I had a little writer's block, but here's the next chapter.

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-Jen


As expected, the knock came on the door, and in came dad. He wasn't yelling though. He heaved a sigh, and sat on the end of my bed. "We need to talk."

"No." I said.

"Miles...this is getting out of hand. Your mama is gone." He sad, and I winced. "She's gone, and she isn't coming back. And I don't like it any more then you do. I loved her Miley – I still do. But I can love Carly too."

"I just don't like her. Please leave, I want to be alone."

"That's all you ever want anymore Miley. But you don't have to be alone, Miley."

I said nothing, and after a while, he got up, and kissed the top of my head. "I love you Miley. I always have, always will. You know that. At lease I hope you do. I just don't know what to do anymore."

I thought he was still there, but when I turned over after ten minutes, he was gone, the door shut, no trace, the words not even hanging in the air, proof of how alone I really was.

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The routine went on for another two weeks, a never ending cycle.

Wake up, cut.

Shower, get dressed, choke down food I don't taste.

Dad drives me to school in silence. I say nothing at school, at all.

Teachers call on me, I don't answer.

Lily makes a few hissed mean comments, making me wonder.

I sit in the girls bathroom at lunch, and do homework.

During last period, study, I do the rest of my homework.

Go home.

Cut.

Stay in my room until I have to eat dinner. If she's there, suffer though seeing that woman.

Have dad get mad at me.

Leave when he brings up therapy.

Cut.

Pretend to do the homework I'd finished.

Ignore dad when he asks me about Hannah.

Cut.

Go to bed.

Wake up, cut.

Shower, get dressed, choke down food I don't taste.

Dad drives me to school in silence. I say nothing at school, at all.

Teachers call on me, I don't answer.

Lily makes a few hissed mean comments, making me wonder.

I sit in the girls bathroom at lunch, and do homework.

During last period, study, I do the rest of my homework.

Go home.

Cut.

Stay in my room until I have to eat dinner. If she's there, suffer though seeing that woman.

Have dad get mad at me.

Leave when he brings up therapy.

Cut.

Pretend to do the homework I'd finished.

Ignore dad when he asks me about Hannah.

Cut.

Go to bed.

And on and on.

Two and a half months after the accident, however, a change in the routine came. I'd been found in the girl's bathroom, and had been forced to the commons during lunch.

I sat alone at a table, doing the homework, and not eating, when a voice interrupted me. "So Miley, I noticed you haven't been at lunch lately." I looked up to see Amber.

"So have I, Amber!" Ashley said. "I'm so sorry Miley. It must be awful. And having to wear those clothes! Did you finally realize your clothes were getting a bit to tight?"

"It must suck getting fat." Amber said.

I looked back at my homework.

"Hey! It's not fun if you don't respond to the insults!" Amber hissed. "Why don't you talk anymore? Stupid little mute."

"She thinks she's too good for us, Amber." Lily said, as she and Oliver walked by hand in hand. "And she's probably not just getting fat. The boy crazy idiot probably went and got herself knocked up." Lily laughed coldly.

Anger boiling, I stood up, and faced Lily, and pulled my fist back, then shot it forward, it came in to fast, hard contact with her face.

She let out a yell, and I turned, and ran. I was in trouble, but I didn't care. I suddenly couldn't take it anymore.

I ran out of school, and out of the parking lot. I didn't go home, but I just kept running until I couldn't. I found myself outside of a drug store, and I went in, and bought bottled water.

I drank it sitting outside on a bench, thinking.

By the time I began to slowly walk home, it was nearing five. I hadn't paid attention to my phone.

It took me over an hour to walk home, asking directions since I'd had no idea where I was.

It was six fifteen when I arrived there, and dad was waiting, Jackson and Carly were too.

Dad opened his mouth, and then stopped, walking forward, pulling me in to his arms for a long hug.

When he let go, I asked, "What was that for?"

"Stop running off!" He said, his voice angry. "You don't know how worried I was, Miley! I get a call at noon from school saying you punched Lily and the face and then ran away! What has gotten in to you, Miley?! She didn't do anything! You just...punched her!"

"She provoked me!" I yelled.

"Miley, don't like! The whole school was there." He said sadly. "This is getting out of hand. You need help."

"I don't need help." I said stubbornly. Then, suddenly, I felt sick. "Can I go to my room? Please."

"Yes. And stay there." He ordered.

I hurried up the stairs, and fell over my toilet, becoming sick.

I never puked unless I had the stomach flue. Ever. And I know I didn't have the stomach flu. I scrambled up, and rinsed my mouth out, flushing the toilet, and stripped my shirt off, and stood in front of the mirror sideways.

I had gotten bigger. My heart was beating fast, and out of control. I hurriedly pulled the shirt back over my head, and ran out of the bathroom, to my desk. I pulled the drawer open, and threw old school papers, old notes, and Hannah papers, until I found the paper's I'd carelessly shoved there two and a half months ago.

I found the one about the morning after pill, and scanned it. There it was, on the first page in bold.

I slowly walked to my bed, and sand down on to it, holding the pamphlet, thinking.

I'd been to preoccupied to notice the absence of the need to tell my dad to get me tampons and pads.

Angrily, I tore the pamphlet in to piece upon piece that flew like confetti around my room. But the words were still clear in bold in my mind.

'The Emergency contraceptive pill is NOT one hundred percent effective as it reduces the risk of pregnancy only seventy-five to eighty-nine percent.'