Demi slid down the granite shower wall in hysterical sobs. Her chest heaved painfully as she tried to suck in breaths between her weeps. Her oxygen was becoming thick and musky from the steam filling the tight bathroom. Her once pale skin now turned a burning shade of red as the scorching water pelted off of it.

She curled into the fetal position, hugging her knees to her swollen chest. She closed her eyes painfully tight, earning an agitating migraine, but she didn't care. She wanted to die right then and there.

How could someone be so miserable and want to die, wished for it even. To kill themselves at the most. Demi had felt this way for the past 2 weeks, ever since the first time Jesse raped her. He killed her soul and left her body alive.

After that horrific night, Demi felt numb. Numb with life, her life. And every time it happened she would ease away from fighting. She let him do it now. She let him steal from her and use her body as his own sexual gratification.

He claimed her as his. She was now his own personal sex slave. He made sure she was always by his side and watched her every move. If Jesse felt she did anything wrong he would crudely yell in her face. He spat the ugliest words at her and then raped her, not caring how she felt as long as he was relieved. And every time he won. She couldn't stop him, she was weak.

Demi had no one there for her at this point. No one new about what she was doing or going through. Miley was the only one who knew about the drugs but ever since she found out about Mr. Carter's Cancer, she had been putting all of her focus on him but if she wasn't at the hospital she was with Nick or Nick was at the hospital with her. As for Katy, they weren't friends, they had never been friends to begin with.

She was alone. Completely alone.

Right now she ached for Miley. Her best friend, or as of now her former best friend. Demi knew she was the reason that they drifted apart. It was all of her fault and that made her feel even worse. She pushed the only person that ever understood her away.

There was no turning back at this point. What was she to do with herself? She now belonged to Jesse. He was her life now, along with the drugs and work. But work made her feel even worse. She used to feel sexy when she worked the poles and danced for the guys but now how could she when she had welts and bruises from Jesse's violent acts. How could she feel beautiful knowing she didn't have control over her own body, her most private areas that only a man who earns that right should get the chance to see and touch.

How could she feel anything?

The drugs weren't helping her anymore but she still digested them. More of them. It helped her faze out the raping and beatings but when the side affects washed away a tidal wave of pain splashed onto her.

All she wanted was her family back. She wanted her best friend back. If only she hadn't been so immature and stupid to think that Miley was taking her place, none of this would have ever happened. She didn't blame Miley anymore, she couldn't even believe she put her at fault in the first place. She messed up and didn't know how to fix it.

She didn't know how to get unaddicted.

"Honey, you can't take over the business," Mr. Carter said weakly.

"Yes I can," Miley defended for the hundredth time that day, "I am going to help you in every possible way that I can. We both know you can't work under these conditions and I won't let you. I am running Ecstasy until you get better. "

Mr. Carter sighed sadly. He knew he wasn't getting better and he knew deep down Miley knew but didn't want to come to the realization, "Miley…"

"No," she shook her head, staring at him determining, "That's the plan and I don't want to hear anything else about it. I have made arrangements with the inspectors since you have to get the whole place checked out when a new manger comes in. They are coming tomorrow. I emailed everyone a notice and I am checking the place thoroughly every night. I know what I am doing and I know you are going to get better," she trailed off at the end, "You have to," she whispered.

He has to get better, Miley thought to herself, he just has to.

An hour later Mr. Carter had fallen asleep. Miley sat in a chair, pulled right up against the hospital bed. She held his hand all night as they talked then watched a football game that was playing on the fuzzy screen of the small T.V. that hung on the wall.

Sometime into the game she felt his hand loosen it's grip and his breathing slowed. She watched as he slept. The sound of his breaths worried her and gave her the urge to wake him up. He took in slow breaths that he seemed to struggle with.

Looking down at his gray, wrinkled hand that she held onto dear life for, her thoughts invaded her mind. She suddenly started to think of her whole life. What if Mr. Carter didn't beat this horrid disease? How could she go on with her life? He was her savior, her hero.

What concerned her most was the future. He would never get to see her grow into the woman she wanted to be. She wanted to find her true love and have a family. She wanted Mr. Carter to see her children, have a chance to hold and play with them. She wanted him to see her with her family, her life, her way.

She painfully feared that he wouldn't get the chance to.

Miley sniffled as a silent tear rolled down her tired face and landed on his worn hand. She took her index finger and slowly rubbed the water mark around in a circle until it disappeared. Subconsciously hoping to keep them together no matter what.

A few moments later, Miley left the hospital when Nick came to pick her up.

As she stepped into the passenger seat of the black Harley-Davidson truck, she felt a small tap on her shoulder. She turned her head to the left and giggled when she saw Jonah leaning over her shoulder smiling.

"I made this for Mr. Carter," Jonah beamed proudly, handing Miley the "get well" card.

Miley held the pointed edges as she admired the gift. The front cover was marked with the words "Get Well Soon" which made her heart squeeze. She quickly moved her eyes away from the words and opened the flaps of the card. She giggled at the little drawings then turned her head and kissed Jonah's cheek, "it's awesome. I will give it to him tomorrow, I'm sure he is going to love it," she smiled thankfully at the thought.

Jonah grinned from ear to ear, extremely proud of himself.

As the drive started, Miley leaned her head against the window. She gazed up at the sky knowing someday she would do this to remember Mr. Carter. He would be up their soon.

Suddenly her thoughts drifter away from Mr. Carter and onto Demi. She missed her best friend and wanted so badly for things to be back to normal. She wanted to cry on Demi's shoulder. Of course she was very grateful to have Nick by her side but a best girl friend was different.

She scolded herself for not being there for Demi when she promised herself she would. How could she forget her drug problem. Something that important was not supposed to be forgotten. How could she do that to her best friend? Things could have gotten worse in the past 2 weeks and she had a gut wrenching feeling that it had.

Mindlessly, she felt a small tear trickle down her cheek and drop onto her jeans. Then Nick's hand reached over for hers and intertwined their fingers. He brought her hand up to his lips and kissed the smooth skin on the back of her hand softly. He smiled warm and reassuringly at her, earning one in return.

Miley turned back to the window with a soft smile. She was so lucky to have Nick in her life and she honestly doubted that she would be able to get through this hard time without him.

Later that night, Miley was sitting up in Nick's bed studding all of Ecstasy's required papers. She had her hair pulled up into a messy buns with a few strands falling out of the hair tie. She covered her body with one of Nick's white V-Necks and pair of black booty shorts.

Nick watched her intently as she rattled through the many black and white pages that were scattered on the black bed sheets. He was leaned back against the head board comfortably unlike Miley who sat with her legs crossed, focusing on business. Instinctively, he licked his lips as watched her chew on the end of her black reading glasses, that she swore up and down made her look smart when she didn't really need them at all.

Miley caught Nick's gaze from the corner of her eye and giggled.

This sent a smirk across his face and a chuckle escaping his lips, "What's so funny?"

Miley just shook her head then looked over her shoulder, she smiled innocently at him, "Nothing," then turned back to her work.

Nick smirked to himself, then scooted over to her so he was sitting to her side. He bent his head and kissed the back of her ear, "You have no idea how badly you are turning me on right now," he whispered huskily. He softly grabbed her elbow and placed her palm on top of his bulging erection.

Miley giggled, and raised her eyebrows at him, "I have no make up on and my hair is a crazy mess, but yet you are telling me that I turn you on?"

Nick nodded and lead his warm kisses down to the exposed skin on the back of her neck, "Beautiful," he mumbled.

Nick pulled away then took his index finger, put it under her chin and pulled her irrisitable lips toward his. Opened mouthed, wet kisses captured them both. Simply sweet and gentle. Nick laced his arms under her thighs and sprawled her legs over his as Miley wrapped her arms around he is neck.

He yanked the hem of her shirt up, exposing her navel. Miley softly pushed at his chest causing a sharp breath from Nick.

"We can't, now," Miley whispered, "I have to go over-"

Nick smashed his lips urgently onto hers. Miley moaned but quickly kissed back with the same amount of fiery passion. She skimmed her hands over his bare less chest and shoulders, thriving from the heat that radiated through her palms.

"Just forget about everything tonight," he mumbled against her lips. Nick reached his hand behind her and shoved the papers off of the bed and watched them fly up into the air before scattering to the floor. Then he laid Miley where the papers previously were.

He attacked her neck with hot open mouthed kisses while he rubbed his palms over her clothed nipples, and she shuddered under him. Nick lowered his head to the exposed skin where her shirt ridded up. As his mouth and tongue moved upward, so did the shirt. Once he was between her breasts he stripped her from his over sized T- Shirt.

"No bra," he muttered, between the crease of her breasts, "I like it."

Miley moaned then lifted her feet to the waist band of his plaid boxers. She stuck her toes in the hem and slid them down as far as she could before Nick kicked them off.

Soon, the last piece of clothing was removed. Miley arched against him as he dove deep inside her. Her nails scraped at his back as she bit her lip and moaned in pure pleasure. Her head twisted from side to side, exploding into a mixture of love and passion.

He found the exact spot she needed to set her off. He stoked a few more times before a blinding orgasm took over all of her senses and left her numb, soon followed by Nick.

Miley still trembled moments later, as Nick placed soft, lingering kisses all over her glistening body. He moved up against her on the bed. He admired her as she drew in deep breaths, with her eyes closed. He leaned over and softly placed his mouth on hers, sending love all through her nerves. He pulled away slightly and started stroking her hair as she cuddled into him.

He let out a long slow breath and closed his eyes. Both of them falling into a satisfied slumber.

"Did you get the email about the inspection?" Katy said, taking a seat next to Demi, fluffing her hair and smacking her lips to make sure her lip gloss was still smooth.

Demi glanced over, "No. I haven't been on the internet lately," she mumbled. She hadn't been doing anything.

"Well, they are supposed to be coming today. So if you brought any of our stuff to work I suggest you hide it," Katy stood, "I have a costume fitting now so see you later," she strutted off.

Demi did have a few bags of crack in her purse. If they find it in my purse then I will definitely be in trouble, she thought. She glanced around then grabbed her purse off the floor and headed into on of the dressing rooms. She cracked the door to find no body there. Once inside she locked the door behind her then scanned the room.

Spotting a purpled couch with sequin pillows on top, she walked over. Demi lifted the cushion and stuffed the baggies quickly into the crack.

She jumped at a sudden knock on the door, "Demi are you in there? You need to come to costume fitting," One of the others girls said.

"Coming!" Demi yelled, then quickly exited the room.

A/N: REVIEW PLEASE :D! Thank you to every one who reviewed the last chapter, this is my present to you guys :D A big thank you to the reviewers who gave me some things to work one. I tried really hard to improve this chapter, so I hope everyone likes it :D

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