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Chapter Twelve

Miley started to come to when she found herself on the floor. Had she really only past out for a few moments? It felt like so much longer. No, there were still objects being thrown, drastic cries from Lilly's mouth while her father yelled swears and insults. Miley attempted to crawl to her cell phone, trying not to be noticed by Lilly's father. Just as she was reaching out to grab it she felt a boot slam onto her wrist. Screaming in agony she felt a crack.

He laughed. "That's a broken wrist." He whispered cruelly. Lilly shoved him off of her friend and came to her care.

"Are you alright?" She asked, eyes watery. Before Miley got the chance to answer he started throwing objects again. Lilly ducked for cover.

"Get the fuck out of my house!" He screamed, coming towards the girls.

"Miley, listen to me." Lilly said strongly. "When I count to three, I'm going to chuck this bottle at him." She picked up a broken beer bottle. "Grab your phone. You're going to have to run upstairs and call the police. Screw calling my mom, I don't know why I said her." She giggled.

Miley was amazed at how optimistic Lilly was. She could laugh in any situation. Not to mention the blonde was adorable when she laughed, causing Miley's heart to race.

"Get OUT!" He yelled automatically, breaking Miley and Lilly from their wandering minds. Lilly nodded, and jumped up; in a split second Miley saw the world become a blur, Lilly's and her father's screams blending together. She heard the glass shattered, and as if leaving another world she found herself in the bathroom, clutching the cell phone as tightly as she could. Lilly somehow managed to be in the bathroom with her, pressing her entire body against the door while he tried to break it down.

"Miley, call them, please!" Lilly begged, struggling to lock the door. The brunette pressed the three buttons of emergency, body shaking recklessly. The phone only had one ring- but that ring felt as though it lasted a lifetime.

"911 Emergency?" Miley's heart wouldn't stop pounding. She couldn't remember where she was or what was going on. Feeling light headed, she leaned onto the door to help Lilly keep him out.

"Hello? Is anyone there? I hear screaming…" The brunette's head snapped and she started speaking all to fast. She screamed the address and asked for anyone who could come. Before she heard the woman's voice again the door broke down.

Lilly's father stood in the doorway, shirt with a thin layer of blood on it, nose and lip bleeding tremendously. He didn't say a word. His cold black eyes stared at the two girls, death circling in the room as if it was slowly getting a grip. Miley Stewart felt as though she was going to die. She felt the blonde tightly hold her hand; and suddenly, the whole mood changed.

His eyes filled with rage but didn't throw a single object. He walked straight toward them and tore the hands apart. Miley's wrist dangled helpless while her other hand felt alone. The man of terror picked up the blonde and felt her against the wall by her throat. Miley attempted to save her but he shoved her down into the bathtub. The brunette looked up and saw the life draining from her lover's eyes. Miley couldn't deal with this. She struggled to stand up and succeeded. Having no other choice she leaped onto his back, causing him to drop the blonde. Miley was screaming in fury, clawing at his head.

Suddenly, it happened.

She heard the sirens, the footsteps, and the yells. She felt herself fall to the ground and saw the red and blue lights outside of the window. He hovered over her for a moment; just one moment. She saw his hands go to his back while the police placed the handcuffs on his wrists. He was still screaming while the men of law forced him out of the house. Miley glanced at the window and watched as the horrid man was thrown into the police vehicle.

"Lilly, he's gone, everything's okay!" Miley exclaimed, falling to the floor and hugging the blonde tightly.

But for some reason, the blonde didn't hug bag. "Lilly? Miley pulled herself away from the blonde and her heart stopped beating. Lilly's head lay on her shoulder motionless; she was barely breathing. "Lilly?" The brunette asked faintly, shaking the blonde lightly. "Oh my god." Miley clutched the blonde to her heart tightly and was rocking back and forth.

"No, Lilly, please don't die, he's not strangling you anymore, you'll be okay…"

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