Chapter eleven

"Wh-what?" She looked up at him, "are you... Serious?" She asked disappointed. Not because she liked being his sex buddy, but at least when she was she was something to him.

"Deadly." he said and closed his eyes again feeling a little better, maybe he didn't tell her in the nicest way ever but he wasn't in a right state of mind anyway, but he also knew what he was saying and what his words meant.

She looked down, feeling more used then ever. So it was just about sex. He screwed her a few times and now he got bored and it was over. She turned to the window and let some tears run down her cheeks, until he woke up.

"Miley?" he said holding his head feeling the headache, he opened his eyes when he found no response and he also didn't find her anywhere around.

She was in the bathroom struggling with the wheelchair once again.

He stood up and walked towards the bathroom seeing her there, "Need help?" he smiled.

She shook her head, "I'm fine." She said even though she was obviously struggling.

"Come on," he said moving over to help her.

She looked down, "why are you still here?" She asked directly, "you ended our ... Thing. So why are you still here?"

He didn't get her at first, but he remembered the last few sentences before he fell asleep and knew what she meant as he frowned. "You don't want me here anymore?"

"You never wanted to be here in the first place so... Now that we're not sleeping together, I wouldn't see why you'd want to be here..."

"So? If we're not sleeping together I don't have to be here?"

She shrugged, "isn't that how your mind work? You've been a jerk to me all the time except when we were sleeping together..."

He felt guilty at hearing those words as he looked down, he still had some of the drugs effect upon his brain, "Right..." he nodded, "So, I need to go then."

"The guy who sold you those drugs. He's the one who shot me..." She repeated hoping that now that he's sober he would care.

"What? Who are you talking about?" he turned back looking at her frowning.

"Drake... Whatever his name is." Tears rolled down her cheek as she looked down, "I know you never believed my story but... It was him."

"You... you met Drake? How and when?"

"I went after you. I wanted to talk to you so I went after you. I thought it was your brother's house but it wasn't... And this afternoon when you went to buy your drugs..."

"Are you crazy? Does it look like a place my brother would choose for living? Doesn't it look dangerous and scary to you? let alone the fact that you know I'm doing drugs, didn't it ever cross your mind, Miley?"

She shook her head and a sob came out of her mouth, "I-I didn't think about it... I-I just... I-I don't know..." She sobbed.

He groaned and walked over to her putting his hand on her shoulder, "It's okay, Miley, it's not like he'll remember you, believe me, Drake doesn't even remember what he ate for breakfast, that's what drugs do to him, Miley, he will not hurt you again."

"That's not the point! He made me like this! I did nothing wrong and he made me like this! fucking numb!" She hit her legs as hard as she could while crying, "I did nothing! And now because of him, I don't have anything! You were the first person I slept with and probably the last. Because who wants to sleep with a girl who can barely move?! You should know you got bored after two weeks!"

"Bored? Miley, what the hell are you talking about?" he shook his head, "Listen, Miley, you're perfect okay? Wheelchair or not you're beautiful in every way." he said nervously; he didn't want to have this conversation, he knew if he talked more about it, he'd end up taking back his decision once again, and he didn't want that; he had enough problems right now to add another which is feeling horrible of using and hurting her.

"Then why did you stop?" She looked up at him with tears rolling down her big blue eyes, "I gave you what you wanted... We said this deal... Why do you want to stop?"

"Because..." he didn't know what to say, "Can't we be just friends, without benefits?" he said, "I'm sure you'll like it better that way, I mean, you're not a slut to prefer it the other way around." he rambled.

She raised her eyebrows, "you... You want to be friends? With me?"

"We are friends." he stated out the obvious.

"Why do you do drugs? I mean, we're friends so I can ask you that, right?" She looked up in his eyes and didn't leave his gaze.

"I thought we were over that!"

She sighed and rolled back to her bedroom who was attached to her room, "can you help me?"

She took her pajama out and looked at him. She didn't know what got into her but she wanted to tease him. She wanted to tease him until he wanted her. She needed to feel wanted.

"Uh, sure," he said as he began helping her undress trying his hardest not to look so not to lose it.

"Oh actually, it's kind of hot," she bit her bottom lip, "so could you hand me that one instead?" She pointed to a sexy pair of girl boxer's.

He didn't respond as he got them out for her and helped her once again wearing them.

She smiled, "thank you. Hey, I got some pictures from the last shoot I did... They're a bit old but do you want to see?"

"Yeah, sure." he said uneasily.

She smiled and took an envelope out. She showed him the pictures of her last shoot. They were pretty sexy and she looked fierce.

"You're... good." he commented not wanting to say anything else.

"Good?" She laughed and bit her lip, "what? Are we playing Nintendo here?"

"Shut it... I mean, you're beautiful." He said looking at the pictures in his hand with Miley posing for the camera in different positions.

She smiled, "thanks." She looked down realizing that flirting won't change anything. He didn't wanted her anymore. "So um, are you going to stop buying drugs from that guy...?" She looked up at him.

He sighed and looked away not replying... he didn't know what to say; of course he was mad at Drake for this, but also, Drake was his only source.

She sighed and looked down, "I'll take that as a no..."

He snapped his head towards her and sighed, "No, I... well, I'll stop dealing with him." he scratched the back of his head, he didn't know why he said that when he knew he couldn't just stop because not dealing with Drake means not having drugs at all, Drake was that powerful, but what Miley doesn't know, wouldn't hurt her, right?

She smiled lightly, believing his words, "thank you. That means a lot."

He smiled back at her and gazed into her eyes he felt himself leaning forward but then he cleared his throat and looked anywhere else, "So, um, what time is it...?"

She looked at the clock awkwardly, "8:45. Why?" She looked back at him.

"shit! Do you know where my cell is?" he asked searching his pockets.

"Um, I think it's on my bed? Why? What's going on?" She asked worried

"Kevin is going to kill me." he said taking his way to her bed and spotting his phone, "See? 12 missed calls and 4 messages." he told her as he saw the screen blaring his brother's name again and he answered.

"Why? I thought your brother was cool. It's only 8."

"Hey, Kev... at Miley's... yeah, sorry... chill, bro... fine, fine, I'll be there in five."

"You're leaving?" Miley looked up at him.

"I have to... Kevin is screaming, it sounds like there's a problem, he mentioned dad and I don't know. I thought he'd only be mad cause I hadn't return home after school!" he frowned talking to himself more than to her.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I hope everything turns out to be okay." She gave him a smile.

He gave her a quick side smile and left quickly taking a cap to his brother's... when he was there, he saw his father's car outside the house and he knew that he had not only put himself in trouble, but also both his brothers.

As soon as he walked in, he saw Kevin and his father sitting in the living room. His father stood up, "well, well. Look who finally decided to show up!" He glared at his own son.

Nick looked at his eldest brother apologetically to see Kevin giving him a reassuring smile, while Joe was looking at the ground and his mother was smirking with her hands crossed over her chest and Danielle was just watching in fear, "Yes, dad?"

"Pack your things, you're coming home." He didn't even wanted to talk. Like usual, he gave the orders and everyone else had to follow them.

"No!" Nick said confidently even though his heart skipped a beat after saying it, but still he did, and as a result he heard his mother gasp.

"Nicholas! Your father said you're coming home so you're coming home!" His mother said firmly.

"And I said no, mom. I'm not going back to your stupid house. I can't even call it home."

"Well, either you like it or not, it is your home and you are coming back."

"Why? Why do you want me back? To screw my life even more?" He screamed at them as he saw his father glare at him and get closer to him, Nick backed away... it definitely seemed like he's going to hit him...

His father grabbed nick's arm tightly, "you don't talk to me like that. You can move out when you're 18 but now you're living with us and you don't have any word to say. Understood?" He asked and tighten his grip even more.

Nick stared at the fire flaming in his father's eyes for a while, he didn't respond for a moment before shaking his head slightly, "I can't," he shrugged his arm away from his grip, "I can't live with you, I can live here with Kevin or even alone, but I can't live with you."

"Well that's not in the options." He was getting really mad. All his frustration ran to his head and his hand suddenly flew in the air and hit Nick.

For a moment, Nick thought that his right cheek has lost sensation, but then the pain came as it burned with anger and self-pity, he looked at his father with horror and he saw both is brothers rush to his side but it all seemed dull to him, he shook his head concentrating on only one thing which is getting away, which he did... he found himself running in the street with voices behind him, but it seemed like he couldn't recognize them.

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