So, sorry for the long wait, but I wasn't feeling this chapter. =/

As the car ride continued, I told Vanessa how I felt. I told her that maybe having her brother's baby wasn't as bad as I thought and to say she was shocked would be a understatement. For a second, she thought I was crazy, but after explaining to her everything, she's understood...just a little bit.

I arrived at my house around7'O clock to an eerie silence. I assumed my parents were already in bed, considering they had to leave for work early tomorrow, so they needed their rest. I took my precious time walking up the stairs, I was in no rush whatsoever to talk to my boyfriend. Boyfriend...just saying that, or even thinking that was weird for some reason. It seemed like these 2 months, or more like five months, if I included summer, changed my relationship with Cody. It went from being the perfect relationship, we talked texted, did anything any other couple would but now...we rarely even talked. Maybe a few texts here and there, but they rarely ever lasted more than 5 minutes, but I was desperate to change that tonight. Whether I'd be telling him or not.

Right before reaching my room, I felt a certain rush run through my body, the urge to release all that I'd previously consumed. I ran straight into the bathroom and when I reached the ceramic toilet, I threw up. I threw up all of my dinner, and as If I wasn't tired enough, this wasn't helping at all. I stopped leaning over the cold toilet seat, and sat against the hard side of the bathroom as I coughed, trying to regain my lost breath. Ugh, I hate this, I thought, as I wiped the hair off my my face. Puking was the last thing I ever wanted to do, it stunk so badly, and it hurt my throat, which instantly reminded me to flush the toilet, the the coldness of the metal instantly making me flinch. If I was going to have to do this for 7 more months, I didn't know what I was gonna do. At the moment, I felt so yucky, shower, I need to shower, I said to myself, but I couldn't shower until I talked to Cody, I was definitely going to though.

Sitting there, I came to realize that if I was really going to tell Cody, I was going to have to be mentally prepared, not to mention emotionally. With my hormones all over the place, and this baby growing inside of me, there was no way in hell that I was going to be able to take heartbreak.

I let a deep sigh out, finally catching all of my breath. I removed my body from the freezing, blue tile and weakly walked over out the bathroom and into the threshold of my dungeon, also known as the place I slept at night. I only had to move a couple of feet, and at last I was at my bed, lying down, face up. I imagined calling Cosy and he not being mad at me after telling him I was pregnant. But to really believe that though, I'd have to be crazy...

Somewhere deep in my thoughts, I let my mind travel to my new friend, Nicholas Jonas. Something about the way he looked at me, or the way he treated me, made me, I don't know...like him. It wouldn't be right to have a crush on him, I wasn't admitting I did, but my feeling for him were past friendship. It wasn't like being with Joe or Zac, whom of which I thought as brothers, it was more than that, more than I was ready or willing to explain let alone comprehend myself.

A gush of cold air ran across my bare arms, causing me to shiver involuntarily, as the tiny hairs stood up. I let my hands run along them as I got up from my bed and walked over to the open windows, closing them almost instantly. The way the cool air brushed against my arms, reminded me of the way my body sometimes reacted when I was around Nick but I wouldn't tell anyone that...ever.

I went over to the nightstand next to my bed, and picked up my phone. I glanced down the contacts list until I reached Cody's names as I descended down the staircase, and into the living room. I listened to the dial tone, then I flicked on the TV, plopping down on the cold black leather couch that wrapped around the coffee table. Then I heard the voice, I was longing yet so scared to hear, but I missed it.

"Hello?" he said, almost like he was expecting my call, and for a second, I almost thought Selena has mentioned something to him, but even though we weren't on speaking terms at the moment, I knew she'd never do something to hurt me like I hurt her.

"Yea, this is Miley, Cody, I-uh, I gotta tell you something, but first-" then my stuttering got cut off by a loud banging on the front door making me jump like a bunny rabbit. "Cody, I'm so so sorry, but Imma have to call you back," I told him as I peered out the window that overlooked the entry way, seeing something that I never thought I'd see. Before I pressed the end button on my cell, I heard Cody groan in anger, and tell me that we were gonna talk. Then I pressed the glowing red button. I couldn't even say how bad I felt for once again, holding off the news but this time, it was really important for me to end the call because what I saw outside, couldn't wait.

It was like I flew because I got to the door in no time, opening it to come face to face with my enemy. But this time she was anything but a snobby bitch, she looked like a hurt person, I swear my heart broke at just a glance at her. She looked so torn, I just knew I had to find out what the matter was. Why'd she come to me, and at this time of night. Even though, it wasn't late.

I automatically pulled her into me, asking no questions at all until we reached my room. I felt like I was carrying her up the stairs by the way her weak body barely moved. I sat her down on my bad and sat next to her. She was crying but knew I was expecting answers to my unasked questions.

"M-m-miley," Demi stuttered out, sobbing between every gasp for air. Just then I noticed her appearance, her clothes were torn, and it looked like articles of clothing were missing, it was bad enough she didn't have much on to begin with. "I-I-" she was unable to finish her sentence as she broke down in tears. I tried my best to hold her trembling body because it wasn't easy.

As the clock ticked, it felt like hours were passing, maybe it was just that the person I've hated, and the person who has hated me since middle school was now in my arms, crying so hard and seemed so fragile that if my grip on her got any tighter, she'd break. Only about a half an hour had passed when Demi fnially, looked up at me, lifting her head off my now soaked shoulder. There was no denying that she was in fact, still crying.

"Miley, I need you, I can't go to nobody else, I need someone to help me," she choked out, staring me in the eyes and just like that, I knew I was ready to help, whether I hated her or not. She looked destroyed, from the torn clothes, to the distressed and look of fear on her face.

"What's the matter?" I questioned slowly, trying not to rush her.

"Well-I-before I say anything, I wanna say that I'm so so so sorry for treating you the way I have for the past 5 years, but you gotta know that I have an explanation, one that you'd most likely like to hear, but I can't tell you right now, I need to tell you why I'm here." I watched silently as tears fell down the make up smeared face. I moved back so she could have her face and continue her story.

"I was walking home from this place, like an hour ago and it was k-kinda dark out, and as I was w-walking I felt like something was trailing behind me a-and then I-i..." she trailed off but I didn't need to hear the rest of the story to know where it was going. I wrapped my arms around and let her cry, it was all I could do at the moment. But then I heard her speak up, "B-but I g-got away b-before he c-could-"

"Shh-shh, Demi's it's okay, I know," I shushed her. I almost wanted to cry, seeing someone so hurt, so disoriented, was hard for me to take. I witnessed things like this in my family, and it was sicking to know there was people out there who did this to other people, but only Demi mattered right now.

I continued to let her cry her once cold heart out for the next 15 minutes, and believe me, she cried. She cried so much that she ended up falling asleep in my arms. At this point, I didn't know what to think anymore. I gently removed myself from her and lied her fragile body down on my bed, moving the covers so that they were covering her.

As I studied the feature of her face, I could see the vulnerability. This girl was hurt and I knew that from the moment she stepped foot in this house, I was involved, but I'd do everything I could to help her. It wasn't that I knew from experience but I knew Demi would have a hard time overcoming this.

I led myself to the kitchen as I thought about the events of the past hour. I sometimes hated my caring and forgiving attitude, knowing that not all things are as they seem but for once I knew that Demi desperately needed someone. It was hard getting my head around someone doing that to another person, no matter the person, even Demi. I didn't care that Demi's hated me for so long, for no reason that she's told me. It hurt being called names, and being yelled at and now that I was pregnant, dealing with any sort of that would be too much, but maybe after this, she'll understand what it felt like to be hurt and stop. I'd never in my life wish rape upon anyone so I was beyond happy that it didn't go that far.

I let out a long, heavy sigh of stress. I took a tour around the kitchen, realizing that I didn't want anything, so I walked out of the room and over to a closet by the front door. I pulled out a neatly folded pink blanket and brought it over to the couch, placing it down before tiptoeing my way up to my room. I didn't wanna wake her, so I rushed in, grabbing my pajamas off the floor and ran into the bathroom in the hall. I rushed in my shower, sleep was slowly taking over my body. I quickly put on my clothes, and brushed my teeth as I watched myself in the mirror.

I put my dirty clothes in the dirty clothes hamper in my room before closing the door so she could get some privacy as she slept. I knew by the morning my parents would notice Demi, which reminded me, I had to call her parents but then realizing that, I remembered that I didn't have number. I groaned loudly, this was all too much for me.

Since it hadn't been that long since I life the Jonas' I figured they'd still be up, so I went back downstairs to the living room and took my pink glittery blackberry off the top of the coffee table, sitting in the middle of the large space. I sat down on the couch and took my time dialing Vanessa's digits, i didn't have Nick's so I was going to call Vanessa, tell her to give her phone to Nick, and ask him for Demi's house number, simple. I had no intention of telling them what was going on.

"Hello?" I heard Vanessa answer. She sounded tired; but it was like her to go to sleep early.

"Hey Nessa, it's Miley. I just wanted to talk to Nick, if he's up of course." I heard her groan and then some feet shuffling before Nick's voice fill my waiting ears.

"Hello?"

"Hey it's Miley, I wanted to ask you something," I said, biting my bottom lip. I hoped when I did ask him,he wouldn't get suspicious, I mean I was asking his girlfriends house number, the girl that hated my guts, up until today, at least...that's what I thought.

"Does it have to do with our date tomorrow?" he questioned smoothly. Date? And it was then I remembered we were hanging out tomorrow, oh wow. But I couldn't help the feeling I got when he said date. I grinned. Oh my gosh, what I was doing to myself?

"No, but by any chance, could you give me Demi's house number?" I knew he was surprised that I asked him, but he proceeded to give me the number, with no questions being asked, thank god. So I write down the number before I quickly ended the phone call, glancing at the clock as I did so.

"Dianna Lovato speaking, who is calling?" A sweet voice answered the phone, sounding just like Demi but not as cold, not at all. However, she did have a sad tone of voice, I wondered what the matter was. I hesitated for a second.

"Um, this is Miley Cyrus, I'm calling because Demi is at my house and I just wanted to let you guys know." I heard a pause and a sigh of relief, but I don't think they'd like to know what was going on but I knew I was going to have to tell her.

"Wait, is she alright?" her voice quivered. I frowned a little.

"Not really-"

"What's wrong with her? What happened?"

"Um, all I know is that she was walking from somewhere and someone," I paused to get a hold of myself, it was hard just explaining this. "Someone tried to...rape Demi," my voice lowered with every word as I cringed, hearing Ms. Lovato scream on the end of the line.

"What! Oh my gosh, where do you live so I can come get her." Without a second though I gave her the address to my house and in no time, she was at my number, knocking quite loudly. I had to rush so that my parents wouldn't get woken.

I opened the door to a worried looking Ms. Lovato, she had such a panicked look on her face that if I didn't know better, then I would've guessed she was the one that was attacked. My lips were formed in a straight line as I let her in, opening the door wider then closing it after she entered. I stood against the door, kinda nervous wanted to skip the introductions as she motioned for me to lead her to her daughters. I did and started up the stairs, but told her to be quiet because both her daughter and my parents were sleeping.

"Uh, yeah, she's sleeping in here," I spoke softly for the first time since Ms. Lovato arrived as I motioned towards my closed bedroom door. I stepped aside when she nodded and opened my room door before stepping in. I sat down at the top of the door, giving mother and daughter some privacy. I wrapped my arms around my stomach, noticing that my stomach was very well visible with the tank top I had on, but I was only 2 months pregnant, my belly wasn't that big...at al, it was more of a small bump, gosh I hate gaining weight. I guess I was overreacting, you really couldn't tell I was pregnant, but maybe that was a good thing.

I soon heard footsteps coming from behind and I guessed they were coming back. I stood up and turned around, spotting Ms. Lovato and Demi. Demi looked kinda sad and I felt bad that I told, but I had to.

"Um, thanks for taking care of Demi for me," Ms Lovato said, holding Demi around the shoulder. I nodded then they started walking by me as Demi whispered to me.

"Thanks...Miley," she gave a small smile. "And please don't tell anyone about this...I'll talk to you some other time but thanks." I remained silent, not knowing how to respond. I led them downstairs and watched as they left my house, leaving pure silence to surround me and my thoughts. I let out a long sigh of breath, rubbing my hand across my stress creased forehead and absentmindedly brought my body up the stairs after shutting the lights off and locking the door downstairs. I walked into my dull room, this night was all too much to handle and I really needed to forget everything for tonight and then tomorrow...oh my gosh. The sleep was taking over my body once again but I managed to drag my feet across the floor and fell onto my bed, my eyes shutting on impact.

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~Jasmine~~