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Only a couple minutes after Liam left, I heard the door slam against the walls, and feet rushing across the hardwood floors. I was still leaning against the wooden kitchen island, the butcher knife laying beside me. I picked it up, scared that Liam was back. But let it fall when I saw my parents run in the kitchen instead.
"Miley!" Mom exclaimed, taking in the site of her daughter. Tear stained and looking as if she just got out of bed. She sat down beside me and pulled me into a hug, I lay limp. I felt Dad stroking my hair.
"What happened bud?" he whispered.
Bud. Mate. Liam came to mind again, then memories of what happened only a few minutes ago.
"We got a call Miley. I don't know who, but I recognise the number from somewhere. Whoever just said that they heard you screaming on the phone, and to get to you quick. Were you screaming?" Who would have heard me screaming? The neighbors? But they would have come in themselves, so who called?
"Can I see the number?" I mumbled. I reached out from Moms hold and looked at the number on Dad's cell phone history. By the time I read the first 3 numbers, I knew exactly who had called.
"Nick. Nick called you," I whispered, in disbelief, expressing his name for the first time in weeks. How had he known what was happening?
As if reading my thoughts, Mom asked me the same question. "How did Nick know that you were screaming. He's in South America. An ocean away from you. What happened Miley?" she asked more sternly.
I guess I should tell them. I couldn't lie, they found me with a butchering knife beside me. Unless I wanted to tell them I was going emo. "Um, Liam came like I told you with some food. Before he came, I saw this video. It was... Nick. He sang Before The Storm alone last night at their show. I was calling him to talk to him about that, but Liam saw and got mad that I was calling him. He grabbed the phone, and started shouting at me." I paused and watched as Dad's face grew dark and his jaw tightening.
"What happened then? He didn't hurt you or anything, did he?" Mom asked.
"I tried to get the phone back from him, shouting back at him. I don't think I had disconnected the cell, so he heard me shouting. And when I told Liam that I still thought of Nick all the time, he got mad. Really mad. So he pushed me do-" I cut off hearing Dad cuss and stand up.
"That ass had the nerve to touch you like that?! Why didn't you call us before?!" he shouted.
"Dad, there's more." It didn't calm him down, but he stopped shouting and stood very, very still. As if moving would make him run out the door and hunt Liam, wherever he was.
"That was when I finally got enough anger inside of me to push him to the door and to never talk to me again. But he pushed me into a kiss, and held me there while I tried to get him off of me and out the door. He tried to take off my jacket-" Dad started shouting again to the thin air. Mom told him to calm down.
"I finally broke loose and ran into here, threatening him with the knife. I'm not going emo, so then he apologized and left. I've been sitting here the whole time since he left. That's when I'm guessing Nick called you." Had he listened to everything Liam and I had fought about.
"I'm so sorry Bud, we left you alone here with a boy two years older than you, so sorry Bud," Mom apologized. She had taken up the nickname as well. It sounded funny coming from her.
"I'm fine, really. A little shook up, but I'll be fine. Let's just make sure Dad doesn't get charged of murder and let me take a nap. Kay?" I tried to put on my best smile. A believable smile. It worked. Mom nodded, giving me another squeeze before helping me up and letting me go to my room. I stripped from my jacket and non-broken-in jeans, to sweats and an old, soft Aeropostale shirt that Brandi had given me.
I grabbed my Notebook, and slipped under the covers, not really planning on taking a nap. Yet anyway.
I logged into the computer, and waited as it awoke. When it was finally all set up, I logged into MSN (yes, I still use MSN) and scrolled down the Online list, in search of a certain name.
Taylor Swift, Alyson, Meaghan were on. Even Justin, who I still kept in touch with, from time to time. I smiled when I read his name, his simple MSN name. No fancy letters like Joe or Kevin, just plain Nick Jonas.
After a few moments, I clicked on his name and typed a simple hello.
--MileyCyrus
hey (:
A couple seconds later, he replied back.
Nick Jonas
Hello... you aren't going to shout at me, are you?
He spelt like a teacher would.
--MileyCyrus
course not. just wanted to ask you some things.
Nick Jonas
Shoot.
--MileyCyrus
i loved your perfor. of BTS btw.
NickJonas
Thanks Smiles. Sucked that you couldn't be there.
You there?
Smiles.
I should have been there. I promised Nick I would do the opening show and the last show of the year. But broken it after we fell apart again and I left for Europe, with Liam.
--MileyCyrus
.. yeah. sorry about not making it. i wanted 2, really. ):
NickJonas
I know, it's fine. Another time. By the way, you okay?
I knew he defiantly called me parents now.
--MileyCyrus
Yeah, about that...
Can we do this on web cam?
Face to face, kinda :P
NickJonas
Sure. Just give me a second.
In a few moments, I saw staring at his brown eyes. The ones that I loved the most. "Hey stranger," I whispered, leaning into the web cam so he could hear me better.
"Hey there. You okay? As I asked before." He was in bed too, we were only a few hours ahead of them. I looked out the window for the first time all day and noticed how late it was getting. The sky was a dark blue, almost black. Of course, it was December. The sun came down earlier than usual. The streetlights were coming on, and lights of houses. It looked kind of like New York, minus the skyscrapers.
"Smiles?"
"Why did you sing Before the Storm alone? I know people love the song, by why alone? And why was Joe staring at you weirdly during the song? And why didn't you at least tell me you were going to sing it?" I rambled, keeping the real question inside of me.
"I think you already know the answers Smiles. I saw pictures of you and him kissing on the streets, so I thought I would sing BTS. I really don't know why, but we've always done that. Sang songs that answered each other. You sang 7 things, I sang Can't Have You. You know? We've always had song wars like that. It's our thing. Joe was worried about me I guess. Suddenly he got all brotherly. I'm sure he's outside the door right now making sure I don't bawl out crying or something." He was being so honest today. Usually he's so quiet, even around me.
"Why would Joe be worried about you?" I already guessed the answer.
"Because I'm so heartbroken about you."
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