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Well, I'm trying to post as often as I can but you know the deal... school & such. I stay after a lot, do swimming, church choir, religion practice, band, school choir, chores, then I'm also in five clubs, so yeah, i can definitely get pretty busy, but i'll try to update as much as I can! At LEAST once a week I'm hoping for all three of my stories..
Mrs. Gray smiled at Miley who was entering her house with her father before exiting, giving her a quick kiss on the forehead. Miley turned to her Dad who smiled.
"I am so dead after tonight," she whispered. Her dad smiled, winking at her before pushing her on.
"Miley!" Nick smiled, running to give her a hug.
"Nicky!" she laughed.
"How are you?" he asked, pulling them away from their fathers.
"Good," she smiled. "You?"
"I'm great."
Meanwhile Denise was just arriving at Miley's house, ringing the doorbell.
"Denise," Tish smiled warmly, giving her a hug. "How are you? Come on in, dinner's almost finished."
The woman walked in, following Tish to the kitchen. "Smells good."
"Chili," she smiled warmly. It was Caitlin's favorite meal but she knew that she would rather have Miley here to cook it. She loved her Mom's cooking. "Brandi, go get Caitlin and Noah for me."
"Caitlin! Noah! Dinner!" she yelled up the stairs, smiling at her mom who gave her a stern look.
"I could have done that, Brandi."
"Sorry, Mommy," she bashed her eyelashes.
"What's for dinner?" Noah and Caitlin ran down the stairs together.
"Chili," Tish smiled.
"Hi Mrs. Gray," Noah smiled warmly at her, knowing that she was Frankie's mom.
Caitlin looked up at her, smiling brightly, waving and walking over to sit on her lap. "Hi, I'm Caitlin."
"Hi, Caitlin. I'm Denise. How old are you?"
"I'm three," she smiled, proud before going back over to her seat next to Brandi. She stood on the chair to reach Brandi's ear. "She seems nice," she whispered in her ear.
Brandi nodded, "Sit down, Sweetie." Caitlin obeyed, starting to eat the small bowl of chili that was placed in front of her. Once done she ran over to Tish.
"Thank you," she smiled up at her. If there was one thing that she picked up from her mom it was manners. "it was really good!"
"You're welcome," Tish ruffled her hair. "Why don't you go watch some TV?" With that she was gone, running to the family room.
"She's cute," Mrs. Jonas smiled, trying to break the silence.
"Yeah. She is," Brandi agreed. "She's too good though. She makes me look bad," Brandi pouted.
"You are bad," Noah smirked at her comeback. She was quick for an eight year old.
"Excuse me but, wow... Don't take this in the wrong direction - who does she belong to?"
"Noah, why don't you go upstairs?" Brandi suggested. Noah shrugged, not really caring where to go.
"Brandi, why don't you go too?" her Mom asked.
Brandi laughed. "Believe me, I've been waiting to see this all week." Her mom glared at her, making her quickly scurry off.
"She's Miley's," Tish sighed, resting her head in her hands.
"Nick's Miley's? Your daughter Miley?"
"Yes, Miley."
"How?"
You see, to me this was an obvious question but apparently some people can't believe it. They think a baby is magically born. To me, the rational answer is sex.
"I really don't feel comfortable talking about this. Maybe you should ask her."
"Will she be offended? Will she talk about it?" Mrs. Gray asked.
"No, she's fine with it. She loves Caitlin and she's comfortable with what she did. Just, she isn't going to open up about it, you'll have to ask. It's a sore subject."
Mrs. Gray nodded. It's amazing how much things can change in just five minutes.
Miley sat flipping the channels in the Gray household at two in the morning. The three brother who were supposed to be entertaining her had fallen asleep an hour ago leaving her awake to fend for herself. She stared at Nick, watching his chest rise and fall in beat. The TV images continued to flash before her eyes until she finally gave up, grabbing Joe's Macbook off the table beside her she opened it, turning it on. Nothing good was on at two in the morning, anyways. She would know. She was never able to get to sleep. She heard a creak of the floorboards, making her look up just in time to see Mrs. Gray appeared in the doorway. She gave the comforting smile that always calmed Miley's nerves. Miley smiled brightly, waving at her. It reminded Mrs. Gray so much of what her daughter had looked like hours before. She gestured for her to come over. She led her to the kitchen table sitting next to her.
"Let's talk, Miley," Denise invited.
"About what?" Miley smiled politely, already knowing exactly what the matter was, she had been over analyzing it for the last past week.
She silently sighed. "About a little girl by the name of Caitlin."
Miley quickly made the decision to play dumb. "I love that name. Who's she, your niece?"
Mrs. Gray let out a quiet laugh, forming her lips in a fine smirk. "No, you're daughter."
"Oh," Miley dragged the word out. "that Caitlin!" she sighed. "Are you mad."
The mom shook her head. "No, I'm disappointed." she studied the girl. "How?"
"Sex," Miley scoffed as if it was obvious.
"Miley, I know you better than that. You have a strong faith, a good relationship with God. You wouldn't do that. How did you have sex? Did you change when you moved that much, are you living, pretending to be someone you aren't?"
Miley looked down, quickly wiping the stray tear that was threatening to fall. She twirled her promise ring from Nick on her finger. "I'm the same girl I was back in Tennessee. I'm not ready to talk about it."
"Miley if there's not a good reason-"
"There is Mrs. Gray. I promise," the mother rose her eyebrows waiting. There was no way out. "I was raped at my thirteenth birthday party. We were sharing it with my Aunt since her birthday was around the same time. It was at a nice hotel, beautiful decorations, good food. The only problem was since it was a hotel they had alcohol there because my Aunt's friends were old enough. I knew better than to get a drink but apparently not everyone did as my boyfriend got drunk, and he kept... hitting me. Finally it hurt and I couldn't fight it so I gave in. I'm so sorry, Mrs. Gray. I understand if you hate me, if you can never forgive me - I understand." she sat, tears streaming down her cheeks not strong enough to look up.
There was a gasp from the mother. She was shocked. "What? Miley, I never want you to be sorry for that ever ever again. It's not your fault. He made the decision of getting drunk, and of being abusive. You didn't want this, and I respect you for keeping her. I could never, ever hate you for that reason," she told her anger seething through her gritted teeth. She was just so appalled. She felt sorry for the girl but she got upset when she heard those last words. Not at Miley, nor herself, but at the boy for making her feel like that.
"I'm sorry," she sighed. "It's just, I don't want to lose anyone else. I love Caitlin, but I love Nick, too. And Joe and Kevin. It's like I'm being torn in two worlds that I need to keep separated because I'm afraid that if I don't one of them with disappear. And no offense, Mrs. Gray, but it would Nick's world."
"You're wise. I know you'll make the right decision in time, Miles."
Miley softly let out a huff. "I don't always think so. I've made a lot of pretty stupid mistakes."
"That's what makes you so wise. You learn from them." Miley sighed, looking up and giving a grin. "But, Hunny, are you planning on telling Nick?"
"Yeah, of course!" Miley jumped. She had to. "Eventually."
"He'll understand, Miles."
"You'd be surprised at how many people say that for themselves, or about someone else, then never come through," she let out a breath before continuing in a quiet manner. She knew that the woman wouldn't agree with this next choice, but Miley believed it was what was best for her, best for her family. "But, Mrs. Gray. When I tell him, I'm not telling him right off the bat I was raped."
"Miley-"
"Please. This is my choice, and I need to think of what's best for not just me, but my daughter. I need to know after, that he isn't only sticking with me out of sympathy. I'm done with the sympathy."
"Okay," she was defeated. "She's your daughter."
ta-da [; and that was my idea of pathetic drama.
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