Summary: She's living in a world of sex, drugs, depression, self harm, and more just trying to get by. There's only one person who can save her from this life...and from herself. Can he? Loe.
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The world is nothing but a curse; well my world at least. Nothing good can happen to me without something bad happening right after. That's what I thought the second Blake Goodman showed up at my best friend's door. His bright blue eyes pierced mine with such electricity that I thought I may pass out on the spot. He smiles a dazzling smile at me.
"Hey Lilly, thought I might be able to find you here," he spoke to me with such a softness I never heard. It was downright eerie.
"Yeah. Can I help you?" I reply curtly, my tone bringing another smile to his face.
"Well Truscott, haven't seen you in a while. What's going on?" As soon as he asked I knew he already knew. He already knew about Joe. I felt my heart rate speed up and my scars burning, as they did when I felt any emotion.
"Nothing is going on Blake," I lied, surprised at how steady my voice was. Oh wait, I've been through this before.
Without another word, I was knocked to the floor by his heavy body, crushing me beneath him in the process. I tried to scream but I was lost for breath, I realized then the searing pain in my stomach.
"You fucking whore, what the fuck did I tell you about seeing other guys you slut? Huh!? WHAT THE FUCK DID I TELL YOU!?" He has rage in his eyes like I've never seen. For once in a long time, I am actually afraid of Blake Goodman.
"What the fuck are you talking about?" I manage to breathe out, my voice raspy under his body crushing mine.
He slaps me across the face; I know a bright red hand mark is forming. "Don't play fucking stupid, I know you're seeing that fucking pussy Joe. What the fuck did I tell you Truscott? You don't go fucking other guys while you're fucking me!" He then punches me in the jaw; broken. I let out just a little whimper of pain.
"I-I'm sorry Blake, please stop," I mentally kick myself for begging at Blake Goodman, but it seems like the only way.
"Fuck that you slut! Fuck you. You're fucking dead," he screamed into my face. Fuck, Miley wake up! Why does she have to be such a goddamn heavy sleeper?
"Please Blake, he's just my boyfriend, we haven't fucked," I managed to say, it was more like beg, but knowing it won't work with Blake.
"I don't fucking care if you fucked or not you fucking skank, you don't fucking go around being with fucking other guys when you're fucking Blake Goodman!" He screamed again, louder now, into my face and punches me again; black eye.
I feel the tears streaming down my face and I whisper, "I-I'm sorry." Unconsciousness is starting to plague me; I see black circles clouding all around my vision. I feel Blake throw another punch to my other eye; hear someone screaming, another person yelling, and the weight being lifted off my body. Then I blacked out; slipped into the nothingness that is my life.
XoXo
I woke up with the features of my face throbbing. The memories of what happened came flowing back like a flood of my mind; bringing the pain and hurt back with them. I winced but accepted the pain. It'll be the most pain I can get while in a hospital. I realize that is where I am. I sigh as a nurse makes her appearance into my room.
"Oh good, you're awake," something about the way she smiled made me feel that everything was alright, "I'm Anita Bowman and I'll be your nurse."
"What happened?" I whispered to her through the pain when I spoke. Of course I already knew what happened; I just wanted to hear it again.
I notice her face become less bright, as if she feels my pain, and she tells me the story, "Well all I've heard is that you were at your best friends house, who is worried sick about you by the way, and some boy came over and beat you to unconsciousness. Then your best friend found you just when another boy came over. The second boy pulled the first boy off of you and knocked him out. Then they brought you here."
So the screaming was Miley walking downstairs to find Blake Goodman on top of me, blood gushing down my face. The yelling was Joe's anger as he ripped Blake off of me and fucked him up. I felt a warm rush of…something run through my body. Then something hit me. Of all the promises I've been made by a guy, only one has been kept; Joe's to be my savior. I never really believed it completely, but if Joe could save me from Satan's Spawn, then maybe he could save me from myself. Then I realize I really am one-hundred percent in love with Joe.
Then I remember what the nurse said about Miley being worried sick. I smile a weak smile as I picture Miles driving the hospital staff insane. "Excuse me Nurse Bowman?" She turns to look at me, "Yes dear?" and gives me a big, warm smile. "I was wondering, is Miley here?" She rolled her eyes and said, "Oh yeah, she's here alright. She's been driving us all absolutely up the wall. You've got a true friend there." I let out a small laugh. "The other boy, Joe I think his name is, is here as well. I can send them in for you if you'd like." I nodded a little too quickly and immediately winced.
Nurse Bowman frowned at me and left the room to send Miley and Joe in. What seemed like a few seconds later Miley burst into the room and flung herself onto me for a big hug.
"Lilly! Oh my fucking God! I was SO worried, and this damn hospital staff is no help. They were all, 'I don't know when she's going to wake up miss. It's always unknown with coma patients' blah blah blah. Anyways how are you babe?!" She babbled on. I was smiling up until she said the word coma. Coma? I saw Joe come hurrying in and lift Miley off of me. I was still speechless.
"Cool it Miley, you're going to hurt her," Joe scolded my best friend. I barely saw her pout because my mind was wandering in five thousand different directions. Coma? How long? Why?
"Coma…?" I whispered out loud. The two stopped arguing and stared at me. "Yeah baby, he hit you pretty hard. Didn't the nurse tell you?" Joe asked me quietly. I carefully shook my head and swallowed back tears. That fucking asshole put me in a coma.
"How long?" I asked whoever was going to answer me. Miley did, "It wasn't that long, like maybe 6 days?" I saw her forehead crease in worry. "Six days?! Six fucking days?" I asked, my body aching with the raise in volume of my voice. They both took steps toward me.
"Don't worry Lils; he hit you on your head really really hard, multiple times too. I swear if I ever get my hands on that prick I'm going to ram into him with my car!" Miley said angrily. I know I've said it enough, but I love my best friend.
"Well we're definitely taking him to court, my dad's brother is one of the best lawyers in the state of California and we're going to get Blake Goodman's ass locked up," Joe announced to the room.
Once my mind got past the whole being in a coma for six days thing, new realization came over me; how the fuck am I going to survive. For the past almost two years I've been living off Blake Goodman's money, now how am I going to live, or keep my house, or do anything? I'll probably get forced into some foster care home once the hospital realizes I have no family when they don't come visit me. What if the hospital examined me and saw the cuts on my arms, or the cigarettes in my purse? I thank God I didn't have alcohol or and drug possession on me. The tears fell freely now.
"Lilly? What the matter?" Joe asked me as Miley sat next to me and wiped away my tears as they fell. I wonder if Miley knows the full story or not. Oh well, whether she does or doesn't, she's about to hear it now.
"How the fuck am I going to survive now? I have no way to get good money anymore. And when the hospital realizes that I have no family, seeing how they didn't come visit me, I'm probably going to be kicked to some foster family." I whispered as the tears fell harder.
"No good money? Lils what do you mean?" Miley asked me, heavy concern lining her voice and her eyes.
"I haven't been completely honest with you Miley…when my idiot father left me alone I had no money, no way to survive. I asked Blake to get me a good-paying job, and it ended up being his personal prostitute. I'm so sorry," I spilled that part of my secret to her and watched her face scrunch up in horror.
"OOH! THAT FUCKER! HIS FUCKING ASS IS GETTING BEAT EVEN MORE NOW! NOBODY, AND I REPEAT, NOBODY TAKES ADVANTAGE OF MY BEST FUCKING FRIEND!" Miley screamed at the top of her lungs. "Miley, shut up! Do you want us to get kicked out?!" Joe hissed at her angrily.
Miley took a few deep breaths. "Lilly," she asked me sadly, "Why didn't you tell me? My family could have helped you no problem." I shook my head, "I couldn't have ever asked your family to do that for me. You guys already did so much for me. Letting me stay the night almost everyday when my dad was still around, paying for my hospital bills when he beat me, giving me food, and everything else."
Tears were falling down my best friend's face now which sent a large amount of pain through my body. I absolutely hate seeing Miley hurt. "I'm so sorry Miley," I whisper as tears fall harder down both of our cheeks, and my scars burn with the itch I desperately need to scratch.
"No, it's not that Lilly, I just don't like the idea of my best friend being so lost, even more lost that I thought," she whispered back to me. We hugged each other for a long time before Joe spoke.
"Oh and Lilly baby, you're not going to be sent to any foster home. Your best friend took care of that already," he whispered and smiled at Miley. "What do you mean," I asked them confused.
"I knew the hospital would be suspicious of you not having a single family member visiting you, so my dad has been lying to them and telling them that he's your dad," Miley told me, I could tell she was proud of herself. I started sobbing now.
"See Miles, you do so much for me and I can't even repay you," I felt horrible. My body was aching so badly now with the sobs that I could barely handle it. Miley shook her head and whispered, "I know you'd do the same for me Lilly." We both knew that was the honest to God truth.
XoXo
Miley's dad showed up at the hospital about an hour later and signed the papers to get me discharged from the hospital and hour later from that.
"Thank you so much Robbie, I don't even know how I could ever repay you…" I said to my only father-figure I've ever had. "No need Lilly, honestly, you're like my own kid, I'd do anything for you," he responded and pulled me to his side for a hug.
"Hey Lils, how about you stay over for the rest of the week, the doctor said we'd need to keep an eye on you anyways," Miley suggested. I nodded my head, "Okay, thank you so much." They smiled at me in response.
Robbie allowed Joe to come over and stay as long as his parents allowed him to. Once Joe explained MOST of the situation, his parents gave him until whenever he needed. He wouldn't let me leave his side all night.
I held off on the cutting, it took everything in me but I did it. I knew that if I cut myself tonight that it'd be too deep to avoid the hospital, and I did not want to go back there. Plus, Joe and Miley's family were keeping me whole.
Two in the morning is about when I finally felt myself drifting into sleep. Two in the morning is about when I heard the knock on Miley's front door; a knock that would change my life forever.
Oh the suspense. I really should update faster.
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