Disclaimer: I don't own Hannah Montana. This fanfiction does not represent the actors and actresses in the television show.

Lilly stood in front of "Room 14" at a rundown apartment complex called "The Plaza Apartments". She looked down again at the paper in her hand. It definitely said "Room 14", but still, she wanted to make sure.

The door in front of her had a rusted "14" nailed onto it. The olive green paint that colored the door was peeling, exposing the splintered wood beneath. She glanced at the address one last time before shoving it into her pocket. Still, she didn't move. She noted that the door was slightly ajar so she held her breath and strained her ears to see if she could pick up any noise from inside. All she could hear was a muffled radio station, broadcasting what sounded like moody blues and a constant tapping noise. A sloppy, off key humming came into accompaniment with the radio station. Lilly licked her lips in anticipation.

After several more minutes of strained listening, Lilly relaxed and let out a heavy sigh. She took several deep breaths to compose herself and then bravely took a step forward. Hands trembling, she knocked on the door gently.

"Hello?" She heard herself say.

Immediately, there was a crashing noise, as well as the sound of furniture scraping against the floor and shattering glass. Lilly took a step backwards as her heart began to race. A muffled curse slipped through the cracks in the door.

"H… hello?" Lilly called more timidly. She waited for a response, but none came. She bit down on her lip and slowly pushed the door open.

The room was dark and hazy. Smoke lingered in the air. Lilly squinted into the darkness and her eyes rested on the figure of a man huddled over, cradling his hand. She was scared, but she had gone this far, and turning back now would eat away at her. Her curiosity led her to move towards the figure. She stopped several feet away and looked down at him.

The man looked up at her and seethed, "Look what you made me do!" He wiped blood that was trickling from an open wound on his hand onto his pants. He stood up, and Lilly's eyes finally adjusted to the dark. She could see the room was cluttered with beer bottles, whiskey bottles, dirty plates and laundry, and a pungent smell hung in the room.

"Who is it?" He yelled, "Whaddaya want?"

Lilly found herself meeting the gaze with the exact same baby blue eyes that she had. The eyes that stared at her, however, were tired and filled with anger.

He was a tall man, with the same eyes, hair color, and chin as Lilly. Lilly knew; this man was her father.

"Dad…?" Her voice was soft.

His eyes softened and he took an unsteadied step towards her. Lilly relaxed slightly.

"Heather…" He mumbled, "Look what ya did… ya made me cut my hand," He looked around the room, as if realizing what Lilly had been looking at. "I din't mean ta start drinking… It's just.. it's that damn daughter of ours din't come ta see me after school. I waited an' waited, but, nothin'. And now you done and made me cut my hand,"

Lilly took a step backwards, scared and confused. "Dad… Dad it's me Lilly,"

He ignored her words, or just simply didn't hear them in his drunken state. His mood suddenly darkened. "You were always good at hurting me… usually not like this but… you found ways… That's why I always had to hurt you back, you know? I can't keep up with your women's mind game, but I do got my hands.." He stopped, as if thinking, and then lifted a bottle from the coffee table and emptied the last of its contents. "You know what else, hun? I'm glad I slapped Lil around when I did. I been watchin' her, an' I think she's a dyke, with that friend of hers. I musta know it. That's why I did what I did. It was to save her from that, but the courts couldn'ta known that…"

Tears gathered in Lilly's eyes as she took another step backward, "What… what are you--?" She stammered.

"She's got this lovesick look on her face whenever she's around that girl," Suddenly, he lunged forward and grabbed Lilly by the wrist. Lilly was caught off guard and couldn't react in time. She shrieked as she felt his cold clammy fingers wrap around her arm and tried to pull her wrist away but he was too strong. He threw her onto the couch.

"It's okay, Heather… It's okay, don't cry," He whispered as she climbed on top of Lilly. "We'll just make 'nother one. This one'll come out right," He lowered himself onto her.

Lilly's eyes widened as sickening chills ran down her spine. She was too scared, she couldn't move even if she wanted to. She could feel his hard on through his pants rub against her stomach. Then, it all suddenly hit her, and she let out a blood-curdling scream. It was cut short when he grabbed her chin and forced her head back, stifling her vocal chords. He lowered his head down to her throat and licked it slowly, leaving trails of saliva on her neck. Lilly could smell his whiskey scent all around her.

She struggled to get free, but her father pinned her down and put his fingers down her throat. Lilly choked and gagged as tears ran down her face. She tried to fight back, but was at in a state of shock and panic.

"Shhh, hun, it's okay," He licked his lips, lustfully, "I know you like it rough," Her father paused and looked down at her, "You know, you haven't changed a bit since high school… You still look so young…"

He grabbed the belt of Lilly's loose jeans and pulled them down, and then did the same with his own pants. Lilly thrashed and screamed but she was just too weak. He felt the tip of his penis trace the inside of her thighs. She cringed and shut her eyes tightly, trying with all her might to close her legs.

Miley… Miley!! Her sobs echoed in her head.

He leaned down again and whispered in her ear, "It's okay, baby, I know just how to open you up," With that said, he reached for a piece of shattered glass from the coffee table and lifted her shirt, exposing her stomach. He brought the glass down on Lilly's skin with once swift swipe across her abdomen. A gash appeared, along with a sharp stinging sensation that seemed to hurt everywhere except the cut. Her body tingled and the gash felt like it was on fire.

First, there was only moist pink flesh in the gash, but beads of red started to trickle down and soon the gash started gushing out blood. Lilly felt the warm liquid trickle down her hot skin. Her legs shot open in pain, and her back arched, and immediately, he saw his entrance and rammed through. The blood continues to pour downwards.

"Perfect," He smiled, starting a rhythmic motion "you were a little dry before, so that fixed two problems,"

Back arched and shaking, tears ran down Lilly's face. He face captured that of a broken spirit, a hopeless soul. Lilly suddenly felt a feeling that she would never forget. She felt like she was on fire. She felt like she had vomited all of her organ out of her body. She became limp, but could still not escape the nauseating pain. Lilly was convinced it would last forever, and soon, she became numb.

Miley glanced nervously at the clock. It was 7:48, and Lilly still wasn't there. She picked up her cell phone and texted Lilly's cell again. [Where r u?]

She sat back impatiently, hoping for a response this time. Something in Miley's gut told her that something wasn't right..

"Relax bud, she'll show up," Robby Ray chimed in after watching his daughter continue her nervous routine.

Miley spun around and looked up at her father anxiously, "Daddy… She's almost an hour late!"

Her father shrugged and gave Miley's shoulders a tight squeeze. "She's probably just finishing something up at home,"

As soon as she said that, Miley's phone rang. The caller ID identified it as "Lilly Home Phone" Miley sighed in relief and answer it.

"Hello?"

It wasn't Lilly's voice on the phone, but her mothers'. "Miley, hello," She started, "Sorry to call your cell, Lilly's not pickin up hers. She probably left it somewhere in your room," Miley's heart sank, and she discovered that she had lost the ability to speak. "Could you just remind her not to sleep in her contact lenses? Her optometrist was very clear that she has to stop doing that,"

There was a long pause as Miley's mind was unable to comprehend anything.

"Miley?"

"O-oh," Miley stuttered, "I'll tell her,"

Heather sighed gratefully, "Thank you, Miley. Have a great time you two!"

"Not problem," Miley tried hard to keep her voice from shaking, "We will,"

Miley hung up, and could do nothing but stare down at her phone.

"Hey bud, I'm gonna go take a shower and turn in for the night,"

Miley turned to her father. "Okay…" She said slowly, "I'm going to go wait outside for Lilly,"

Robby Ray nodded, "Alright, come wake me up if there're any problems,"

Miley nodded and then walked over to he front door and stepped outside. It was cold, and completely dark. She took several more steps outside onto the front porch. Miley shivered as her skin met the crisp air of the night.

"Come on, Lilly…" She whispered nervously, "Where are you?"

After several moments of silence, Miley became aware of a soft sniffling coming from beyond the porch steps. She walked forward and squinted into the night. "Lilly?" She called out, taking several more steps down the steps. She looks down, and as she did, her eyes fell upon a small trembling outline of Lilly, sprawled out on the pavement. Fear shot through Miley as she immediately knelt down and grabbed Lilly's arm. "Lilly, what are you--?"

Miley jerked her hand away after feeling a moist, sticky substance cover her fingers when she touched her friend. She looked down at her hand, confused, and saw drops of dark shining liquid that shimmered in the dull porch light.

"What…?" Miley stammered, unable to look away from her hand, "Lilly… is this… blood?" There was no response from Lilly except a continued sniffling. After a few more seconds of comprehension, things clicked in Miley's head.

"Lilly!" She cried, frantically, leaning close to the sniffling blonde, "What's going on?!"

Lilly sniffled again, and let out a soft pathetic moan. She tried to lift herself, but she failed in doing so. Her breathing hastened, and soon she began to hyperventilate. She was desperately trying to climb into Miley's arms.

Fearful and confused, Miley scooped Lilly into her arms. Lilly's skin was cold and she trembled in the wind. Her gasping breaths blended with her stifled cries and moans.

"Lilly! Lilly, it's okay! You're right here with me! I'm here!" Miley could feel Lilly's blood soaking through her own shirt. "Lilly!" Panicked and desperate, Miley held Lilly in her arms and started to cradle her back and forth.

A sob erupted from Lilly's throat, and she began to cry in Miley's arms. Miley continued to hold her close. She was still in shock, but she continued to react automatically in her actions. Miley could feel Lilly's tattered clothing, but still had trouble understanding was had happened.

Lilly's body started convulsing and she pulled away from Miley and vomited yellow bile from her empty stomach. After she had finished, coughing and sputtering, she collapsed back into Miley's arms. Miley held her tightly and hummed softly in her ear.

As soon as Lilly had stopped shaking enough to move, Miley sat her up. "Come on… let's get you inside… we'll clean you up,"

Lilly nodded weakly and obediently let Miley help her stand. Miley leaned Lilly onto her and help her to walk. Lilly clung to Miley like a small child. They slowly made it inside.

Miley shut the door behind them, and looked around downstairs. The lights were off, and she could hear the water from her father's shower running from upstairs. She leaned to whisper in Lilly's ear. "Lilly, we have to get you upstairs, okay?"

Again, Lilly nodded, and they made their way over to the staircase. Slowly and steadily, they began walking up the stairs; step by step. Lilly began gasping for air, which scared Miley. "Come on Lils, we're almost there," She whispered. They finally got up the last step and bean staggering down the hallway.

Jackson's bedroom door opened, and he stepped out. "What all the noise you two? Can't a guy get some piece and—" He fell short of words as his eyes rested on Lilly, and the drops of blood that followed Miley and her down the hall. His face went pale.

"M-Miley," Jackson's eyes widened, "What on earth…?"

Miley gave Jackson a serious glance as they passed him, and continued into her room. Jackson turned to stare after them, still in shock.

Miley shut the door behind them, and help Lilly over to the bed and sat her down. After making sure Lilly was stable on the bed, she stepped back to look at her.

Lilly trembled where she sat and avoided eye contact with Miley. Tears were still in her eyes. Miley stared at Lilly's bloody, tattered clothing, and then suddenly realized what had happened. Her face lost its color.

"Lilly…" She gasped, "You don't mean…"

Lilly suddenly doubled over and started to dry heave. Miley acted fast, and lifted Lilly up to help her to the bathroom.

She got Lilly to the toilet in time to vomit more yellow bile into the porcelain bowl. A wave of nausea hit Miley as well, and she turned away.

Lilly…Lilly… Lilly… This can't be happening… Lilly…

When she turned back around, Lilly was on the floor sobbing. Miley noticed that she was still bleeding. She took a deep breath, and still feeling lightheaded. Walked over to Lilly and sat her up. She determined the source of bleeding was from Lilly's torso. She noticed Lilly wince.

"Lilly, I know it's hard, but I have to clean it…" Milly reached for Lilly's shirt and lifted it up. Again, Miley went white and was about ready to pass out.

"Miley!" Her father's voice came from the doorway. She turned to see him, starin at Lilly in horror. "What in…"