A/n: Sorry it's taken me so long to update for this story-We visited family for Thanksgiving and then I kinda got grounded-And still am-from the computer, but my mom doesn't have to know about this. Please R &R, Thankies for all the votes! And hopefully this clears up some of your questions.

Disclaimer: My Sugar-Daddy bought me the whole Disney channel, too bad it was only in my dreams…

&&:: Chapter Two ::&&

"Oliver…Will you stay here with me?" I asked, choking out the word, "I mean…My parents aren't here…And I don't want to be alone…"

"No" he said, his voice without emotion, and his hands gripped tightly on the steering wheel.

I suppose my face twisted in surprise at that very moment, but that's not the point, "Please. Oliver, please just stay with me."

He turned his head, and I saw worry and anger blazing in his eyes as they met mine, "Why? Why the hell am I going to stay if you're not even going to give me an explanation for why the hell you disappear for three hours-No where to be found I might add-And than later turn up hammered as you rush down the stairs to the nearest bathroom? What happened that you won't tell me-You're best friend, Someone you've known your entire life?"

My throat dry so much it aches, and I mumble, "I can't."

"Why not?" he snaps, his anger is clear through the tone in his voice, but his voice seem dull with worry.

"I just had too much to drink" I lie, which is obvious because I can lie about as well as Jackson can sing.

"Lilly," his voice soft but still held with a firm tone, "What happened."

"It wasn't HIS fault," I say as I push open the heavy door of the passenger's side and quickly got out of the truck.

"What?" was all he said before I whispered a thanks and slammed shut the truck door.

My stomach churned as I thought about HIM-HE wasn't like anyone else. A charmer, a person everyone loves to love, the hottie hot hottie of Indian River High School. HE wasn't just funny-Like Oliver, or cute-Like Josh, or fine-Like Johnny. HE was all that and more-Or so I thought.

But it wasn't entirely his fault-I mean I was the one always flirting with him hoping that one day he would fall for me like I did for him even though he was Miley's beau, even though he never showed those feelings for me-Never. I was the one who wore that tight short white skirt, and the v-neck blue shirt. I was the one who flauted my body in the hopes he would notice me. I caused this. So the only one I should be angry with is myself, so why is it that I wondering if I called the police if I could get him locked up for a lifetime, so he'd never harm any girl like he did me. So why am I walking into a dark house, soiled with his stench, wondering how in the world could have the Almighty God let him do this to me, without any consequences?

How?

I locked all the doors, my hands shaking slightly the little voice in my head telling me: If HE'll do it once, what makes you think he won't do it again?

The stairs seem to creak extra loudly, and my heart races as I make my way up the stair case. I stretch out my arms to find my door handle, too afraid to turn on the hallway light because maybe, just maybe he'll be there with that evil smile on his face. A shiver runs down my spine just thinking about him. I open the door, and greeted by the smells of my room-Perfume, hairspray, hair dye, nail polish, pizza, and popcorn all mixed together for a delightful "At Home" type of feeling. I nearly run to my bed, jumping into the soft baby blue comfronter, and a sudden over whelming feeling of tiredness hits me. My droopy eyelids so heavy that they need to be closed. And my mind is at ease as I slip into sleep.

A/n: Sorry short chapter, but my mom should be getting home soon and I don't want to get caught. I hope that cleared up some stuff for other people. I will update as soon as I can, okay? Thankies again to all my reviewers for the first chapter, and hopefully for the many more to review for this one.