Dislcaimer: Don't own it.
Author's Note: Yay new chapter :). So like, I'm absolutely not one of those overly obsessed Miley Cyrus fans, let's get that straight. I had no IDEA her real name wasn't Miley xD. Did anyone else? Apparently it's like Destiny Hope or something xDDD. Sorry I felt like sharing that information :).
Chapter Nine
Miley woke up with the blonde teen lying slightly on top of her. Breathing softly, the brunette saw the cuts and bruises all over her friend's body, and her heart ached. How could someone do something like this to Lilly? She was so sweet and beautiful, she didn't deserve this.
Then again, no one does.
Gazing at the marks, Miley wished she could do something to help. There were quite a few things the girl could do, but she wasn't sure any of them were what someone would call, "A good idea."
One, Miley could confront Lilly's father. However the thought of that seemed bleak, seeing as she could picture herself being thrown into a wall, or worse, Lilly being tossed again like a rag doll. The brunette never met her friend's father, but based off of what she had been told the previous night, he didn't seem very friendly. Miley figured he'd probably hit her, too, and not even care, and the brunette knew the last thing she wanted was anymore pain being brought upon Lilly.
Two, she could tell the police. In a way this was good, and in a way this was bad. Getting the law involved with things doesn't always turn out to well, and the teen star wasn't sure if Lilly would enjoy the police knowing about what was going on in that house. Miley figured she wouldn't like that, considering she hadn't done anything that drastic yet. Then again, things had gotten quite disturbing in Lilly's "home", and getting the law involved might be the best thing.
Three, the brunette could tell Lilly's mother. Now her mother would probably react in one of two ways; either not taking it well, or being in complete denial something like that could possibly be happening with two people she loved. Mothers always have a tendency to not believe things they don't want to hear.
Then, as if a sudden rush of thoughts came, Miley knew what to do. She shook her friend up rigorously, until a slight groan came from the blonde.
"Okay, okay I'm up." Sitting up groggily, Lilly yawned and stretched.
"Lilly, I know what to do about your father." Miley said, eyes wide and voice filled with confidence.
It was as though the sleepiness was taken off the blonde like a blanket. Suddenly very alert of her surroundings and what was going on, she laughed awkwardly. "What do you mean? Nothing's going to change, Miley. I don't want anything to change."
The brunette almost had to slap herself. Had she heard Lilly correctly? "You don't want anything to change?"
The blonde looked down at her hands and played with them. "I mean, I don't want to get beaten by him or…" She trailed, obviously not wanting to say the word. "…Anymore. But I don't want anyone else to know. It would just make things worse, and that's the last thing I want."
Miley looked at her in utter shock. "How would it make things worse to get him out of your life?"
"I just don't want anyone else to know, okay? You wouldn't understand, Miley, you know you're my best friend, but you just wouldn't understand unless you were in the same position as me." Lilly snapped, her hands slowly curling up into fists.
Taking a deep breathe in, the brunette tried to calm herself down. She didn't want the two to have another argument. Letting a small silence take over, Miley looked out the window. Rain fell from the sky lightly while the clouds took over any blue that might have been there. The sky was crying; it hurt for Lilly, too.
"Lilly…I don't like seeing you like this. It kills me. I may not be in your position, but do you know how much it hurts seeing you like this?"
The blonde opened her mouth to respond, but then shut it quickly. Miley had a good argument; it must be hurting both the girls more than either of them knew.
"I just want to tell my dad, he'll know what to do." The teen explained to her abused friend, voice in complete seriousness.
"No." Lilly responded automatically, almost as though she was being controlled.
"Come on, Lilly, it won't kill you to have one adult know."
"No."
"At least consider it?"
"No!" The blonde stood up awkwardly; still in pain she stumbled, but when Miley tried to help her, she pushed her away. "I can't believe you'd try to do this to me, Miley."
"Lilly, I don't want to argue with you," Miley pleaded, eyes already filling with tears, "but I really do feel it would be a good idea to let me tell my dad."
"I can't believe I trusted you." Lilly's eyes were turning red and redder by the second. The words stabbed Miley bad; it hurt having her best friend say something as cruel as that.
Before she knew it Lilly was out of her room. Still in shock of Lilly's words, tears started pouring down Miley's face. Maybe she should have never mentioned telling her father…
Lilly had a point. Miley wasn't in her position, so even though the brunette knew what was in her best interest, she didn't know how that would effect her friend emotionally. It had to hurt, Miley thought, having someone you use to look up to abuse and physically and sexually. It's a lot to handle, and Miley started to understand why the blonde did not want the police to know.
The brunette snapped back to reality. She realized Lilly had left, and this was going to turn out exactly how they're other argument ended.
No.
Miley wasn't going to let her get away this time.
The girl grabbed a pair of shoes and ran out the doors, the rain beating down on her head.
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