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CHAPTER THIRTY THREE: Lilly's Breakdown

Lilly tossed and turned that night, unable to sleep. Even though it was getting close to Christmas, three days away, there weren't visions of sugarplums dancing in her head. Instead, there was nightmares. Nightmares of the party, Jackson at the ball, and the death shot of her brother. Then, the darkness of her nightmare turned to bright lights. A baby crying.

Lilly woke up and looked at the clock; it read 3:13am. She heard the bushes rustle outside her window. It's just my imagination. She thought. But it wasn't. Then, it sounded like a tornado was ripping the bush right up from its roots. She was too frightened to get up, so she laid in bed, not moving a muscle, holding her breath.

Then, all was silent. Lilly wasn't sure if someone was reapedetly(SP) tapping her window, or if her heartbeat was actually that loud.

"Lilly!" Someone from outside her window whispered. She slowly got out of bed to see who it was. Outside her bedroom window was...Jackson.

"Can I come in? I just want to talk."

"Just a sec." Lilly closed the blinds, put her bra on under her tanktop, and opened the window. Jackson climbed in.

"What's going on?" He asked, sitting on the unmade bed.

"I was just thinking the same thing." Lilly stared at him. "What were you doing outside my window?"

"I couldn't sleep." He started.

"Me either."

"So, I came over here to get some answers about that guy at the ball. When I got here I felt stupid. So, I turned around to leave, but I heard your bushes move. My blasted curiosity got the best of me, so I went to see who or what it was. Then, a guy punched me in the shoulder, hard." He rubbed his sore right shoulder. "And then, we got into a tussle. A car passed by, and he freaked out and left."

Lilly looked at him in amazement. "Who was it?" She asked.

"I think you should tell me that. Are you cheating on me?" Jackson accused.

"WHAT?! No! You have no idea."

"I think I will, after you tell me."

"You can't expect me to, that's my business." Lilly crossed her arms.

"I punched a guy, saved you, and just scared off a stalker. I think I deserve an explaination."

"You're right." Lilly cried. "I'm sorry. It's just a long story."

"I've got nothing but time, babe." Jackson gave her a half-hearted side-ways smile.

"Okay." Lilly took a deep breath. "It all started Monday. Janie was invited to this party..."

"Hey! Why wasn't I invited?" Lilly glared at him. "Sorry, go on."

"She invited Oliver and me and when we got there, they dissapeared. I didn't know anyone, so I just stood there. Then he came. Andrew Wellington. I didn't know him then, at least I didn't think I did. He said, 'Don't try to run.' And I was cornered, I was just so...afraid. Then, as if he read my mind, he said 'Don't be scared.' Then, he kissed me, made out with me, felt me. Then, he took me to a dark room upstairs. Then..." Lilly took a shakey breath, not wanting to go on.

"Oh, Lilly!" Jackson drew her close to him in a protective hug. "That bastard! Why didn't you tell anyone?"

"I was too ashamed. Too scared. Everything I did, everywhere I went, he was there. Sometimes only in my thoughts, and dreams. At the concert, he was there. Staring at me, watching me. Scaring me. And then att he ball. About an hour after you left, he showed up. He told me about how my brother ruined his life, and now he has to ruin mine!"

Lilly sobbed into Jackson's navy-blue t-shirt. He left after Lilly fell into a troubled sleep.

Miley pulled her hand out of the pink comforter to find her annoying ringing cell phone. She wiped her nose on her arm, pushed her tornado-striken mob of hair out of her face, and said: "Hello?"

"Miley?" Came Oliver's voice on the other end.

"Yah, it's me."

"Really? Are you sick?"

"Haha. No, just tired. What time is it anyways?" She peered at her alarm clock, unable to read the red glaring numbers.

"5:45." Said Oliver guiltily.

"What do you want?"

"To talk."

"About what, donut? Be more specific."

"Lilly. I love her."

"What?" Miley snapped to attention.

"I've been thinking about it forever, and have realized it."

"What about Becca?"

"Long story, kinda short, Amber and Ashley got some dirt on me, so they wanted me to go out with Becca. In return, they wouldn't tell my secret." Oliver confessed for the first time to really anyone.

"Where have I been?" She wondered outloud.

"With Jake." Oliver stated the obvious truth.

"Okay, here's my advice:" Miley said, changing the subject. "Break it off, gently, with Becca. You can't be forced to love anyone. Tell Lilly what happened, and beg for forgiveness. It's not like you killed anyone."

"Well..."

"You killed someone?!"

"No..."

"Then it's all good."

"But..."

Jackson opened Miley's bedroom door.

"Hold, on. Oliver. Jackson's here." Miley held the phone to her shoulder. "What do you want?"

"Help." Jackson sounded serious, so she told Oliver:

"Let me talk to you later, okay? Okay, bye." Miley patted an empty spot on her bed, Jackson came and sat down.

"What is it? You look distressed."

"It's Lilly. She was raped."

Miley let her jaw drop. Lilly was raped? By who? Where? When? And more importantly: Where was I? With Jake.

"W-w-w-what?"

"She was. By her brother's friend. Andrew Wellington, at a party. Monday I think." Jackson filled her in.

"Are you serious?"

Jackson nodded. "Whould I make this up?"

Miley shook her head. "It's just so...unbeleivable." Yes, that's the word. But then, Lilly acting weird. That outfit she wore, she really covered up. And she distanced herself from me. All the signs were there, as clear as day. Am I blind?

Miley and Jackson jumped as the door opened again. It was their father. He saw the solemn look on his children's faces and sat down.

"What's up?" He put on his: I'm-a-concerned-parent, face. Miley and Jackson looked at each other. Jackson nodded at his sister.

"It's Lilly, dad." Miley said. "She was...raped."

"What? Okay, stay calm. Are you certain that this is a fact?" He looked from Jackson's face to Miley's. They both nodded. "Come with me." They followed him into the kitchen, where he picked up the phone. He quickly dialed the Truscott's number.

"Hello?"

"Mrs. Truscott?"

"Mr. Stewart?"

"I'm sorry for calling so early, but I'm afraid this is urgent."

"I'm listening."

"My kids tell me that your daughter's been raped, were you aware of this?"

"My Lillian? No..." Mrs. Truscott hurried to her teenage daughter's room, with Mr. Truscott on her heels.

"Thank you for the call, Mr. Stewart. I'm sure we'll be in touch with you." She tried to sound profesional, but tears escaped her words.

"Lillian, sweetie. Can you tell us what happened to you at that party?"

Lilly burst into tears, and started from the beginning once again.

There you go. Lilly finally told. And we heard a little bit from Oliver. Give me a review to: 1. tell me how good this was. 2. tell me how bad this was. 3. to give me advice, or ideas. But plz review!! Luv ya,

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