Whiskey Lullaby

Authors note: I loved this one-shot as much as I love the song. I wanted to something with the song a long time ago, so I decided this was the perfect time.

The only way you're gonna understand this is hearing the song. But hear it AFTER reading it. It's awesome.

It was just like any night as a Jonas. January 13 seemed like any
other day, with people fooling around in the yard, babies crying, kids playing. But nothing was ever the same, not since she came around.

"Nick, really, you have to get the hell out of here" Joe said as
he knocked on the door.

"Stay away Joe" Nick yelled from the other side of the
door.

"I'm sick of this" Kevin said standing up from the couch
furiously. He went straight to Nick's room and opened the
door.

"A little privacy here!" Nick yelled

"Stop Nicholas! You're hurting yourself! Look around you. This
room is a mess, you haven't gone out in weeks, maybe months! You
just-"

"It's my life Kevin. Plus, I can't hurt myself anymore than she
did"

"It's a girl Nicholas. JUST A GIRL. You have to get your
priorities straight. Take back your life. You already fucked up our career,
don't fuck up our lives too." Joe added

"Go away" Nick said as he drunk the whiskey bottle he had on his
hands.

"You know what? I don't care anymore. Do whatever you want now,
I'm out" Joe said giving up heading out the door, Kevin following
behind

"Miley, Miley, Miley, how could you?" Nick said –practically sang-
as tears starting falling. She broke his heart, not only that, she broke him.
He had spent the last three months trying to forget her, drinking away all the
memories, at least that's what he was trying to do but no matter what he did,
she was always there, taunting him, hurting him.

Finally that night he decided he couldn't stand the pain anymore.
Life wasn't worth living anymore, not without her.

He waited until everyone was sleeping then he went downstairs to
the basement and looked for his father's gun, the one he never let them use. He
remembered how his father taught him when he was little to put it in silence, so
the neighbors couldn't hear the shots when he was playing with the cans.

He finally went upstairs to his room, took another zip from the
bottle, wrote down something in a piece of paper, kneeled on his bed looking at
the picture he had pasted in the wall and pulled the trigger.

January 13, Nicholas Jerry Jonas killed himself because of Miley
Ray Cyrus. And the next day, everyone knew that.

4 years later, Miley was 20 years old; she had retired at 16. The
events that happened that January 13 haunting her since then.

"Miley, we're going out" Noah sad as she knocked her
door.

"Who cares" She yelled from the other side of the
door.

"It's been 4 years now" She heard her brother
Trace.

"I know" Billy Ray replied to him. "There's nothing we can do that
we haven't before"

"It's just a boy. JUST A BOY." He said

"It's not just a boy Trace, he killed himself."

"I know, and we cried, we blamed ourselves enough. But come on,
It's been 4 years"

"I thought you said you were going out!" Miley yelled back from
her room.

"We are" Her mom replied, suddenly she heard them closed the front
door.

She never meant to break his heart, he was in the wrong place, in
the wrong time, and sadly, he didn't stay to understand everything, this time,
it wasn't defiantly what it looked like.

For 4 years, she had blamed herself more than everyone. She had
become an alcoholic, whiskey, for some reason was her favorite.

That night, It had been 4 years since Nick killed himself because
of her. Shecouldn't stand the pain anymore. Life wasn't worth living
anymore, not without him.

She went to the willow, and talked to Nick. She explained
everything to him; she told him how much she loved him, and what she was doing
to prove it.

Her next stop was a particular store.

She finally went upstairs to her room, took another zip from her
bottle, took his picture, kneeled on his bed looking to the wall and pulled the
trigger.

January 13, Miley Ray Cyrus killed herself because of Nicholas
Jerry Jonas. And the next day, everyone knew that.

They buried her next to Nicholas in the willow, she, still holding
the picture, and he, still holding the note.