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Author's Note: Sorry about the long update. Damn I fail at updating xD. Anyway this chapter's kinda short, 'cuz I'm a failer :(. But I hope you all like it :). Two more chapters till the end! I'm gonna get them done and not leave you all hanging so badly :).
Chapter Eleven
Lilly scanned Miley's eyes for any type of lie, fear, or any negative emotion to the words she just spoke. But she came up short. No, nothing was in Miley's eyes but hope and compassion, and maybe even a slight bit of lust. The blonde slipped her hand into the brunette's, and swallowed hard. "Miley, this is going to be so hard…"
"I know," Miley nodded, "but I'm willing to try if you are."
"I'll do anything for you." Lilly replied not missing a beat.
The two walked in complete comfort to the blonde's house. Miley noticed that their hands made a perfect fit; fingers laced with each other's, almost as if they were meant to be there. The brunette's heart was skipping beats and jumping all over the place. It seemed that the two had gotten to Lilly's house to soon.
"You can come inside if you want. I don't see my dad's car here, so it'll just be us." Lilly smiled. She leaned in and kissed Miley gently on the cheek before opening the front door. The house was pitch black. Miley felt a strange discomfort in the pit of her stomach, and held onto Lilly's hand tighter. Suddenly, the lights flickered on, and the brunette felt her hand torn from the blondes.
"Where the fuck were you?" Her father's angry voice filled the entire house, and Miley jumped backwards. Lilly was against the wall, and shook her head.
"I was at Miley's. Why were all the light's off?" She asked coldly, standing up.
"'Cuz I drove by as you two were tongue tied. You're a fucking lesbian!" He screamed, throwing a chair at Lilly. "That's unnatural and wrong. You're fucking nothing in this world."
Miley ducked the chair the same time Lilly did. The brunette glanced over and noticed more than twenty beer bottles on the floor. "Miley, we gotta get out of here." Lilly yelled, attempting to get to the door.
"You and your friend aren't going anywhere." He threw a glass bottle at the doorknob, right where the blonde's hand was. The glass shards stuck in Lilly's hand, and the blonde screamed in agony. Miley's heart was pounding in her ears.
"What is wrong with you?" Miley asked in desperation, picking Lilly up off the ground. "She's your daughter!"
The drunk stopped what he was doing. He came close to the brunette, breathing hard. Miley suddenly smelt the alcohol reeking on his clothing. She held Lilly tightly. "Who the fuck are you," he questioned, eye twitching slightly, "to tell me how to treat my own fuckin' flesh and blood?"
Miley swallowed. "You're a piece of shit," she muttered, eyes cold and not leaving his face. Miley rarely cursed, but when she did, the anger inside of her was building up.
"What the fuck did you just say to me?" He yelled, back handing her face as hard as he could. The brunette flew sideways and slammed into the table. She felt her arm give out when she attempted to give up, and felt the hot tears roll down her face.
"That's it, you're dead." Lilly jumped on top of her father, attempting to find something to hit him with to get him unconscious. Unfortunately she couldn't find anything quick enough- he grabbed her and threw her onto the floor. The blonde felt as though her spine had broke, but she managed to grab part of a shattered beer bottle and throw it at his arm. It cut deeply into his shoulder and he yanked it out.
"Fuck." The blonde's eyes went wide as he attempted to throw the bloody glass at her. She rolled over and crawled over to Miley, who was attempting to figure out how she could help.
"Miley, call my mom." Lilly pleaded, digging through the draws for a blunt object.
The brunette struggled with her pocked attempting to get her cell phone out. She heard the blonde cursing while her father kept throwing things at them and screaming. Miley glanced at the blonde's hand; it was completely covered in blood. Finally, Miley got her phone and turned towards the blonde.
"Okay, what's the number?" She shouted, finding it hard to avoid objects being thrown.
"Okay, 972- Miley, look out!" The brunette turned before her entire world went dark.
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