Don't get too confused when I make Miley only cuss in her mind and not out loud. That's just the type of person I wanted her to be.

Hickies, Razor Blades, and Sharpies

Chapter 10

Miley's POV

You have got to be kidding me. Why is she always around? Alex waved to her while I just sat there huddled in her arms. "What are you guys doing here?" she said sweetly. Even then she still seemed like the bitch I knew too well.

"We were just…"

"It's none of your business." I said cutting Alex off.

"Wow Miley, what's the matter with you sweetie? You got your monthly gift or something?" have I mentioned I hate this chick? Because I do, I really really do.

"What are you doing here?" Alex asked changing the subject.

"Nothing really, just came to have fun." She nodded. Then the conversation went quiet. Everyone started to look around.

"I'm going to go to the bathroom!" Alex shouted in the middle of it all and took off.

"Aren't you going to go follow her to see if she's with some other girl?" Rosie mocked me. She knew I didn't trust Alex alone. Truth is I just didn't trust her alone with Rosie.

"Nope, as long as you're in view of me I know everything is okay." She just smirked at me.

"Whatever" she said walking the opposite direction Alex went. I just sat there waiting patiently playing with my necklace. I couldn't stop reading the inside. She wrote this just for me.

After seven minutes of waiting, I stood up walked to the bathroom. I looked to the opposite side of the club to see Rosie's posy and a redhead sitting behind them. Okay, so Rosie wasn't in the bathroom macking on my girl. Maybe Alex just got a little sick. I opened the door and looked into the pitch black area. Was this supposed to be like this? I flicked the lights on and found out my answer.

Alex's POV
I burst through the bathroom doors. I'm so glad I got out of that silence. It was really starting to freak me out. I walked to the mirror to take a look at myself until I realized I really did have to use the bathroom. After taking a quick wiz I washed my hands and the light cut off. "What the…?" then a body pressed against mine and turned me around. "Babe, not here" I heard a small giggle before the figures lips came in contact with mine. I felt her smile into the kiss and I smiled back. "Hey, did you change your lip gloss?" she shook her head and went back to kissing me.

"We shouldn't be…" she grabbed my hand and places it in her shorts. Screw it, she's here I'm here that's good enough for me. I moved from her lips and start sucking on her pulse point as my fingers just toy with her. I can hear whimpering, but that's not like Miley. Miley moans and should I add this… yes I should; VERY LOUDLY! It's like my favorite part of sex. "I want to hear you." I feel her lips go to my ear.

"I'll give you want you want when I get what I want." She whispers before biting on my earlobe. What she said was barley heard but I tried my best to hear it. Her body shakes as I move my fingers faster and faster. It's almost as if I have to hear her moan for me to breath, or live. Finally it's comes out, but it's still too soft. I can feel that's she already came but I still didn't hear what I want to hear. Finally I slow down and standup. Damn this bathroom is so dark that I can't even tell if she's still in front of me. I reach forward and feel her arm. She's been biting on it to silence herself. "Hey, no fair." There was a soft giggle. "I don't think anyone would have heard you, the music is blasting." She still didn't speak. She just unzipped my pants and slid down my legs. Her tongue taunted me as I slid my hands into her hair. Then my hands froze. Miley's hair wasn't straight, it was curly. Not too long ago her lips tasted like vanilla and honey and now they tasted like cherries. It had to be Miley though, right? The soft giggle, the biting on my ear, the shyness that people might hear us. She had a tight grip on me and I couldn't really get lose, but hey I wasn't completely trying either. "Miles?" the person didn't stop. "Miles?" finally they looked up, but I still couldn't see the face. Then one of the worst things happened. The lights went on and in walked Miley.

"What the fuck Alex?" I think that's the first time I've ever heard her cuss.

"I thought…"

"What, you thought that tramp was me?" She said pointing down at the girl. I didn't want to look down; I didn't want to see the person I just gave myself to. Which one would be worst, screwing Rosie or some random chick? Defiantly random chick, wait no… then I'll have to explain myself more. Why didn't I just cut on the lights to see if it was her? Fucking idiot! "So you're just not going to answer me?" nope, whatever I would have said to her would just have pissed her off more. I have to wait for her to calm down. Until then she won't really care about what I have to say. Rosie (of course it was her) stood up and started fixing her clothes.

Miley's shoulders tensed up and her eyes filled with some many tears. This is exactly how I hurt her last time, sleeping with her bestfriend. I guess its worst now, seeing that we're together and I just slept with her enemy. "Babe can I just explain this to you?" Rosie tapped me on the shoulder and whispered in my ear to pull my pants up. I looked down to see they were still on the floor. I dropped down and picked them up and rushed to Miley who pushed me back.

"Don't talk to me or touch me anymore. I don't want to hear your lame excuse for letting this bitch that broke your heart back into your life."

"I would be pissed and snap back at those names you're calling me. But I'm just too tired from what Alex did to me. I see MY girl has still got it." Rosie smirked at Miley and blew a kiss to me. That must have set Miley off because she started charging at Rosie. I jumped in front of her and held her back.

"Don't do this, please don't" she looked at me confused. I couldn't let her fight Rosie, she would be killed. Miley can't fight worth a shit.

"So now you're sticking up for her? Fine, fuck it and fuck you Alex." Before she turned around to run out of the bathroom she smacked me hard across the face and ripped the necklace from her neck. Tears were rolling down my cheeks; not from the hit but the way she looked at me. I picked up the necklace and put it in my pocket, and then I felt arms wrap around my waist and lips kiss my shoulder.

"Everything's gonna be okay, you're with me now." Are you fucking serious! I pushed her away.

"You just fucked up the best thing that happened to me." She just came closer to me.

"She wasn't meant for you Alex, I was." Is she out of her pretty little mind?

"No you weren't, you proved that to me the day we broke up."

"It was a mistake, I was scared…" I couldn't look at her anymore.

"Yeah I bet it was, just like it was mistake when I said I loved you." I pulled the necklace off and threw it at her. "I really thought you changed Rosie, I guess it was a mistake to think that too." She moved even closer to me.

"Alex, please don't do this… I love you." Everything seemed to stop. I was so confused. I've been dying to hear her say it but now that she has I can't stand to hear it come out of her mouth.

"No you don't!" I shouted. She was in tears. "If you did, you wouldn't keep hurting me like this." Even when we broke up she wasn't crying this hard.

"I do love you Alex; please just let me show you." I kept shaking my head. I'm going to break her, just like she did me.

"Man, when you said you put up a front I didn't believe you. I thought you truly were just a bitch… but now, seeing this…" I started laughing. "You're so pathetic." Her heart was crumbling at this. How am I doing this to her?

"Alex, please" she tried to grab for my hand but I yanked back.

"Don't touch me you piece of shit. I can't believe I actually wanted to be with you." Her tears seemed to make a puddle beneath her. Stop Alex, she's broken. Just leave. I turned to walk out but I looked back at her and said one more thing. "How does it feel to be the one broken?"

I walked out of the club in a rush. What time is it? 12:54. I should get home. I rushed into my car and started to drive down the road. Before I stopped and let my forehead hit the steering wheel. Why did I just do that to her? "I'm such a fucking idiot!" I have to apologize, I have to forgive her, and I have to love her. No, no I don't. She hurt me and now I hurt her. We're equal. Ugh, I hate myself.

I pulled out my phone and texted Rosie 'can we talk?' after fifteen minutes of waiting I decided she wouldn't answer me. I started driving again, not really paying attention to where I was going until I ended up at Miley's house. Then my phone vibrated. The message read.

Fuck off Alex; you've done enough talking already.

I guess I have. I opened the door and heard hard-core music blasting loud. It was coming from Miley's room, but Miley didn't listen to that. What if she's? …no she stopped. But I hurt her again, so she might… Why am I thinking over this? I started banging on the door furiously. After like thirty knocks Mr. Stewart came to the door. There was so much hate in his eyes. "You've got some nerve coming here after what you did to my daughter."

"I'm sorry Mr. Stewart, I really am and now I'm trying to make it right." I said trying to walk in, but his arm stopped me.

"Oh no you don't. This is your second time hurting her this bad; I'm not letting you get another shot."

"Look Mr. Stewart, I understand that but I just wanted to check if she's okay."

"She's perfectly fine if she's away from you." Okay this is getting annoying. She's probably up there hurting herself and he wouldn't know a thing.

"Just let me in" he shook his head and tried to close the door but I held it open with my foot. He opened it back up and tried to push me back but the moment the door was open I squeezed right through and ran upstairs. He was chasing after me but he wasn't fast enough. He should have listened to his mom when she said lay off the pie and pork reigns. "Miley!" I banged on the door and tried to open it but it was locked. "Please open up" just then Jackson walked out of his room eating a hotdog.

"What's up Alex? Is her door locked again?" I nodded. He pulled a key out of his pocket. I just gave him a weird look.

"It's for when I want to go through her st…"

"Ok yea, more unlocky less talky." He nodded and unlocked the door. The first thing I noticed when I walked in was a naked guy lying across her bed sleeping. What the Fuck? "Hey jackass" he stirred a little but looked at me. "Get out of my girl's bed!" I pointed to the door. I picked up his clothes and threw them out the window. And pushed him out of the room. As I turned to close the door I heard a small noise in the bathroom. I rushed inside to find Miley naked lying in her own blood. Four bloody razors were spreaded around the floor. And there were about twenty-six cuts across her body. I knelt down by her side. "Miley, Miley please get up." Jackson walked in after hearing me and his hotdog fell out of his mouth before he whipped out his phone and started dialing the ambulance. After hanging up with them he bent down near her side and held her hand.

"Miles get up. Please" tears were streaming down our faces as she didn't move. I could feel her heart still beating but it seemed to be get distant by the second.

"Miley please, I love you" after the words came out of my mouth I realized how true they were. This is how Rosie must have felt when I didn't say it to her. Like shit, like I didn't even deserve to be in the presents of this person. Like I'm not even worthy to say these words. I'm messed up really bad.

"What the…?" Mr. Stewart stood there looking down at his daughter. "You!" he shouted pointing at me. Then he grabbed me by my shirt and pulled me down stairs.

"Dad, it wasn't Alex's fault. She found Miley like that." Jackson ran after us.

"Yes it is, she drove my little sweet heart to it." He threw me out the house and slammed the door shut.

"Please opened the door, I need to be near her."

"Go home Alex, you've done enough already." I heard his voice through the door. It was a little bit softer. That's the second time I heard that tonight, I don't know what I'd do if I heard it again. I walked into my car and just sat there as the E. R. people put Miley in the back off the truck. Her body was still motionless. I drove to the hospital behind the truck, but not to close that Mr. Stewart would notice. I hope she's okay. I can't lose her, not now.

Sorry I haven't updated in a while, had writer's block. Everything I typed seemed boring. So yeah, that's it until next chapter. By the way, thx random person who says I was spelling Lily's name wrong. I'll keep that in mind when she shows up in the next chapter.