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Author's Note: Super short chapter. I swear though, the next chapter is a lot lot longer. This is pretty much the filling xD. Anyways, I'm super tired but I wanted to post this up. Enjoy!

Chapter Six

Miley woke up by a knock on her glass door.

Actually, it must have been a few knocks, because the one that woke the brunette up, was hard and loud. The groggy star stumbled to her door and moved towards the handle. To tired to see she rubbed her hand against the glass until she found the door-opening device. Suddenly remembering that it was three in the morning and she didn't know who was there, she moved the curtain and peeked outside.

All feeling of exhaustion was swept away when she saw a bush of blonde hair.

Immediately Miley opened the door and Lilly walked in. She walked into her bedroom and the brunette closed the door quietly.

"Lilly, what're you-" Miley turned around and was face to face with a sight that ached her heart.

The brunette hadn't looked straight at Lilly when she noticed she was standing on her balcony; she more or less looked around her until the moment they made eye contact.

Which was right now.

Lilly's eye was puffy and it looked as though a blood vessel had popped. Her cheek was bruised and nose was slightly bleeding; Miley scanned the rest of her body to find that her left sleeve was torn, and by the way she was standing, she was still limping.

"Oh my god, Lilly, are you okay?" The brunette took her hand and sat her on the bed. She walked over to her dressed and grabbed some extra pajamas. Tossing them on Lilly's lap, she sat down next to her and put her hand to the pale cheek.

"No, Miley, I'm not okay." Tears silently fell down as Lilly bit her lip. "There's a lot to tell you." Slowly and hesitantly, the blonde took Miley's hand off her cheek and rubbed it slightly. "No more lying. No more hiding."

Miley nodded. "Before you start," she started slowly. "Would you like to change? You'd probably be more comfortable…"

"That'd be amazing." Lilly stood up quickly then grabbed her leg in agony. Miley caught her falling, helped her to the bathroom, and handed her the pajamas. Trudging back to her room, the girl sighed. She knew something traumatic was either going to happen or be told, and she wanted to prepare herself. However the moment Lilly limped back to the room all preparation that Miley thought she had disappeared.

The blonde sat herself on the bed, knees touching Miley's. The brunette couldn't help but let a small shade of red plaster her cheeks. She swallowed, and then laced Lilly's fingers with her own. "I'm here for you, Lils. I promise."

"My dad and I got in a fight." The blonde blurted out, immediately gasping after she said the words.

Miley shook her head, not fully comprehending. "Your dad did this to you?" She questioned awkwardly, not sure how to take the current information.

"He's abused me since I was six," Lilly confessed quietly, pulling her hand away from Miley and breaking eye contact. "that's why I've been gone Miley. I did have to help move in all his stuff, but him and I kept getting in fights, and he kept hurting me, and I just couldn't go to school."

"Oh, Lilly…" Miley wrapped her arms around the blonde and held her tightly.

"No, Miley, stop." The blonde pulled away and deeply inhaled. "There's more to the story."

"Really?" The brunette didn't know how the story could get much worse…unless…

"My father…well…"