The mother put a hand on her heart seeming relieved as she looked down at the girl with a motherly smile. She moved her hand to the girl's face, "Are you okay, dear?"

The girl's eyes stayed on the ceiling as her body shivered a little in fear.

"Where am I?" she repeated pulling her hands to her chest and slowly standing up.

"Hey, hey, you're safe, don't worry." The old woman said a little confused at why she was that frightened; do they look like bad people? However, she pushed that to the back of her mind, "Are you feeling good?"

"Yes…" the girl seemed hesitant, "W-what happened? How did I get here?"

"My son and his fiancé found you fainted in the park, and they brought you here." Denise –the mother- explained a little offended that her nice family is being thought of badly by the stranger whom they just saved.

However, the girl relaxed a bit, "Thanks." She mumbled and smiled a small barely seen smile, "I guess I have to go now." She stood up quickly causing her head to spin and her balance to be lost as she hit the couch again holding her head and Denise held her arm quickly.

"You're apparently not okay."

"I'm fine, I'm fine." The girl said faintly.

"No, you're not." Denise argued, "I'm a nurse, tell me what you're feeling and I'll help you."

The girl gave in, "I'm a little dizzy."

They exchanged looks; well, they don't know the girl, she could be on some kind of drugs for all they know.

"Um, do you feel like that frequently? Or is this new to you?"

"No, it's the first time I faint. I don't know what's wrong." She crinkled her eyebrows feeling the headache as her hand flew to her head and then it clicked, "Probably lack of food." She mumbled.

What is that? An eating disorder? The girl looked skinny after all.

"Frankie, bring some bread and butter." The woman ordered her youngest then turned to the girl, "I'm sorry, I wish I have offered much but we just finished dinner and we definitely need to go grocery shopping soon."

"No, no, I'm fine. That's kind of you," she stood up this time slower, "I'll just go and I'll take care of myself." She took a step forwards. A small one.

Surprisingly, everyone else but Denise kept watching the scene in silence and just submitted for silence until that moment the girl decided to leave again, the little artist of the house got irritated with her behavior – especially, that he had no idea what had happened- and spoke,

"Why are you so afraid?" he asked not so rudely.

"Nick!" His mother hissed disapprovingly.

"I'm sorry, if I gave that impression. I'm just not used to people."

"Oh? And do we look like kidnappers or something?"

"Nicholas, stop talking."

"I'm sorry; I would have answered your question if I could actually see you."

A loud gasp was heard at the unexpected answer but the one that actually explained her behavior ever since she woke up. They just stared at her not knowing what to do or say; they surely didn't see that one coming.

"Do you mean…?" The elder's wife –Danielle- spoke.

"Blind? Yes." She nodded and then sighed, "Can you please show me the way to the door?"

"No, you can't leave alone! Is there someone we can call to come and pick you up?" Paul –Denise's husband and the breadwinner of the house- protested.

"No, thank you. I know my way very well."

"But-"

"Really! It's fine. This is not new to me. I know how to walk by myself."

"Are you sure, honey?"

"Yeah, just please show me the way out and tell me where are we exactly in the town?"

Demi –the newly engaged girl- volunteered and stepped forward holding the girl's hand as she led her way to the front door, "We're just at the block behind the park."

"Oh, great, we're not far. Thanks for your hospitality again."

"You're welcome. It's nice to meet you and be careful."

"Thank you, and I will. Goodbye."

"Bye."

Demi watched her as she soon turned a corner and sighed closing the door and returned to the living room where there was sure a discussion.

"Are you crazy?"

"What did you want us to do?"

"Oh, I don't know, take her to the hospital?" Nick argued sarcastically looking at Joe –his older brother.

"Really, Nick? You know how far the hospital is."

"So, you bring her home?"

"What's your problem?" Demi put in the conversation in defense of her fiancé.

"My problem? Are you people mindless? She could have been a serial killer for all we know."

"Nothing happened, Nick." Danielle said finding no point in what he's doing.

Nick groaned, "I still think it's a dumb move to bring home a total stranger let alone knocked out. I mean, she could have been dead." He exclaimed.

"But, she wasn't!" Joe rolled his eyes, "I'm smart enough to know when the person is alive or not, Nick."

"Don't turn the tables on me now, Joe, you-"

"You're the one turning tables, here, you're making a scene to cover up the fact you were a total jerk to her." Joe cut him off.

"I wasn't-" he narrowed his eyes.

"Yes, you were, Nick." Denise said. "You know what you said was so uncalled for, you could have just let her go, after all, she's your guest, and there's nothing wrong to be afraid when you suddenly wake up in a strange house! Even if she could see us."

"Mom, that's besides the point." He rolled his eyes.

"No, that is the point. Are you happy now that you have made her embarrassed? God knows how your little reminder of her weakness has affected her now."

"Stop being a psychologist and mind your son bringing strangers home." He spat.

"Nicolas, quit talking to your mother like that." His father said angrily and coughed hardly right after as Denise stood up and rushed to his side guiding him to the bedroom where she should give him his medicines.

"You're arguing about something that the old you would have done and probably more." Joe stood up angry to face his younger brother.

"The old me? What do you mean the old me? I'm the same, Joseph."

"No, you're not." He said it as a matter of fact, "Look at yourself in the mirror, Nick. You're definitely not the same."

"Oh, glad you noticed, I'm growing my hair out." He rolled his eyes sarcastically.

"Stop it, Nick. You've changed and you know it."

"Oh, really? When did I change? Cause, I don't recall making a one."

"Since you got dumped for the Australian guy, Nick." Joe yelled challengingly as his younger brother got taken aback by his answer and stared at him blankly for the first second, then his face tuned into one of a great anger as he glared at Joe.

"I'm done with this discussion." He mumbled and turned on his heels to go to the second story of the house where they heard the door of his room being slammed loudly.

"That was uncalled for, Joe." Denise -who has returned back at that last sentence being said- blamed sadly as Joe shrugged.

"He's losing his mind and someone had to stop him, mom."

"Still, that was harsh; you know he's not over it."

"A reality check is what he needed."

:-/

She took her way through the calm narrow streets wondering if she should go home or not bother at all. She knew that John had had enough of her long time ago. And he was just keeping her in the flat because of her disability. But, it's not his fault, he deserves his money; it's not for charity.

She felt her stomach growl in hunger and gritted her teeth putting a hand over it as she walked slowly and aimlessly. She didn't even know where she was anymore, and it doesn't matter, because going back home wasn't an option, especially not today, maybe a few days later when she gets some of the guy's money to calm down his rage.

She suddenly felt a rush of anger shoot through her veins. Why is this happening to her? Her whole life has been miserable.

From being born with unknown parents and being raised in an orphanage –which wasn't so pleasant- to having no one wanting to adopt her and to eventually running away from it at the day she's turned eighteen. And now, exactly two years later, she's spending her twentieth birthday homeless in the cold, with nothing to eat, and not even being able to have her eyes wide open to look out for dangers- also known as naughty guys.

She gave up on walking and threw her back on one of the old houses' wall and slid down sitting on the cold concrete. She quickly brought her knees up to her chest and buried her face between them and instantly started sobbing.

If she didn't die starving, the cold would do the job.

:-(

"I'll see you tomorrow?"

Demi nodded and pecked his lips with her arms intertwined around his neck and Joe's hands around her waist. "Yes. But, please Joe talk to him… you know you're his best friend."

Joe sighed and nodded, "I will."

"Tonight?"

Joe groaned, "Dems, he was being a jerk."

"Give him time! You know he's still upset."

"It's been a month."

Demi shrugged, "But, he is upset."

"He snapped at you."

"Joe! Don't make up excuses."

He sighed, "Fine!"

"That's Joey." She pecked his lips once again, "Bye."

"Bye."

"I've been waiting you for ages!" Her father joked as she reached him and he swung his arms around her shoulder.

"Shut up," she giggled, "I was just saying goodbye." She said as they walked away taking their way to their house, they didn't live too far away from the Grays.

"Ah, my little girl is all grown up."

"I'm still your little girl." She side hugged him as he chuckled.

"That you will always be." He confirmed, "But, seriously, Demetria, couldn't you fall in love with a richer guy?" he joked; he liked Joe.

"Dad!" she giggled complainingly, "Joe is better than any rich one."

"He's a good guy." He nodded in agreement, "I'm happy for you."

"Thanks, dad."

And they walked through the way too familiar streets to their own nice welcoming house just chatting about any and everything in the world.

And just one corner away from their house, they spotted her again, they stopped in their tracks looking at her small shivering figure and hearing her sobs that filled the place that they were surprised why no one went out to see what's wrong. They exchanged a look and Demi took her way over to the girl,

"Hey!"

The girl jumped and stopped her sobs raising her head and aiming to quickly get up only for her to stumble and fall.

"Hey, hey, it's me." Demi said and tried helping her up but she yanked herself away from her, "The one who just saved you at the park." Demi explained further and the girl seemed to relax a bit, "You didn't go home."

"I've no where to go." Miley mumbled still on the ground with her dress flowing around her thin legs and its ends landed in some rain water that didn't dry yet.

Demi didn't know if she should ask anything else or just let it go, but she felt bad for the girl in front of her.

"I'll just go now." She got up from the ground.

"Your hand is bleeding." Demi's father exclaimed holding the girl's hand up and sure enough there was a cut across the hand.

"Oh… it will get better." She tried to squeeze her hand out of his grip. But, bleeding explained the shooting pain.

"No, it looks deep. Come on." He said and stared walking away towards his house still rounding his grip around her wrist.

"I will be fine, seriously."

"No, you won't. You're freezing."

For some reason, she wasn't afraid, she has got nothing to lose anyway, even if they were some kind of a psycho gang who wanted to kill her; then they would just end her torture, wouldn't they?

So, she tiredly followed them to their house stumbling over her steps due to dizziness every few steps.

Once inside the warm house, Demi led her to a couch sitting her down and wrapping a blanket around her body as her father took care of bandaging her hand. As for the girl herself, she almost didn't feel anything, until she felt something being shoved into her mouth, and she just followed her human nature and chewed the food.

"I'm Demi by the way." She introduced as she continued to shove food into her system.

"Miley." She mumbled feeling better and better as time passed.

:-)

A/N: So, Most of you expected them right :) Artist: Nick, blind: Miley, and couple are Jemi. I'm so sorry for being late, but I was so busy with school and family conditions. I hope I don't get too late again :)

If you're reading Love Advisers, A new chapter is in the progress :)

Thanks for reading and tell me your opinions plz :)