AN: I am so sorry for not updating sooner. Try to keep up; this is Lilly's back-story for the past 13 years. I am not always going to be just doing Lilly's point of view. I am doing Miley's next. Sorry if I made you think I died lol.
Disclaimer: I do NOT own any Hannah Montana characters except Brooke, Juliet, Dustin, Jessi, Gwen, Moe, Claire, and Chloe but they're not even in Hannah Montana. I also don't own Dora the Explorer.
Lilly's POV:
"Get the hell up Lilly!" screamed Jessi right in my ear. You see. Jessi was my stepmother when I was 17.
You see, here's what happened. Its kind of long and complicated so try to keep up. I was living a pretty normal life. Okay as normal as it can be when your best friend's Hannah Montana. Until I was 17 that is. That's when my father had an affair. He refused to leave the house and so did my mother. They fought for 2 months straight. At the time I had no idea what was happening. All I knew was they were fighting when they thought I wasn't around, but they were so loud I thought that they were going to wake up the whole neighborhood. 2 months after I thought the whole fight had started, there was yelling one night and then everything was quiet. I thought that they had worked it out finally.
But OH, was I ever wrong. I am not as naïve or ditsy as before. I am actually pretty down to earth and logical. Yeah I know I sound so boring right?
Anyway, the next morning I got up and my mom's car was gone, so I asked my dad where she was. His only response was a grunt and to quote him exactly, his one word was "out". So I went to school that day still not knowing where my mother was. I called her cell phone every passing time between classes and lunch and the way home from school. Still with no reply, as I walked in my house and there was a woman about in her early twenties. She was very pretty. Nice figure and had a very tight denim skirt on that showed off her long legs. I asked her what she was doing here but she never gave me an answer. She ignored me completely until my dad walked in the door 20 minutes later.
"Hi, princess" he said as he kissed my forehead.
"Oh, Ricky, baby, she's so precious!" She jumped around and kissed my head like I was her favorite puppy. I noticed she called my father "Ricky, baby". I didn't like it.
That was first impression of Jessi. It took me a week to finally get a hold of my mom on her cell phone. She explained to me that she was no longer interested in my father. I found out a month later that my dad had been having an affair with Jessi for a year without me knowing. Ever since then I paid closer attention to my surroundings. I noticed everything with everybody. I kept a distance between my dad and me though. I wanted nothing to do with him and the skank that could be his daughter. Seriously she was like closer to my age than his. I guess that's why I call them mother and father when I talk about them. Them being my mom and dad felt so long ago, it doesn't even feel like it was ever real.
So anyway I started to rebel against my father's wishes. I snuck out at night and was never around in the day. I didn't attend my father and Jessi's wedding. Then I had a one-night stand, with a certain guy, I am not about to mention his name, when I was 18.
When I found out I was pregnant I told my dad immediately hoping that he would still see me as his little girl and help me. No such luck. He gave me the "I didn't raise you this way Lilith!" He even called me by my full name ,Lilith, which nobody has called me since was 4 years old. He told me to pack my bags and get out. I still think now that a pretty harsh for a father to say to his child. But that's what I did. Oliver's parents wouldn't take me in. Jake's mom never liked me so she didn't want a slut living in her house in fear that I would corrupt Jake. Oh yeah, I would be a bad influence on Jake. And I knew Miley would, but I felt to bad to ask her, when she had Gwen, who's 12 now, but was only 2 back then. How could I ask her to take me in when I should have seen what it was like for her to have to deal with being pregnant at 15? I felt way too guilty to even ask.
I was alone, so I took the little money I had saved up since Jessi moved in and rented a hotel to stay in for a while. I never bothered calling my mom. Even if she did pick up I wouldn't want to live with the woman who abounded me when I needed her the most. I had a job working a fast food joint when I got called exactly 3 months later. It was from a police officer. He said that there was an accident in my house. A gun went off to be specific. Bottom line, Jessi killed my father. I believed that but I couldn't mange to convince the police. I couldn't prove anything and that made it her word against mine. I went to my father's funeral and so did my mother. I spoke little to her and barley had any emotion on my face in the beginning, but when the pastor started talking about everything my father did in his life that's when I cracked. He was a surgeon, he was a part time pastor and he donated to the homeless and less fortunate. And most of all because no matter if he kicked me out or married a whore or cheated on my mother he was still my daddy and nothing could change that.
So I was bawling. I walked out halfway through the service. There was no way any of my friends could see me like that. They would see that I was 3 months along and had no maternity clothes, so I was wearing my beat up, ragged old yellow sweat pants and at one point to big for me black t-shirt. My friends would see me alone. And most of all they would see me at my most vulnerable. I couldn't take that. I hated it when people pitied me.
So at that point I had a fall out with all of my friends. We didn't fight or anything but we just didn't talk anymore. I moved to Paris, Texas. After I had my first baby, a beautiful boy named Dustin, I thought about what really made me happy except my baby of course. Hannah Montana's fashion line. I really loved going with Miley to try on dresses for her concerts and shop for Hannah clothes. But I always thought they could be improved by a little. For example, there could be a red sleeveless shirt and black skinny jeans that were really tight in the butt, well that sounds cute but if I made the shirt a little shorter, not a belly shirt or anything but just a tad shorter, I could add a black long sleeved shirt under it and a red head band and red heels. Sorry I'm getting carried away.
So I went to school to be a fashion designer for 3 years and then I met this guy named Ollie. He really reminded me of Oliver with his brown hair and gorgeous eyes only they were sea green not deep, deep, deep hazel brown and even his name sounded the same. Well I dated him for a few months and married him. I think back on it now, how stupid I was to marry a man I barley knew. But let's just face it, I really miss my best friend, not Miley even though I love her too, but the one who I have known since practically forever.
Even though I may look back on that year when I was 18 as the hardest year of my life I wouldn't trade it for anything for 2 reasons. One it's what made the person I am today and two, I got one of the best things life has ever given me. My son. Then after marrying Ollie I had twins. Juliet and Brooke. The other 2 things god blessed me with. I love my children more than anything in the world. But I didn't really love Ollie. So that's what made me feel so bad about being with him. He absolutely adored me and Dustin and the twins but I didn't really love him the right way. I loved him more as a brother.
When Brooke and Juliet were 6 months old, Ollie was hit by a drunk driver. He was killed right away. Right after that, I was struggling to pay for my kids and me. So I did what I never wanted to do. I married a guy for his money. His name was Chad and he had curly back hair was very strong. That marriage became a disaster because he attacked me on night while being drunk and it freaked the hell out of Dustin. He was only 4 when it happened. Well thanks to Dustin, Chad is now in prison for life.
Dustin has always called his step-dads daddy because he misses out on a lot of father-son things that I cannot provide for him. And all his stepfathers love him, because let's just face it; he is a hard kid not to love. Dustin saved my life and possibly his and his sisters. That was 5 years ago now. Dustin is now 11 and Brooke and Juliet are 6. In the last 5 years I have become one of the top 10 worldwide designers. But before that I needed a place to go to make sure that my children were safe from Chad. That's where Jessi came in.
I was too ashamed of myself to go back to my friends after all I had been through, so I asked Jessi if I could move back in. Well actually 'asked' isn't the right word. Blackmail is better. You see, I kept the key my father gave me when I was 12 and my parents worked everyday and I had no way of getting inside my home.
Aw, those were the days. When my biggest problem was being late for school or Amber and Ashley taking the cutest guy in school. But everything is different now. I am responsible for 3 other lifes. Now I have a nanny to take care of my kids when I am busy. I still don't trust Jessi worth a crap but I still feel like I owe her something. I mean after all, she took me in when I had nobody and nowhere to go and 3 kids to care for.
After I became more famous I became richer. So now Jessi lives with me in my big mansion. I know, why in the world would I have the woman I blamed for my father's death live with me?
Well after all those years I realized I couldn't prove that she killed my father so I finally let it go. For now. She's a little better now. She has a job to pay her share of the rent and she's pretty nice to my kids. I know that because I watch her with them, when she doesn't know I'm there and she's nice and not that fake sugary crappy way she was with me. She is genuinely nice to my kids and she's warmed up to me a little over the years. We have a very teasing relationship, which is fine by me. But I am still not convinced that she has changed so much so I had cameras installed in every room in the house. Even the bathroom. I know that sounds perverted but you can never trust anyone. I had to learn that the hard way.
When Juliet and Brooke where born, Miley came back in my life. She was on tour as Hannah Montana in Paris, Texas with her daughter Gwen. Well Gwen needed a check up the day I went into labor. So Miley found out about the twins and Dustin.
Me and her had a heart to heart and she apologized for not being there for me years ago and I apologized for walking away without telling her goodbye. Me and her have kept in touch ever since. But we still weren't like sisters anymore but more like stepsisters. With that said, she is the godmother of my 3 little angels and I am the godmother of her beautiful spunky daughter Gwen.
Dustin has a huge crush on Gwen. It's so Cute! But who could blame him. Gwen has long chestnut brown hair, smoky gray eyes and the most impeccable creamy tan skin in the world.
Now back to the present now that you know the story that has brought me to where I am today. Sorry, did I bore you too much?
"Lilly get up." Jessi said more gently but still firm this time.
"Shut up Jessi, I'm getting up!" I snapped.
"So why are you in the hallway on the floor?" Jessi sounded genuinely curious.
"Huh… oh…Dustin woke me up with another nightmare." I shrugged. It wasn't uncommon for Dustin to have nightmares. After all, he's very sensitive even though he pretends to be all tough and manly, which is pretty funny actually. I decided to change the subject. "So why aren't you at work?" I asked
"I was just heading out when I saw you lying like a messed up ragged doll on the floor." Jessi said rudely but she offered her hand to help me up. I took it happily. We could be civil to each other when we wanted to be and we could give backhanded compliments and insults when we wanted too.
"What time is it?" I asked
"A little past 9:00, Claire is in the kitchen making breakfast and I have to go now if I don't want to be late for work." Jessi turned around and left abruptly.
I walked to the kitchen. The kitchen and every other part of the house for that matter had been remodeled every few months just to make sure it's up to date. Claire was at the counter feeding Juliet some applesauce.
Claire was a 17-year-old girl whose parent's died in a boat accident when she was 15. She was in the foster care system for a while until she cut all ties to her parent and became her own legal guardian (AN:I don't actually know if you can do that.) Claire dropped out of high school when she became her own legal guardian. She started looking for work at the same time as I was looking for a nanny. At first I didn't approve of her dropping out of high school at 16 but she was such a sweet girl and someone nice to talk to and she is so good to my children. And let's just face it, who else would hire a 17-year-old girl who has no past job experience and no high school diploma. Except me, that is.
Ever since Claire became my full time nanny she's lived in my mansion with me, Jessi and Chloe. It can get pretty lonely living with 3 kids and yourself in a huge house, so that's why all most of my workers live with me. Chloe was the housekeeper and in her early forties/late thirties. And my cook is a man named Moe that has lived in Texas his whole life. But he doesn't live in the mansion with the rest of us. He's just there from 10:00 in the morning to 9:00 at night. He lives 2 blocks down with his wife and son.
"Hello Claire" I greeted as I walked in the kitchen.
"Hi, Lilly. Dustin is still sleeping and Brooke is in the living room watching Dora the Explorer. I already fed Brooke. I was just feeding Juliet." Claire gave me the report about my kids.
"Okay, by the way, Jessi left for work about 2 minutes ago." Claire and I exchanged a smile. None of us like Jessi very much.
"Cool the Bitch is gone." Said Chloe as she entered. Chloe is older than she acts. She is around 39 but she acts about 15. Sometimes that can be really annoy and sometimes that can be really cool. Claire on the other hand is 17 but acts 23. That's not very bad. She's very professional about what she does but she is a lot of fun at the same time. They have been the closest things to best friends since Miley and Oliver.
Claire laughed at Chloe's comment. "Isn't she more of a slut than a bitch?" Claire teased playfully.
Chloe smiled. "She should get tested for HIV or Herpes or some other sexually transmitted disease."
"Now, now you guys," I said half serious "not in front of Juliet." I leaned over and patted Juliet's head. "How are you this morning honey?"
"Good" she answered in a small voice. Juliet was always quieter and kept to herself. She was always very easy to take care of and behaved better. Brooke on the other hand was wild and bubbly and loud. She tended to be more anxious and needed more attention.
"Why don't you go play with Brooke in the living room?" Chloe asked her. "You know how she hates being alone." It was true. Brooke hated being alone but nobody, not even Claire or me, knew why.
"Sure" Juliet said as Claire helped her down from the counter.
"So do you want me to call the limo to take you to work or go get coffee with me first?" Chloe said as soon as Claire left with Juliet.
"Get coffee. Anything to delay work more."
"It's not as you need to, you're the boss at work and at home." Chloe reminded me. Then my iPhone buzzed. Chloe picked it up. "You just got texted from Milly or smiley or whatever the hell her name is." I rolled my eyes. Chloe never liked Miley because she was my best friend at one point. She still was. When she was in town at least. That was normally once a week. And Gwen loved to hang out with Brooke. They were both bubbly and Brooke looked up to Gwen.
I reached over and grabbed the phone from Chloe's hands. The text read:
"Do u want 2 go 2 da mall later? I'm bored so I wondered if you wanted to do somthin? Txt me back! Luv ya'll always Miley!"
I replied:
"Sure I wood luv 2! Luv u 4eva, Lilly"
This is my life now, but there is something missing from it, I just don't know what.
AN: again I am so so so sorry for not updating for so long. I have had a lot going on and writer's block and just plain forgetting. But if I get a lot of reviews I will probably update sometime this week. I swear. Xoxo!
