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Disclaimer: Blue-eyedchick has not yet purchased Hannah Montana, but it is on her Christmas list, so if anyone...JK! Here's ch. 29

CHAPTER TWENTY NINE: Fingerprints

Lilly ran out of the school, trying to free herself of worries; but it wasn't working. She ran, not bothering to get her skateboard out of her backpack, to Miley's house. She needed companionship, but she couldn't go to Oliver's. She didn't realize that Miley wasn't home yet, that she was with Jake. Jackson opened the door.

"Hey...Lilly."

"Hey...Jackson."

"Listen, I'm sorry about before." He started apologizing, but he was cut off by Lilly throwing her arms around him.

"Oh, Jackson! Miley is too busy with her super hot, big shot boyfriend to care about what happened to me, and Oliver dumped me for Becca in my hard time!" She cried.

Jackson took advantage of the moment, and embraced her. "It's okay." He whispered. Lilly sniffled, and let Jackson hold her. Then, Miley appeared at the front door, with guess who...Jake.

"Lilly..." Miley said, surprised.

"Jackson..." Jake muttered.

"Jake." Jackson said, with disdain in his voice.

"Jackson, let's leave these two to their love-making." Lilly advised.

They started walking up the stairs, leaving Miley's mouth hang open.

"Uh, how could she say that? WE HAVEN'T DONE ANYTHING!" She screamed at Lilly. But Lilly and Jackson were already in Jackson's room.

"So, what do you want to do?" Jackson asked.

"I don't know, listen to music?" She suggested.

Jackson turned on his stereo and it was a commercial.

"So much for music." Lilly giggled.

"Have a seat Madame." Jackson gestured to the bed.

"Don't mind if I do." She giggled again and sat down. Jackson sat down next to her.

"This is fun..." He started.

Then, a strangly familar song came on. Lilly began taking quick breaths. Images of the party flooded her mind. Jackson turned off "Smack That" and gripped Lilly's shoulders, protectivly, and looked her in the eyes. But to Lilly, The Man was holding her, staring deeply, and menacingly into her eyes, with his evil clear blue ones.

Lilly screamed and pulled herself away from Jackson's grasp.

"Lilly!" Jackson called, but Lilly was already down the stairs, going out the door. She ran the two blocks to her house fully on adrenalin. She shut the door behind her, locked it, and ran to her room.

She shut and locked that door, fell on her bed, and screamed and wept into her satin-covered pillow.

"WHY?" She screamed to the ceiling. "WHY ME?"

She heard the garage door open, Mrs. Truscott was home.

"Lillian?" She called.

"Yah, Mom?" Lilly asked.

"Can you take a shower now instead of in the morning, the water heat is..."

"Sure, Mom." Lilly turned the tear stained pillow to the other side, and wiped her eyes. Lilly started the water and took her sweatshirt off. Her arms goosebumped as they felt the chilling air. Then, she took off her white t-shirt.

Her skin crawled, and although she had taken a shower the day before, she felt dirty. She slipped off her sweatpants and socks. Then, almost unwillingly, she unclipped her bra and let it fall off. Images of The Man ripping her clothes off came to her almost instantly. But she tried to shake them off.

After all her articles of clothing were off she stepped into the shower. Lilly felt as if The Man's fingerprints, his dirty fingerprints, were all over her body. So she took the soap and scrubbed, scrubbed, scrubbed, and scrubbed. But they were still there. Even more noticable than before.

Lilly then washed her golden hair, and got dressed into pajamas. At dinner she barely ate anything, she was too busy trying to scratch the fingerprints off of her arms.

Poor Lilly. You guys keep asking: Is she going to tell anybody? Hold yer horses, jeez! In time people, in time. & if someone asks agian I'll make sure she never tells. JK. Plz review, I wanna get up to 200 before I update again. Thanx a bunch,

Blue-eyedchick