Well I thought it wasn't really fair leaving you hanging like I did on the last chapter so I've tried my hardest to update quickly.

Here are your answers!

Disclaimer: I own nothing so ha you can't sue!!! I do own the plot and the character of Blaire so not really nothing but o well. Don't own Lyndon cz he is an actual person that I just used as a character cz he asked lol. Never mind. Not that I would want to own Lyndon. Ewwwwwwwwwwwww.

Lyndon rang his parents as soon as he realised he couldn't help Lilly. After explaining the situation to them his mobile started to ring. He checked the caller ID and answered Jackson's call. After a rushed conversation which mainly consisted of Jackson asking questions he couldn't answer. Not because he didn't know the answer but because he wasn't allowed to give the answers Jackson wanted. He gathered that something was wrong with Miley and again put two and two together in his mind but at least this time he was meant to get four. He didn't wait for Jackson to finish. Miley loved Lilly and was here when it happened. She deserved answers.

He couldn't leave Lilly alone in the state that she was. Their parents were away on business but were making their way home now. They had to get to flight from Florida and then the flight lasted about four hours so they were at least a day away. He frantically racked his brain to find a solution. Grandparents. No they would want an explanation. Besides they're not even my grandparents. Nah it's gotta be the neighbors. They won't ask, they'll just sit and watch the TV.

With his mind made up he sorted everything out, checked his sister was ok (well as ok as anyone could be in her state), took a deep breath and started his walk to Miley's house.

He ran through everything he was going to say in his head or at least started too. Then he realized that when dealing with a highly emotional woman, you could plan and plan and they would still surprise you somehow. So he just walked up to the house and, finding the front door unlocked, made his way up stairs to where he thought Mileys room was. He didn't know exactly where her room was situated but he guessed it was the one that had a red faced Mr Stewart and Jackson outside.

Miley heard another muffled voice talk to the muffled voices that belonged to her brother and father. She didn't know who it was but a small part of her couldn't help but have a faint spark of interest as to who the speaker was. Then the voice grew from being muffled until Miley was able to hear it almost perfectly.

"Miley," came the British accent. "Miley I need to talk to you."

She only knew one person with a British accent. Lyndon. Lilly's brother. He could have answers.

The door to Miley's room opened and a lean hand with raw knuckles reached out, grabbing Lyndon and drawing him back into the room with it. Then the door locked again, cutting Robbie Ray and Jackson off from the most important girl in their lives.

Before Lyndon knew what was happening he was inside the room and had been shoved up against a wall. He stared at the owner of the hand that grasped his neck firmly. Miley's eyes were filled with anger. Anger that he thought the young girl couldn't possibly possess. He wondered how this scrawny looking 5 ft 6 girl could push him against a wall so hard he couldn't move. He was taller than her at 6 ft and a reasonable amount of strength so how was this happening? Then he looked deeper into Miley's eyes and saw something that scared him. The anger had gone but in its place was the rage that Miley had experienced only once before. It had turned her face ferocious were it was usually gentle and had changed her eyes into those that only belonged to the world weary, those who had gone through great pain.

"Tell me everything now British man," she hissed at him in her changed voice.

She watched as this 6 ft British man with the black hair and pale complexion virtually shudder at her. She could read the puzzled look that played faintly on his face. He started to stutter and stumble over his words so she hit him against the wall again hard. Without knowing it, she tightened her grip around his neck.

The look of puzzlement on Lyndon's face turned to one of fear as his air was cut off. The look of intense fear that was in his eyes shocked Miley to the core. When she saw the panic in his eyes the rage drained itself from her. It didn't leave her empty like it had done before; it left behind an emotion that Miley had never felt so strongly before. Guilt. Lyndon didn't have to come here. He was only here out of the kindness of his heart and thoughts. He was here to provide answers that she didn't really deserve.

As wave after wave of guilt washed over her, she let go of Lyndon's neck, staring in horror at her hand, perplexed at the thought of what it could have done.

As soon as Miley let him go, Lyndon let his hand fly to his neck. As he stood there, rubbing his neck (he didn't know what it would achieve but it seemed the right thing to do), he saw the room for the first time. He took in all the wreckage and noticed the hole in the wall beside him. He again was puzzled and wondered what had happened. But he forced himself to focus on the task at hand. He looked at Miley and saw her knuckles as if for the first time. He then realized that Miley had happened to the room. He wasn't really comfortable with the human contact thing especially as this was his step sister's girlfriend and didn't want to give out the wrong impression. He made his way to what he guessed was the adjoining bathroom, leaving Miley alone for a minute.

Miley was confused. How could she nearly do something like that? Had she lost her mind? She didn't know she just wanted the answers that no one seemed to have. She sat on her bed and let her tears flow.

When Lyndon returned to the room having found gauze and anti bacterial wound wash, he found Miley crying on her bed. He went over to her and knelt in front of her. Soundlessly, he started to clean her hand which was cut up from where she had punched through the plaster of her wall. He wiped her hand and she winced at the stinging sensation. Then he continued wordlessly to bandaging up her hand and wiping away the remaining blood.

"Thank you," she whispered through her tears. He looked up into her eyes and she saw the awkwardness in them. Because if that she pulled her hand away as soon as he was done, not wishing to increase his discomfort. It wasn't that Lyndon didn't like human contact; its just that he could only stand it from people he was really close to. In other words, he was a 'normal' teenage boy.

She managed a smile and he managed a half hearted one back. He then moved to sit next to Miley on her bed. He took a deep breath, preparing himself to reveal a secret that he wasn't sure was his to reveal.

"Blaire was Lilly's sister."

At the silent reply from Miley he continued:

"She was older than Lilly by about five years. I… I didn't know her. She died when she was 8."

At this bombshell, things started falling into place in Miley's mind.

Unsure of whether he should continue or not, he looked at Miley for some hint as to how she was feeling. When he found nothing he decided that he might as well continue and let this secret out.

"She… she drowned. She drowned saving Lilly."

Miley turned her head to look directly at Lyndon. He found that he couldn't hold her gaze so he turned his head, knowing that now there was no gong back, he had to tell her everything. So he did.

"There was a boat ride. Lilly fell overboard and Blaire went in to save her. She got Lilly to shore but she had too much water in her lungs or something, I'm not sure. But anyway she died and Lilly watched it happen."

He got up to leave but was stopped when a quiet but strong voice told him to wait.

"If she was 8 that would have made Lilly… 3?"

"Yes."

And with that she let him leave as she put the pieces together in her head.

Lilly watched her sister die. When she was 3. How come she never mentioned it before? But Miley knew the answer to that. She knew what a powerful thing the human mind was. She knew it could change or bury memories and that you never really forgot anything. If a memory was buried then a simple mental trigger was all that was needed to bring that memory back to the surface. Which raised another question in her mind.

Did I do this to Lilly?

Oooo. I know kinda sucky cliff hanger but hey I needed something. And if she did cause it what does this mean for Lilly and Miley's relationship? Will Robbie Ray and Jackson be able to help their daughter/sister? What will happen to Lilly? Will Lyndon ever get the haircut he so desperately needs? Find out soon. Well hopefully.

And remember; flameschildish name calling.