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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As soon as I opened the door I instantly regretted it; I instantly felt sick to my stomach. My heart froze in mid-beat and I started violently shaking; hyperventilation not far behind. I let out a low scream, however loud enough for the rest of the room to hear me, and tried with all my strength not to drop to my knees and give in to the blackness clouding my eyes.

My estranged father was on my best friend's door step.

In an instant Joe and Miley were by my side, Miley yelling for her father to get in here. I was only vaguely aware of what exactly was going on; my mind was too busy being flooded with old, painful memories. Oh God how they hurt like hell. Joe, who had no idea who the man before him was, was holding me steady and trying his hardest to calm me down. Robbie finally came running into the room by my side, he saw the scene in front of him, and his face turned hard and icy; just like his daughters.

"What the hell do you want?" Robbie asked through clenched teeth. I noticed Miley instinctively move a little in front of me, "Joe get Lilly over to the couch please," she commanded my very confused boyfriend. He obeyed and before I knew it I was lying on the couch, breathing hard and uncontrollably.

"I'm here to see my daughter," he replied smoothly. I felt as if I was about to throw up. I could basically hear the smile on his face through his voice. The thought of his piercing blue eyes that are so much like mine, but hold something so much different inside them, and his smile actually made me throw up. Fuck.

"I think we both know the answer to that, John. I think you'd better leave," Robbie demanded of the man who ruined my life. I knew immediately that would never work, not with my father.

"Listen, Robbie (he said his name with such venom), she's my fucking daughter so how bout you have pretty boy bring her back here or I will welcome myself in," he demanded of my second father. "No, and you're definitely not coming in," Robbie answered back. I heard the deep, cold laugh that had taken so long to store in the back of my mind.

"Go somewhere bitch, this is between me and your daddy now," my father spit at my best friend. I knew Miley wouldn't have moved an inch, but Robbie pushed her back and she unwillingly joined me on the couch, squeezing my hand and whispering how it was okay.

"Don't you dare talk to my daughter like that," Robbie said so low that I barely heard him. "Watch me big guy," daddy dearest replied. "I'm about to do something I should've done a long time ago when you fucked up that little girls life Truscott," Robbie threatened, I heard him take a step forward. "Bring it the fuck on Stewart," my father challenged straight back.

Robbie never knew my father like me. I couldn't let them fight, my father wasn't afraid to do something drastic like kill him. I couldn't lose Robbie, and I couldn't let my best friend lose her father more importantly. It took as much strength as I had in my body, but I stood up and spoke.

"STOP IT! Don't you fucking touch him dad," I managed to choke out although the words still quivered due to my violent shaking. "Hey Lillypad, my have you…grown," his lips said while his eyes roamed my body. Much to my dissatisfaction, I shuddered; badly.

"Lilly lay back down, my dad has this under control," Miley said gently, but firmly, as she lightly tugged on my arm. As much as I wanted to listen to my best friend right then, I knew I couldn't. This could be a matter of life or death for one of the only men in my life who had ever mattered.

I took a step forward, concentrating on keeping my balance. "I'm here dad, I'm fucking here. Now what the fuck do you want?" I said, the confidence in the words surprising myself. He smiled the wicked smile. "Can't a father ever visit his BEATIFUL daughter?" He asked. I heard the seduction in his voice, especially accented on the word beautiful. Another shudder ripped through my body. "Not you. What do you really fucking want?" I demanded of him again.

"Well honestly, my cock has been twitching for you. I've fucked a TON of women since I ditched your pathetic ass, but none of them felt quite like you did writhing under me," He said the words as if they were nothing; as if no one else was in the room but himself. I dropped to one knee, and clutched the couch for support. "You're fucking twisted and fucking sick!" Miley screamed as loud as she could in disgust at my lovely father as she rushed to my side, helping me up. I remembered Joe was in the room, and that was what started the tears; my boyfriend had to hear this. I looked at his face; confusion, lividness, fear, sadness….

Robbie's booming voice interrupted my thoughts, "GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY HOUSE JOHN TRUSCOTT, NEVER COME BACK, AND STAY THE FUCK AWAY FROM MY DAUGHTERS!" The tears came harder as I heard what Robbie said; he truly thought of me as his own. "Hey man, I fucked the girl and made this waste of space, she's definitely got MY half of the chromosomes not your dirty hillbilly trash's," he replied cooly. That did it for Robbie.

It happened in the blink of an eye; I remember a lot of screaming, a lot of punching noises, and an unbearable pain in my side. I blacked out immediately.

I woke up again in a white room, which at first I thought was the hospital. But after a better look around, I was convinced I was elsewhere. I was convinced I was in heaven; dead. John Truscott, my father, had stabbed me in my side.


Damn. Poor Lilly, poor everyone, she can't really be dead!? Can she…?

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