian angels." Miley smiled at the thought. Someone to save her- that would be a nice thing. She got up and dusted herself as Demi quietly propped the bedroom window open. Each squeak the window emitted had the girls' ears perked up. If Billy Ray heard any noise, he would make the punishment much worse then the daily dose the girls were already experiencing. Once the window was fully open, Miley made her way out first as she slid onto the roof and held her hand for Demi to follow. Demi almost stumbled as her feet landed, but luckily her sister was watching. The two grabbed the edge of the roof and dangled down the house preparing to make a leap to their freedom. Once they landed, Miley crawled towards the nearest bush to make a surveillance of any paparazzi. The cost was clear and the girls ran to the car that was parked at the side of the street. Demi flipped out her keys to unlock her car.
"I'm glad you park outside," Miley chuckled as she tugged the door open.
"This is why I park it out here," Demi giggled. Miley was glad to hear her sister's laughter. It had been a long time since the both of them were really truly happy. "We really need this," Demi added as an after thought. Miley nodded as she turned up the volume of the stereo. Her forehead creased as she was trying to figure out the song that was currently playing the radio. "Use Somebody," Demi offered.
"I really could 'Use Somebody'," Miley murmured, looking out the clear window. She watched the tall Los Angeles palms run past her as Demi's car sped through the streets of the city. Pure silence wafted into the car. The two teens sat in a comfortable silence. Each of them were thinking about their current situations and just enjoying the peace of the moment.
"Where do you want to go?" Demi asked. She looked over to her sister's blue eyes. They were empty without a suggestion. Didn't seem like Miley had a preference. "How about the bar down the corner," Demi nodded at a small place that situated itself at the corner of the street. Miley silently nodded and Demi proceeded to pull her car over. The breaks were pressed and the two girls started to get out of the car.
"An old fashioned bar," Miley sighed as she took in the architecture. It was a small, old pub that was in the midst of the modern Los Angeles. It was nice to have an escape every once in awhile- one that was far away from the greasy men who hogged up Miley's childhood with their cameras.
"Yup," Demi swung her purse over her shoulders and squeaked the door open. Their boots clanked as they hit the hardwood floors of the bar. There was a band playing on the small stage at the far end of the room. Miley looked up when she heard the music to see four people on stage- all absorbed in the music they were making. She narrowed in her eyes on the guitar player. He was so into the music that he seemed to have forgotten he was in front of many people. He was nicely dressed for a guy in his twenties, Miley observed. For some reason, she couldn't seem to take her eyes away from him as she followed Demi to the bar. "Two simple beers," Demi told the bartender. "What are you looking at?" she focused her attention onto her sister, who was currently entranced with the lead singer of the bar's band. "Or who?" Demi nudged, bringing Miley out of her own little world.
"Stop," Miley blushed furiously. She looked up at the bartender who was not so sneakily listening in on their conversation. "What?" Miley asked, expecting him to be a future insider of a tabloid that would report Demi and Miley's wild night out.
"He's my brother," the man grinned proudly as he nodded towards the stage.
"Oh?" Miley asked out of surprise. The two did not look that much alike. She squinted to get a better view of the guy on stage. "I can't really see the resemblance," she admitted.
"Me too," Demi titled her head to observe the two more closely. "I think he's the better looking one," Demi joked. She took a sip of her beer when the bartender was finished preparing her drink.
"Thanks," the man replied sarcastically. "I'm Joe by the way," he held out his hand to greet the girls. Demi nodded back, completely ignoring his politeness.
"Ignore her," Miley said as she shook his hand. "She's a wee bit pissed right now. Not exactly in a good mood." She tucked her hair behind her ears and started to consume her beer. She never really like the taste, but she really didn't care what she was drinking.
"Joe!" a man yelled at the end of the counter. He looked like a regular customer. "I need another drink," he chuckled, looking up at the television. Joe nodded and excused himself from the company of Demi and Miley.
"It didn't seem like he knew who we were," Demi whispered when Joe walked away. She gulped down her last drops as she turned towards Miley.
"Yeah...maybe not by face?" Miley questioned. He had to know who they were. Everyone in Los Angeles was practically familiar with the duo. Demi shrugged and silenced herself as Joe intruded their conversation again.
"You need another drink?" Joe asked. Miley nodded and waited as he poured her some more beer. The music stopped slowly and Joe's face lighted up in a grin. Miley turned around to see his brother making his way over to the bar. His guitar was slung over his shoulder as he cleared his way onto a bar stool
"One whatever is good right now," he slammed his hands on the table and laid his head on the table. He looked exhausted. Miley had to stifle a laugh from his appearance. He looked like a little kid that just got down with playing in a playground. He tipped his hat as he noticed Miley staring at him.
"Hey," Miley was surprised by the urge of confidence that was rushing through her. "You guys are good," she made a hand motion towards the stage.
"Thanks," the mystery man grinned, glowing with pride. "I'm Nick. His brother," he looked at Joe, who was entertaining himself with finding a beer mug for Nick.
"I know," Miley giggled. "Your brother already said so. I'm Miley. Miley Stewart." Nick stuck out his hand and she shook her head slightly. "I don't do handshakes. I do hugs," she chuckled. Nick grinned back and stood up to properly give her a hug.
"Well, you two lovers finish off your conversation. I'm going to be in the car," Demi grinned, knowing fully well that she just embarrassed Miley. She slipped out of her stool, leaving Miley blushing furiously.
"Ignore her. She's a wee bit pissed right now. Not exactly in a good mood," Joe mimicked Miley's earlier statement. Miley giggled at his impression of her. "Well, at least she can spot when my brother flirts with people. Trust me, its kind of hard. He doesn't know how to flirt," Joe winked at Nick and left the couple alone.
"Um," Nick rubbed the back of his neck, blushing from their awkward situation. He looked at the windows and looked back into his company's sparkling, blue eyes. "I was trying to flirt by the way..." he trailed, hoping he hadn't made a fool out of himself. Miley waited for a minute before responding. She wanted to make him suffer in silence just for the fun of it. He looked up at her, waiting for a response. She threw her head back and laughed at his adorable actions.
"I was flirting too," Miley admitted. She looked around nervously. This was such a sweet, awkward moment.
"Well, if that's the case. I would like to take you out," Nick blatantly stated. He didn't know where this was all coming from. Usually, he was a nervous wreck around girls, never knowing the right things to say.
"I'd like that," Miley nodded as Nick pulled out his cellphone to get her number. Maybe she had found her savior.
A/N So this is the new story. The updates will probably be about this length. Its a little but longer than the aver CAGWYW chapter. Thank you for all your support! And the name credit of the story goes to Jes (LyricandMelody from twitter). Check out her Who I Am day stuff!!! I hope you guys enjoy this new story- I have a lot planned for this =D