After a while Liam stopped the car and got out, again without a word for Miley. He got into a house where music was playing loudly. It looked like a party was going on in there. Miley looked down at herself, she was not dressed for a party. She shrugged it off and followed Liam into the house.
As she entered, a shot of surprise went through her body. Teenagers practically having sex at each corner of the house others drinking their lives away and some even taking drugs. She was a teenager after all, she was used to partying but not to that wild point where anyone in their right mind would notice this party was defiantly out of control. She wondered, who were all those people she had never seen them around and she was intrigued at what they were all doing partying here at three thirty in the afternoon. She made her way through the house desperately trying to find Liam. Being here was really not her idea for a first date. When she found him, he was standing in a corner looking like he was being chased, he was looking all around him every single second that passed. She started walking towards him when she saw what she dreaded the most. Some guy was handing Liam and in return he gave him a little transparent bag with white powder in it. It didn't take a genius to figure out what it was, but the most horrifying for Miley was when out of nowhere a girl that had practically no clothes on started touching him EVERY FUCKING WHERE. That was the drop that made the water overflow. Who was that whore and why was he letting her touch him like they were in the bedroom? Miley felt disappointed with her own choice of coming here with him. She wanted to go to Liam slap him and tell him how much of a bastard he was. But as she was about to walk she saw that random girl get closer to him and they started making out like that was totally natural. At that point all she wanted to do was leave. And she knew exactly who to call. She went outside, trying to keep her hanger in. However instead of being mad at Liam, Miey was mad at herself the only thought of being with that low life douche bag made her want to vomit. She took her phone out and dialed the number she knew by heart. And that's when she started crying the tears kept falling and there was no way to stop them.
Miley: hello? (Sobbing)
?: hi who is this?
Miley: it's me can you come pick me up?
?: where are you?