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"Miley..." I said as I anxiously knocked on the back door to Miley house. I held the picture of the family Oliver and I had chosen for Miley baby in my hand. Miley had told me she would meet me here. Figuring that she was just asleep I knocked a bit louder.

"MILEY!" I said loudly and then knocked on the door again. Finally I heard foot steps coming towards the door. I stopped knocking and stepped back. As the glass door slid open I saw Miley standing in front of me. She was holding a lit cigarette between her fingers and a beer bottle in her left hand. she was wearing what looked like a men's button down shirt with no pants.

"Miley what the hell are you doing?" I said at a total loss of words that she would even think about doing something like this. Miley sighed and rolled her eyes as her stare moved from me to the ground.

"Did you forget you pregnant?" I said as I grabbed the beer bottle out of her hand. A sarcastic smile slid across her lips as she let out a slight laugh and then shook her head.

"Baby..." I heard a man's voice from the background and then I saw a very drunk looking man stumble down the stairs in his boxers.

"Miley," I said sternly as I gripped the beer bottle trying not to lose my temper.

"Lily you need to go," She said as she took a puff of her cigarette.

"No, I'm not leaving until you go see a doctor you could have hurt if not killed your baby by drinking this!" I said waving the beer bottle in her face.

"I'm no pregnant Lily," she said as she gave me the same sarcastic smile.

"What do you mean you're not pregnant?" I asked her still not quite sure of what I was hearing.

"You heard me... I'm not pregnant," she said shrugging her shoulders.

"Miley what the hell did you do?" I asked her almost yelling. Miley shrugged her shoulders and rolled her eyes. I shook my head as the anger started to come over me. How dare she do that to her child.

"What the hell has happened to you" I whispered to her as I glanced at the shirtless drunk standing in the living room. Miley sighed once again. I shook my head. I was finished with lecturing her and trying to help her. She needed more help than I could ever give her.

"Well..." Miley said as she took a few steps into the living room, "aren't you happy to see me?" I was in too much shock to say anything.

"Well, I guess that answers that question," she said looking over to Oliver with a smile cracked across her face. She looked so... different. She had almost completely lost her accent. Her hair was pulled back into a messy bun and her brown roots showed through her bleach blond hair. I couldn't help but notice a tattoo right below her ear of what seemed to be a heart. She was practically unrecognizable.

"What?" She said as she threw her hands down to her sides, "is no one happy to see me?" Once again I was silent.

"Miley we're just..." Oliver started as he leaned against the still wide open front door.

"shocked," I finished.

"Oh come on," Miley said as she walked closer to me. I pulled in my baby closer to me.

"We were best friends in high school," she said as she put a hand on my shoulder. As she did so I noticed scars all along her arms. I assumed they were needle marks from drug abuse. Seeing the marks made me even more uncomfortable with her touching me and being in this house with my child.

"were," Oliver said firmly.

"Damn, you guys really have changed haven't you?" Miley said as she glanced around the room. I gave her a weak smile as she looked us up and down. Silence fell over the room as she stood there and stared at us both.

I sat there in the big black van in the alley that we all knew Miley would go to and get high. Oliver sat next to me and next to him was Miley's dad and then sat Jackson. I saw the police pull up and tons of people started to run, including Miley. She had been missing for five days now after she had gotten the abortion. I glanced over and saw a tear roll down Mr. Stewarts face. All of us thought she was dead. After multiple fight with me after the abortion she would yell and say that she was gonna kill herself and that she would make me sorry by overdosing on coke or something like that. When she disappeared I though for sure the police would find her dead in a field somewhere. But, when the police got a tip from someone who had seen her picture on the news we were rushed down the the police station where they told us they were going to arrest her but not put her into to jail, bt send her to a rehab center for teens.

I could here the police yelling "FREEZE!" as they pulled out their guns holding them steadily at Miley and a few other guys who hadn't managed to escape in time. God, Miley looked horrible. She wore and old checkered men's shirt with old jeans, her eyeliner was smeared and her hair was a tangled mess. As my vision began to blur tears started to pour from my eyes as I watched her attempt to escape to officers grip.

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING TO ME?" She screamed as she thrashed in the officers hold. One of the other officers nodded giving s or cue to come out of the car. As we piled out of the car Mr. Stewart ran right up to the handcuffed Miley.

"Baby, this is the right thing to do yo need this," he said comforting as he out his hand on her shoulder. I could tell by her blood shot eyes that she was high.

"LET GO OF ME!" she screamed to the officers who were holding onto her. She shrugged her dad's hand off of her shoulder. I couldn't take it anymore I turned around from the scene and began walking back to the big black car as tear filled my eyes. I felt a hand being placed on my shoulder. I turned and saw that it was Oliver. We didn't say a word as he pulled me into his chest and I allowed all the tear that had been building up behind my eyes, flow freely.

"Why did you really come here?" I was snapped out of my flash back as I heard Oliver say that. I stood there patiently waiting for her answer. I could see her eyes get big as her mouth dropped open. She was totally taken aback that he had asked that.

"God, well excuse me for wanting to see some old friends," Miley said sarcastically.

"Come on, we all know that's not the real reason you came here, so lets just just the bull shit and tell the truth," I could always tell when Oliver was mad because he would never cuss unless he was mad.

"You must think I'm terrible don't you?" She said as she started walking towards him. There was a second I thought she was going to kill him she looked so mad. I felt Abigail shift in my arms. Remembering I was holding her I quietly walked away from the arguing and into her room where I gently laid her down in her crib. I could still hear the yelling. I didn't want to go back but I knew I had to, to stop my husband from killing her, and I couldn't really blame him actually. I flipped on the fan in the room to try to block out some of the sound as I walked back into the living room.

"You smoke crack, you took heroin what the hell am I supposed to think?" I heard Oliver yell.

"I went to rehab, I did my time in jail, I'm sober!" Miley said as she threw her hands in Oliver's face.

"Why did you come here?" Oliver asked as she stared to calm down. Miley looked over at me and then back to Oliver and then she sighed. As she glanced down at the ground she bit her lip.

"I need a place to stay," she said quietly.

"Oh no... no no no no no!" Oliver said shaking his head.

"Honey," I said trying to get Oliver to stop, I mean, he was being a little mean.

"I think I'm pregnant," Miley said suddenly.

A/N: Hmm... I don't know. What do you think. I wasn't quite sure if I should make her pregnant or not but I decided to try it out... thanks for all the great reviews I was kinda shocked by them actually... this chapter is not as Loliver-ish as the last one but please don't give up on this story... I will try to add more Loliver next chapter I swear! Please review!