AN: Hey! Long time no see! Yeah, I apoligise for the lateness of this chapter. I've been home for over a week and I'm only just getting round to do this... Three reasons for this: First, for the first 1,500 words or so ...Voice was distracting me something terrible. Second, my mom has been making me do so much housework its unbeliveable - the iron also doesn't like me and seems to find burning my fingerprints off amusing! Thirdly... I'm lazy. Sorry, it's in my blood. But without furthur ado - enjoy!
Chapter Eleven: Backstabber (cont)
[Miley]
"Oh hello dear," said Ms Truscott who was surprised when she opened her door to find me stood there, my fist raised before I knocked.
I lowered my hand, "Morning, Ms Truscott," I smiled. "She up yet?"
"You know what? I think she might be," she smirked, knowing of her daughter's morning habits. I wonder if Lilly told her… does she know we're together? I don't think so considering she hasn't said anything and she's being as nice as she normally was. Surely finding out your daughter is dating the girl who calls around every morning would cause at least some difference in your attitude towards her…
"Go right on in," she smiled as she slipped out of the door and to her car.
"Bye, Ms Truscott," I waved before heading into the house and closing the door behind me. "Hey Romeo," I greeted the Australian Sheppard as he ran towards me, jumping up with his paws on my chest as he attempted to lick my face.
"Down Romeo," I heard Lilly's voice and looked up from the dog's happy brown eyes to see the blonde descending the stairs, a sly smile on her lips. The dog obeyed her command and sat down, still looking up at me and wagging his tail madly. "That's my job," she winked.
"You want your hands on my chest and to lick my face?" I said, my mind throwing that image at me and caused me to be a little breathless.
"I doubt that you'd complain," she said, coming closer. I couldn't disagree and my entire voice box closed up as she neared even closer, her hands slipping around my waist. "Would you?" she said, her nose brushing mine as she leant in. I shook my head slightly and watched through half-closed eyes as the corners of Lilly's mouth curled into a smile. Her hands slowly crept up my waist and stopped just below my breasts and a gasp of air escaped my lips. I placed my own hands on her hips as she leant in, nuzzling my neck as my eyes closed. Those hands of hers continued further up, cupping and squeezing my breasts slightly, and I gasped again from the sensations she was eliciting from me and I felt her smirk against my heated flesh. She placed a wet kiss against my pulse point before she ran her nose softly along my jaw and towards my chin, again I felt her smile before she licked along my jaw line and I groaned, squeezing her hips.
"Mmmm…" I moaned happily, my head rolling back to give her more room as she licked at the flesh of my pulse point, nibbling lightly before soothing it with her tongue. It wasn't enough to leave a mark and I melted into her touch as she continued to work her hands against my chest.
Romeo barked loudly, causing us both to jump apart at its suddenness. Seconds later, Lilly's mom walked back into the house, ignoring Lilly and I who stood mere meters away from her, Lilly's hands still in the same position as they'd been on my chest. She dropped them immediately, her face blushing. Her mom picked up a brown folder from the kitchen table before turning to leave, again not looking at us, muttering a 'bye, girls' before heading back out the door.
I glanced at Lilly at the same time she glanced at me and let go of the breath I'd been holding. For a few seconds we simply looked at each other listening to the sound of Ms Truscott's car reversing off of the drive. When the sound of the disappearing blue Toyota Yaris had finally dulled to silence, Lilly and I burst into nervous laughter perfectly in sync with each other.
"Good boy Romeo," laughed Lilly, crouching down so that the brown eyed dog bounded over to her, tail wagging and his ears back to emphasise the happiness on his face. She ran her hand through his fur, scratching behind his ears fiercely so that his back leg started banging against the hardwood floor of its own accord.
"Thought you weren't ready yet?" I said crouching down too to rub the dog's white belly as he rolled onto his back.
"What for?" she questioned, taking her attention away from her pet to look at me.
"Y'know… the whole fondling and stuff…" I said feeling heat touch my cheeks as I flashed back to a few minutes ago.
She smirked, looking back at Romeo as she answered. "Well, there's only so much a girl can take…"
"Oh really?" I grinned mischievously and I saw Lilly's eyes widen as I pushed her down to the floor, hovering above her before kissing her neck much like she had to me. She groaned and I grinned, running my hand up her thigh slowly, up to the hem of her shirt and slipping my hand under it all the way up to her own bra-clad chest. She groaned again, her hips lifting up off of the floor and her hand wrapping around my neck, pulling my mouth to hers. I pulled gently on her bottom lip before pushing my tongue into her mouth, running it against hers as our kiss heated up, my hand still copying Lilly's earlier ministrations.
"Mmm… Miles…M-Miles. Miley!" said Lilly between kisses.
I pulled back to look into those darkened blue eyes. "What?" was she going to stop us from going 'too far' again? She was right – a girl could only take so much and she kept stopping me mid-flow.
"The dog's humping my leg," she said simply before we both looked at Romeo who indeed was getting frisky with Lilly's leg. She sat up and pushed him off of her. "Help me up Miles,"
I stood then helped my girlfriend to her feet. "Reckon we should get to school?"
-X-
[Lilly]
"Today's essay title is on the board," snapped Miss Linley as we all took our seats. Just great; she was in a bad mood. Even her good moods were terrible but today… the hair was more lank than usual, no makeup on and she clearly hadn't put any thought into what she'd chosen to wear this morning. Her latest boyfriend must have broken up with her… I say latest, but I don't think he existed…
I jotted down the title; 'Tectonic activity poses varying degrees of challenge for the communities experiencing it. Discuss.' Well, it looks like the rest of my week was gonna be busy with this seventy-mark report, my psychology work and the work they were practically throwing at us in history. Do teachers not realise that their students actually have social lives? Or have TV to watch? Music to listen to? Or need time to look for a part-time job to pay for a new board?
"Psst,"
I turned to Mik and whispered a "What?" as I tried to make it look like I was working.
"You coming to the skate park with me and Oliver afterschool? I'll share my board again," she said in a low voice, sneaking glances at Miss Linley in case she was looking.
"Can't," I said just as softly. "I meeting… you know who afterschool," I told her. Miss Linley might not be able to hear us but our classmates around us could and I wasn't going to let slip the Miley secret this easy.
"Dude, you're meeting Voldemort?" She smirked and a few stifled giggles came from Anna and Tammy on the table behind us. So people were listening.
"Yes. Voldemort and I have a date,"
"A date? Really?" she said, intrigued and leaning closer over the gap of our tables.
"Well… not technically. I'm meeting him and he said that he had something to tell me this morning when I saw him," I said, knowing I needed to emphasis 'him' so Mik wouldn't get confused – granted she wasn't dim like Oliver but she'd been hanging around with him more than usual… and his donut brain was kinda contagious.
"Oh, right," she winked. "Details tomorrow?"
"You haven't had the details of this morning," I winked back at her and stifled a laugh at how her face changed from jokey to serious then to –
"Oh my god! Tell me now!" she said her voice louder than the previous whispers.
"Shush!" I said, looking to see if Miss Linley had noticed. She hadn't… in fact; she wasn't even at her desk - where'd she go? "I'll tell you later, I can hardly discuss it in the middle of geography."
"That's right Miss Truscott," said a new voice and I jumped, startled to find Miss Linley stood behind us. "I'm sure the people in detention would love to hear about your love life with the fictional Harry Potter antagonist."
"Sorry Miss," I hung my head, my cheeks burning from the thirty pairs of eyes which now stared at me. I normally wasn't bothered about teachers being pissed at me, I guess it was my rebellious skater blood… but there was something that Miss Linley that made it obvious not to try and push your luck. She might only be about eight years older than us, if that, but she held an authority and a fear factor that took most teachers decades to acquire.
"You can be sorry in detention," she said as she past by our table, snatching up Mik's work. "Well Miss Gomez, I was only going to give you an hour detention for discussing Truscott's strange love life," she said, which received giggles from the class which immediately stopped when Miss Linley gave them a look. "But considering you haven't even written a single sentence I'm going to double it. Two hours detention,"
"Two?" complained Mik stupidly. Miss Linley gave her a look which clearly read 'do you really want to play this game?' "Yeah okay," mumbled Mik and took back the 'essay' Miss Linley handed back to her.
"I'm glad you agree," smirked Miss Linley menacingly. "Now everyone; back to work. And if I hear even a peep out of either of you, you'll get an instant week's worth of detention. Understand?"
We both nodded and went back to our work. I just knew from the small smile on Mik's mouth that she was tempted to do the exact same thing as me. I glanced at her and saw her do the same thing, each of us making a small "peep," before stifling giggles. It was stupid and pushing our luck but thankfully Miss Linley never noticed… plus, it was funny!
-X-
The final bell rang and the hallways were heaving. I pushed my way across the sea of people and finally made it to my locker, with only one person having to be elbowed in the stomach for standing on my foot. My blue vans might look kinda bulky and as if they'd protect you from the pain of people standing on them… but they didn't; I think I actually heard my toes crack from the weight.
I dumped my textbooks in my locker and waited for the crowd to disperse a little before limping – yes, limping – to the art corridor door. I pulled open the door and headed down the empty corridor glancing into the art room. There was one person left still working on their piece- Mik. I knocked on the window and smirked as I saw her jump. She spun around to see me at the window, paint all over her face… and her shirt and her jeans and her shoes…
We waved at each other before I headed towards the viewing gallery with a wink from Mik. I smirked as I headed up those stairs. Miley and I had been getting … close, lately – I mean, we went from hand-holding, to making out on my living room floor and all the touching… if we kept this up, I don't think my plan of making her second-first time the best time ever will happen cause I'll end up just jumping her.
I climbed the steps and wrinkled my nose – it smelled weird in here, like cheap cologne. Reaching the top I saw a new canvas near the back wall; the cologne smell was probably the acrylic or maybe the person who brought it up here thought it smelled nice.
I sat on one of the chairs to wait for Miley and looked at the new piece. I knew it wasn't Mik's or I would have been hounded every ten minutes for an opinion while she painted. This one was quite boring really, well, in comparison with the other work up here; it was just a painted orange background with blue splashes and red accents… 'A/N' Mik would call it – 'Amateur Novice' meaning it was too simple to be considered art and her five year old cousin could do better finger paintings. Ever since those people from New York and LA had offered her internships; she'd become overly critical of other people's work and spent even longer on her own – never satisfied with it.
"Hey,"
"Shit!" I jumped and turned to see Miley smirking as she headed towards me. "Fuck Miles, warn a girl would you?"
"Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you," she laughed before sitting on my lap. My heart was slowing down from the fright but now it picked up again, twice as fast as before.
"You said this morning you had something to tell me…" I said, trying to engage in conversation to distract myself from Miley's darkened blue eyes.
"Yeah, but not here,"
"What's wrong with here?" I queried.
"Its more something I have to show you," she explained. "We'll go to my house when school's empty."
"What exactly are you showing me?" I smirked, raising my eyebrows.
"Not that," she smirked back before coming closer and kissing my nose innocently. I laughed softly at that, squeezing her waist where my hands were resting before she leant in again, this time kissing my lips which eagerly awaited her. It didn't take long before I had one hand securely on her thigh whilst the other was snaked around her neck, preventing her from pulling away – but from how her own hand was massaging my breast and the other tightly scrunched in my hair, I doubted she was going to pull away before I did.
"Wow…" I said as we both tried to get our breath back, our foreheads pressed together.
"I know…"
-X-
[Miley]
We laughed and joked in the ride to my house, the top of my Audi was down and the wind pulled at our hair as I stepped down on the accelerator a little more. But when we turned right down my street, the one lined with palm trees and the huge mansions which seemed to increase in magnificence… Lilly grew quiet.
"What's wrong?" I asked, placing my hand on her thigh.
"I feel out of place here," she admitted.
"You're with me – that's where your place is," I told her honestly and she smiled, taking my hand and squeezing it slightly.
"Is your dad going to be home?" she asked after a few silent moments.
"I dunno," I told her. "My dad doesn't know about us yet so his first impression of you is not going to be that you're 'the bitch who turned his daughter'," I laughed, quoting her from the other night.
I pulled up to the intercom, telling Maurice to let us in, and the big iron gates groaned mechanically as they swung open to allow my Audi through.
"No matter how many times I see that," said Lilly, watching the gates and then focusing on the house ahead, "It never ceases to amaze me."
I smirked, driving up the long drive to the house then parking up in the garage next to Jackson's truck. I apologised for the lack of space I'd left for her to get out, as I watched her squeeze her way between my own and Jackson's car.
"Hey Maurice," I shouted to him as I saw him in the kitchen. He waved slightly, nodding at Lilly by my side who gave a shy wave back – knowing that he wasn't her biggest fan considering she practically broke in the last time she was here, lying to Maurice to gain entry. "Come on," I said to Lilly, grabbing her hand and pulling her through the lounge and up the first flight of steps.
"Miley. What's the rush?" she said between her heavy breathing, her free hand on her chest.
"Guess I ran up the steps a little fast?" I shrugged and she nodded and gave me a look which said 'ya think?'. "Sorry,"
We continued up the next two flights of steps at a reasonable pace and to the furthest door in the East wing of the house. I opened my bedroom door and allowed Lilly to walk in first. I indicated for her to sit and she did, sitting on the leather couch, moving the furry red cushion from behind her onto her lap, clasping her hands together to rest upon it.
"So…"I started, immediately pacing. I was going to tell her, I'd brought her here specifically to tell her and to show her proof if she didn't believe me. I was going to tell her I was Hannah… I just had no idea how to start.
"Miley?" her voice pulled me out of my thoughts and I looked away from my feet to look at her. "Your pacing is making me nauseous," she smirked. I laughed a forced laugh, and sank into the opposite side of the couch, turning to face her and tucking one leg under myself.
"Okay, here goes." I took a deep breath. "Remember when you, Mik and Oliver went to the club where Hannah was playing? The night you punched Johnny?" I knew she remembered but she nodded regardless, her eyes hardening slightly at the mention of Johnny's name. "Remember how I appeared at the interval –" she nodded again, "– and how I disappeared just before Hannah came back on stage?"
"Yeah," she said, looking at me with a confused look.
"…and how I change stations when Hannah's songs come on the radio... well, there's a legitimate reason for that." I took a deep breath, "You shared your special place with me at Silver Point, having not shared it with anyone before, not trusting them with it… now I have something to share with you…"
"Miley, wha– " she began but my own words cut her sentence short and her mouth hung agape as she realised what I'd said.
"I'm Hannah Montana."
For several minutes we sat in an eerie silence, with Lilly just staring at me. Every so often her eyes would drop to from my face to look at everything else before meeting my eyes again, as if she were analysing everything… probably trying to match me up against an image of Hannah in her head. Hannah and I weren't that different, I only wore a blonde wig after all – I'm surprised more people haven't put two and two together.
"Lilly, say something please," I said, unable to take the silence any longer.
"You're…" her voice trailed off. "That's why…"
"Why what?"
"At Mik's Uncle's club… I was watching Hannah and I kept thinking there was something familiar about her… and she – you – kept looking at me…"
"Yeah, I just couldn't believe you were there," I told her, remembering how I'd spotted Lilly's face in the crowd and instantly tried harder to sing better just for her.
"So… you're Hannah Montana," she said almost clarifying it to herself before a grin spread onto her face. "I'm dating a popstar,"
"Yes," I laughed. "You believe me that easy? I was expecting to have to show you my Hannah closet and my studio and everything…."
"You have a separate closet for Hannah? And a studio?"
"Yeah" I laughed, taking her hand again as I stood, "Come see." I pulled her to her feet and led her into my closet, smiling at her confused expression in her reflection in the mirror a few feet in front of us.
"Miley, this is just your normal closet it… isn't it?" she said, taking in the size of it but also the 'normal' clothes.
"Yep," I said, releasing her hand and heading towards the mirror. To the left of this mirror was a small chest of drawers which seemed to be fitted into the wall. "But watch," I smirked, opening the first drawer till it clicked, then the next which jutted out a little more than the first, then opened the third till it too clicked and jutted out further then second. A small mechanical whirring sounded before the four foot wide floor length mirror began to rise from the ground and disappear into the ceiling. I grinned upon hearing Lilly's sharp intake of breath. I held out an outstretched hand which she slowly approached, her eyes on the disappearing mirror and the room beyond.
"Wow," she breathed as we stepped over the threshold and into the Hannah closet. My actual bedroom lacked much colour except for that of the cushions on my couch... but in here, it was like a colour explosion. The far wall was a hot pink colour with a black Victorian style pattern. The wall behind us was its exact opposite of a baby blue with the white pattern. The other two walls were green and orange. The floor was clear, with changing coloured lights beneath it but I had huge faux sheepskin rugs scattered about. There were rails of clothes everywhere you looked, the entire green wall being covered with shelf after shelf of shoes. The orange wall was hair and makeup and the mirror-door served as the mirror in here too when it was dropped back into position. The hot pink wall was emptier than the others, a big LCD TV fitted into it and a bunch of bean bag chairs were placed in front of it, and a large stereo beneath it.
"Wow…" Lilly said again, turning in a full circle to take in the entirety of the room.
"You like?" I smirked, knowing the answer from the awe on her face. She nodded enthusiastically.
-X-
We spent about an hour or so in my closet, the first ten minuets or so were just to let Lilly get over the shock. Then she just drooled over all my clothes, picking out an item and showing it to me with a: 'Oh my god! This is Armarni!' then I'd tell her I knew that, then she'd carry on looking before picking out something else and telling me what label that was or how it was limited edition or whatever.
When I heard her stomach rumble I made her put down my Alexander McQueen lace up platforms which she was hugging and practically dragged her out of the room. I set the process in motion and the mirror descended again, shielding my alter-ego's closet from the world.
"You need to eat," I said, taking her hand. She protested slightly, asking my shoe size. "I'm a five but you're not borrowing those McQueens- they were a gift from the man himself,"
"Dammit," she muttered.
Maurice was in the kitchen when we got there, checking on the many pots and pans which were steaming away on the stove. He was so busy that he didn't even notice Lilly and I enter the room, he just dashed from one pot to the refrigerator or to one of the cupboards, adding more ingredients.
"Uh, Maurice?" I said, hoping not to startle the man at work but it happened regardless. He jumped and dropped the spoon he was holding into the giant pan. He span and saw the two of us standing there.
"Two seconds," he muttered, searching the drawers till he found a set of metal tongs and fished the spoon out of the pan and dropped it into the almost over flowing sink.
"What's with all the food?" I asked him, taking a seat at the breakfast bar which was covered with recipe books. I nodded for Lilly to take the seat next to me, and then looked over the titles in the open books. There were Italian, French, Chinese, British, and even Lebanese dishes.
"Your dad's invited Claire and her son here for dinner and a bunch of her friends. So I have to cook a variety of different foods for over thirty people with no idea what they like… so I'm making a bit of everything,"
"Claire's coming? And Johnny?" I repeated.
"Yeah, and don't think you're getting out of it Missy. Your dad told me to make sure you don't sneak off and that you're to wear that nice dress he bought you last Christmas,"
"The one with the frills?" I exclaimed, remembering the hideous frock I'd unwrapped that Christmas morning and had to fake that I'd liked it. I never thought I'd be forced into wearing it.
"That's the one," said Maurice, wiping his brown as he checked the recipe and added more ingredients to one of the pots. "Why he couldn't simply ask Claire what her friends like to eat instead of me having to do all this work… I'm running out of ovens to use!"
"Why not just make a set meal and if they don't like it then it's just tough," offered Lilly who had until now being shyly quiet by my side. Maurice turned his attention away from the food to look at her. "I mean, you're making like twelve different meals for thirty people who'll probably only eat a small amount of maybe two different dishes at the most and the rest will go to waste. It would be more efficient and cost-effective to make a say, three different dishes which each compliment each other – that way, there's less cooking, less waste and they can pick and choose at what they want,"
"Y'know… that makes sense," said Maurice.
"I used to work in a big fancy restaurant, and you got in serious trouble if food was wasted or it wasn't cost efficient," explained Lilly.
"Why couldn't you have said that a few hours ago before I made so much," he sighed.
"What have you got?" she said, hopping off the stool and she looked over all of the pots. "Well, this can go with this and if you half this sauce and add it to that that could be a dish on its own…" she busied herself helping Maurice with the food, the two of them seemingly in their element as they cooked.
I zoned out a little as I watched them, their movements almost hypnotic and the smell of spices and food filling the air in the steamy kitchen.
"Here Miles, taste this," said Lilly, not waiting for me to open my mouth and instead opening it for me before putting the forkful of food in my mouth.
"Oh my god," I sighed at the mouth-watering taste, "that's amazing." Lilly grinned. "You used to work at a restaurant? Why aren't you there now? You sure can cook!"
"Thanks," she laughed, "My boss was a little on the friendly side…"
"Oh…ew,"
"Exactly,"
"I'm just going down to the vegetable patch," said Maurice.
"We have a vegetable patch?" I asked, genuinely shocked.
"Yes, its near the big greenhouse…" said Maurice but I was still confused. "You've lived here seven years and you didn't know that? I bet you haven't been much further than the pool, have you?"
"Yeah… okay, not much further past it but Jackson and I were chasing each other on the sit-on lawnmowers one day and we did go past it," I laughed and Lilly lightly shoved my shoulder.
"You're such a rich kid," she smirked.
-X-
A mere hour before Johnny, Claire and her guests arrived, I drove Lilly home.
"I'd have offered for you to stay at mine for dinner… but I hardly want a food fight breaking out when you see Johnny," I half-joked.
"Yeah, that was probably best," she smirked as if she was imagining such a scene. "Promise you'll get sauce down his shirt or something for me… or you know, throw a potato at his face or something,"
"I'll try," I laughed, leaning across for a quick kiss. "See you in the morning then,"
"Yeah… unfortunately it's only Tuesday today which means three more days of crappy school,"
I laughed, and then stopped hearing Hannah come on the radio. What was it with this station? "This isn't going to be weird is it?" I asked her, nodding towards my voice on the radio.
"Have I acted weird since you told me… 'cept the whole trying to steal your shoes thing,"
"No," I responded and she reached over to take my hand in both of hers.
"It's not weird, nor will it ever be," she kissed my fingers softly. "I'm dating a popstar – I'm not gonna ruin that by acting weird," she laughed.
-X-
"Now lets all raise our glasses," said my father at the head of the long table as he stood. He held his glass of wine up, and the rest of the guests at the table followed suit. I sighed silently before lifting my glass of lemonade as I was not allowed to drink alcohol underage in front of company… but it was okay to have an unsupervised 18th birthday part where practically everyone from school came here and got hammered.
"And let's toast to love," my father said, gazing into Claire's eyes. Johnny and I both made synchronised gagging noises but the guests hardly heard them over the 'awwwww' they made. Then an idea dawned on me… he was going to propose! No! Don't! I begged him with my eyes not to do it, but he wasn't looking.
"Claire, stand up here," he said and Claire stood, holding his hand as they both gazed into each others eyes still. Please daddy, it's too soon to marry her! Plus, I've said all of twelve words to her since you guys started dating. And Johnny! Don't even get me started on Johnny! "We've been together for almost seven months now, and we were friends before that. So I want to ask you something,"
I saw that Johnny mimicked my actions, glaring at his mother to say no!
"Yes Robbie?" Claire said sweetly. The silence was killing me and I clung to the table, my fingernails practically embedded in the wood with the suspense.
"Will you move in with me?" my dad asked and I sighed a breath of relief. It wasn't the best thing in the world to have a relative stranger move in, but it was definitely better than her becoming my new mom.
"Of course I will," she answered and everyone except Johnny and myself applauded them as they kissed to seal the deal. Johnny caught my eye as we both gagged again.
After dinner and the adults were having drinks, I was recruited to help Maurice in the kitchen.
"Nice dress," scoffed Johnny as he walked in the room, nodding to the blue frilly monstrosity I was wearing.
"Nice bow tie," I said in the same mocking tone. He looked down at the shabby suit his mom probably forced him to wear and I noticed his cologne which smelled oddly familiar…
"Touché," he smirked, taking a glass of the wine left out on the side and downing it before Maurice could see. He wiped his mouth on his sleeve, leaving a small red stain on the white cuff. "How's Lilly?" he smirked. There was something in his eyes… like it was a hidden joke or something.
"Why would you care?" I asked after a moment's hesitation.
"No reason," he shrugged before backing out of the room, flashing his white smile which looked strangely like an evil smirk before he disappeared from view.
[Lilly]
I scraped the last of the spaghetti into the trash, dropping the empty plate into the sink and tried not to think of all the delicious food Miley would be eating that Maurice and I had cooked earlier. I stared out of the window in front of the sink as I washed the dishes, admiring how the moonlight cast its silvery glow into my garden – it wasn't the same as at Silver Point but it was enough to make the grass take on a new light. It shone in Romeo's eyes as he chased something I couldn't see – probably next doors cat again.
I picked up the large dinner dish we'd served the spaghetti in, moving to the right slightly to put it onto the draining board when my mom's voice startled me.
"What the hell is this?" she yelled louder than I'd heard her yell before. Whatever it was, it sounded like I was in some serious shit… although, I can't recall doing anything wrong. I turned to face her, still holding the dish and I saw what she held in her own hand.
The dish fell to the floor and shattered, mimicking the sensation I felt in my stomach.
AN: Again, I'm not happy with this. I never seem to be able to write what I can see in my head in a way which I consider any good. There isn't all that much in this chapter and a few bits might seem irrelavent but I'll tie it together :) Reviews are most welcome, in fact, they're encouraged so get those fingers typing before you leave this story!
Stay tuned x