Dance with the Devil

Dance with the Devil

Chapter 7:

The sun began to rise slowly, Lilly watched it come up, she never really been able to see the sun rise, but she felt it was the start of another day, a chance to leave everything behind and start anew. Her things were gathered and she stepped out the door, leaving Miley asleep on the couch.

Miley awoke late in the day, she rubbed her eyes and looked around her, remembering why she had been sleeping on the couch, and walked over to her room. There was no Lilly laying in her bed, only a note with the word "thanks" written on it.

The weeks went by slowly for Lilly, who just seem to shut down after her friends death, her anger was fierce and unleashed on anyone who she set eyes on. People avoided her completely to make sure that when she did snap they were nowhere around. The only thing that kept her in school was her GPA, She was a big slacker and even with her lack of studying her scores came out amazing.

Miley watched as her friend drifted away, pushing her father away. The change was dramatic, her attitude had hit rock bottom. Miley was unsure what do to do; Lilly had gone back to grunts and shrugs anytime she asked her a question. It got even worse, when the teacher replace Oliver for a blond pretty boy named Jake Ryan.

Jake was a pretty boy, had love only for himself and no one else. A self centered idiot. He completely ignored Lilly and turned to face his interest Miley, she was the shy and hot new girl. The girl no one could touch cause of Lilly.

Miley chewed on the end of her pencil; she could feel his lustful gaze on her. It made her completely uncomfortable. She wished Lilly would just knock him over the head and tell him to fuck off like she always did when she saw Miley didn't want their attention, but Lilly was still on shut down mode.

The funeral was today, Lilly though as she worked behind the counter. She had decided not to go; it would not do her any good to see Oliver in a coffin. She heard a knock coming from the back door. She saw Miley dressed in a black blouse and dark skirt, she grabbed Lilly's arm roughly and dragged her out of the bar. "Let's go."

Lilly tried to pull her arm away but saw Miley was dead serious on keeping hold of her. "No." She pulled her arm out of the girls grasp. Miley wrapped her arms around her waist, Lilly grinded her teeth as her contact shoot through her body. "Please I can't go in there by myself, it's too much." Lilly was almost putty in her hands.

Lilly didn't know what she was doing here, she could feel people crying and mourning the death of her friend. Miley was sitting quietly next to her; her gaze didn't fall onto the minister who was speaking but the coffin where Oliver laid. Lilly reacted by putting her arm over the girls shoulder a whispering, "Are you okay?"

Miley didn't reply she didn't know what it was but Jackson's funeral came into play, her father had sat next to her like a statue unmoving his gaze drifting. She basically sat alone on that bench, but Lilly's arm brought her back to reality. She falls into the embrace leaning her head against Lilly's shoulder.

Miley and Lilly went up to give their final words to Oliver. She could feel the stares upon her; Miley took her hand as they finished their walk. Miley went first, her whispers went undetected and she walked back leaving Lilly alone to face Oliver.

"Oliver I'm sorry this all my fault, if I would have been faster or stronger maybe this wouldn't be your funeral, but thus fate is cruel to humanity, I'll miss you buddy." Lilly began to walk back to her seat but an arm grabbed her.

She turned around and found herself face to face with Oliver's mother. "This is your fault you sorry excuse for a child, if he had better friend maybe he would still be with us." Her words cut her deep and she looked up at the woman. "Do you think he want us acting like this at his funeral." The lady slapped her across the face. "I blame you for his death."

Lilly stood in front of the crowd, her anger rising, she had never felt like this before, everyone blamed her. It wasn't anyone else's fault but hers. She walked away from the funeral and out of the church.