A/N: Yep, yep. Here's the next step to solve the mystery. Wohoo :P

"What was wrong with you today?" Oliver asked Lilly who was getting herself comfortable on her towel. They just arrived at the beach and decided to lay down and tan before attacking the waves.

"Don't know." After the failure with her mother she wasn't juiced up with the idea to tell anyone else.

"You know, you can talk to me, even if it's some freaky stuff. I won't laugh." Because I havn't seen anyone looking this hot in a bikini top and shorts. His mind told right after those comforting words left his mouth.

"It's just. Remember the day we went to the skatepark?" Lilly started. How could he forget, this was one of the creepiest days in his life.

"Is this about Miley?" He asked softly, whispering the last word as if he was scared that someone might overhear their conversation.

"You could say so. But I don't want to talk about it, I need to figure this stuff out by myself.." Lilly trailed off.

"You know, girl. This isn't convincing at all. If you need help with something, tell me. Please, I want you to feel better."

"Oliver. I need to ask you something beforehand."

The brown haired guy gulped.

"Ye-eah?" His voice was getting high.

"It's..you know. Why do you want to help me, we don't know each other that long, nor well. So, why?" Lilly had two idea's why the young man was acting this way. Either, it was just because he wanted to trap her, put her in a bad light, she was new, so there was nothing wrong with this thought, people got treated badly for fewer things. The other idea was that this guy was truly interested in her, whatever sort of interest.

"Alright. I like you. A lot." He fastly looked into her eyes for nearly a second before his gaze fell again.

Lilly watched him dumbstruck. She wasn't quite sure if he just meant what it did sound like.

"Oh." Was all for an answer she could think about.

Just seconds ago Oliver pretty much thought he could get a chance with the blonde, but now the shortly build up confidence slowly fell below zero.

He did not like the idea of getting dumped.

Again.

Like always.

So he started to laugh.

"No, Lilly. Gosh, not like that. I meant that you are a really awesome dude, only you are a girl, you know?" Oliver was sure that his excuse sounded convincing. Lilly wasn't.

Still, she let him get away with it, especially because she wasn't in the mood for guys right now, she had more important things to care about, things that concerned about dead brunettes and stuff like that.

Oliver cleared his throat.

"So. Still up for getting rid of your trouble?" he asked, trying not to let his hurt show on the outside.

"I want to know."

"What?"

"I want to know everything that you know happened when Miley died. And afterwards. Why are people acting this strange? I mean, come on Oliver. People die and you can't just tell me that the kids around are scared of every house where someone died in."

A light grin sneaked up the shaggy haired boys face.

"Nah, it's not that. So, for the being scared of the house part, it's pretty much nothing more than bored kids telling around creepy ghost stories to entertain themselves, well I guess after a while some started believing the stuff that is going around, you know?"

"Do you believe in them as well? I mean you too didn't seem that fond of my house.."

"Well, I've lived here all my life..and the Stewart kids, they were..they always took care of me when my parents where on a trip or on a date and I grew fond of them. It's just difficult for me."

The hurt in Oliver's eyes told Lilly that she got way too far, she upbraided herself for making Ollie feel bad and for being so stupid not to think about the fact that Oliver must have known the Stewart family.

"Gosh, Ollie. I'm so sorry, I should have been more thoughtful."

"Don't worry about it, Lil. I'm a tough guy and can handle it." He said while clonking his upper body. "So, you up for the truth? I did never tell anyone, no one was ever interested in the truth and it's not a truth one would handle easily."

On one hand Lilly felt as if she was using the poor guy, she felt this strong desire to know more, but on the other hand she heard her conscience whispering accusing words towards her.

"If it doesn't bother you..."

"Alright. Where shall I start..Yeah, right. You know my mom working for the police and all? One night after they found the...corpse.." he cleared his throat. "I heard her talking to my dad, she said something like 'he was totally stoned and just forgot about leaving her there, can you believe it? Poor Robbie Ray.' That time I did not understand what she meant, but I knew she was talking about Miley. Years later I asked my mom about it, at first she tried to avoid me, but after a while she gave in." Lilly was listening carefully, she needed to put the pieces together, needed to know.

"She told me about Jackson, told me that he had a problem with drugs, was addicted. Jackson was Mileys brother, you know? And..and that day the siblings were in a fight, Robbie Ray -Miley's dad- was on a business trip, so he couldn't stop their bickering. And, yeah. The fight got a little out of hand, so Jackson grabbed Miley and locked her in the attic, went to a friend, smoked his head off, did other drugs and forgot about his little sister still being in the attic. He just forgot, can you imagine?"

Lilly wasn't sure if her ears betrayed her, or if Oliver just told her a load of shit, but still...

"Robbie Ray didn't want people to find out, so he did his best to not let the press find out what happened in reality, Jackson checked into rehab and didn't do any drugs afterwards, still, he is punished for his lifetime. Mom told me, that they moved back to Tennessee because they needed a new start and a whole bunch of people they loved around them." Lilly did not understand what he meant by that statement. "They originally came from Tennessee, so they did some back to the roots, you know? And yeah, that's what happened."

"Oh damn.." 'Quite the mess, gosh, I would have never thought. Killed by her own brother..'

Lilly was more concerned about what happened to the girl which was already dead than how the boy she was talking to felt right after revealing this.

Again Lilly felt the need to stop by the attic. She was drawn to the place Miley lost her life.

Once she arrived, she started to rummage through the left stuff some more, hoping to find something. Something that let her be a bit more connected to the dead brunette.

She didn't notice that she spent hours up there, nor that she fell asleep after a while.

Lilly found herself back in the living-room, which somehow appeared totally different from how she remembered it had looked. Then, without any warning two strong and big arms wrapped around her, picked her up and dragged her up the stairs. She started to scream.

But she wasn't at the same time. Was this her who was screaming? No, it wasn't but still it was her mouth which opened up, her mouth the scream came from. Only, it was not her voice.

"Now you get what you deserve, bitch!"A manly voice growled in her ear.

Lilly didn't know that voice, just as little as she knew her own voice. She tried to turn her head to see the face the voice came from.

It was a blond male with furious eyes. She knew that guy.

"Hey, what are-" Before she could say any more the young man threw her in a room and locked the door. But then realization hit her. It was the brother. Jackson.

"Now we'll see what great of a person you really are. I'm off, good night!"

With every step his footsteps softened down until she was left in silence.

At first Lilly felt pissed and just like it was with the voice, her emotions seemed not to be hers as well.

"Oh." She stared at her hand, which was taller, had a darker tan and to top it off, pink nail polish on the nails.

"Oh!" She paced back and forth, searched for a mirror or some other mirror related object, but found nothing appropriate. She touched her head and thick hair introduced itself to her hands, her eyes traveled to her right hand, which still held some locks in it.

"Brown."

'Could it really be? Am I...'