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"No!" Oliver said sternly as he paced around the room.
"Oliver, she's pregnant..." I said looking up at him from my seat on the edge of the bed.
"Lily, we tried helping her remember?" He said as he stopped in front of me.
"Yes, but that was ten years ago..." I said defensively.
"Do you really think she's changed?" Oliver said as he motioned to the door.
"Well we don't know she hasn't!" I said as I stood up from the bed, coming face to face with him.
"Listen, I know she hasn't changed a bit, and this time, I'm not gonna help her!" He said throwing his hands up in the air.
"She's pregnant..." I repeated.
"God!" Oliver said as he turned his back towards me and ran his fingers through his hair in anger.
"How many times are you going to keep saying that?" He said not looking back at me.
"She's sober, we can't let her get back on to the streets start getting high again and kill herself!" I said walking a few steps closer to Oliver.
"It's none of our business what's going on in her life, Lils, she's not our friend anymore!" Oliver yelled as he turned back around to face me.
"Well I'm not letting her kill this baby too!" I said as I headed for the door. I heard Oliver curse under his breath, but I ignored it as I pushed the bedroom door open and walked into the living room. I saw Miley sitting on the couch with her feet up on the three hundred dollar coffee table Oliver and I had received as a wedding gift. I stopped before I walked into the kitchen making a quick veer off into the kitchen.
I quickly began doing what I normally did when I was mad, hand washing the dishes. I grabbed a coffee stained mug out of the sink and began scrubbing every bit of the dried brown liquid out.
"Lily?" I heard from the kitchen doorway, causing me to jump, nearly dropping the Bubble gum pink mug I held in my hand that read "it's a girl!" followed by Abigail's name and birthday. I turned around quickly, grabbing my chest with my free hand.
"Miley, God, you scared me," I said, my pulse beginning to beat a bit slower by now.
"Sorry," She said taking a few steps into the kitchen. I looked her pallid body up and down. She looked horrible, worse then when she left for rehab.
"Lily, I'm sorry for just coming here so suddenly and dropping the pregnancy thing on you again but..." she paused and glanced down at the ground. Her light blond hair falling down, around her thin face. I gently set the mug down on the kitchen counter and looked at her anxiously.
"Lils, I've changed and I know that you and Oliver don't see that but... I really, really have," She said. Her eyes seemed to fade at that point. They weren't the same rough and I don't care look they had in them just a few minutes ago. Now, they looked venerable, it was like they had suddenly morphed into the old Miley.
I pursed my lips together. As an awkward silence fell over the room. I searched my mind for something... anything to say. But I was only met with emptiness.
"I know that you and Oliver especially don't want me here but..." She stopped again as her stare moved from me, to the tiled floor. And when her gaze met mine, her eyes were hazy.
"Miley?" I asked her, my voice now filled with concern. She looked back down at the ground shaking her head and placing a firm hand upon her stomach. I took a few steps toward her. As she shook her head again, letting out a quiet sob.
"Look..." She said after a few seconds of crying. Her eyeliner was now smeared and her mascara ran a long black line down her cheek.
"There's a lot more to the story that you don't know," she said quietly, looking me straight in the eye.
"Like what?" I asked her. But she stayed silent moving her gaze to the ground below us once again.
"Do you think we could go somewhere else?" She asked shyly, almost like a little girl who's talking to a stranger. I thought about it for a second and then nodded.
"Of course," I said.
"Miley where are you taking us?" I asked Miley as she quickly swerved into another lane, nearly hitting the Mini Van behind us with her little black BMW.
"You'll see, God, will you quit being so anxious?" She said angrily. I stared into her bloodshot eyes. She was drunk, and Oliver and I, who were both sitting in the back seat of the sports car, knew it.
"Miles, Maybe you should pull over," Oliver suggested after she nearly ran into a stop sign.
"Shut up, okay?" She said glancing back at us. Oliver gripped my knee. I knew he could tell I was scared, and I knew he was scared too. I tried to stare down at the floor board. Attempting to ignore every veer, swerve and turn that the drunk Miley made as we drove down the high-way.
"Dammit!" Miley said loudly as a huge white mercedes nearly hit us.
"You bitch!" Miley said angrily, slamming on her breaks. Causing Oliver and I to violently jolt forwards.
"How much longer until we get to the place your taking us to?" Oliver asked cowardly. I could see Miley's red eyes look back at us through the rear-view mirror. She sighed.
"We're almost there, kay?" she said. Oliver nodded as he glanced over at me. I ignored his stare as I redirected my eyes to my feet.
That night was the one where Oliver and I pretty much pulled our heads out of our asses a realized that Miley was in trouble. She took us to her boyfriend Tommy's house. Tommy or Turk as he was known as on the streets was a drug dealer and the one that really started Miley on her bad spree. Of course, at that time Oliver and I were oblivious to the fact that this guy had bags full of cocaine in his pockets when we first met him. We stayed at his house for about three hours with Miley, him and about thirty other people. I can remember Oliver and I sitting on the beer stained couch in the living room, watching in disgust as Turk slowly undressed Miley in the center of the entire room which eventually ended with them running into the back yard where afterwards we found Miley throwing up in a trash can, half naked, with Turk no where to be seen.
I glanced over to the passengers seat of my silver SUV at Miley. Who sat there, tugging at a piece of her blond hair, her leg bopping up and down anxiously. I pulled into the parking lot of a little outdoor coffee house cafe type thing that one of my friends owned. Once I had parked the car, Miley and I began making our way to counter.
"Hey Kris," I said smiling at the cashier who I knew.
"Hey Lils," She said glancing up from a sheet of paper to look at me. She made her way over to the counter and typed a few things into the cash-register before she looked up at me.
"Will it be your usual?" she asked.
"yup, and Miley?" I said looking back at Miley who was biting on her thumb nail.
"Oh, nothing for me..." she said.
"You sure?" I asked her, knowing by the look in her eyes that the answer was no.
"Look, Lily, I can't afford any of this," She said in a whisper. Obviously embarrassed.
"Don't worry about it, I'll pay," I said reassuringly.
"Ar- Are you sure?" She asked.
"Of course," I told her. Miley nodded and glanced up at the menu.
"Okay," she said taking a few steps closer to the counter.
"I'm gonna have the bacon and cheese melt and a chocolate fudge brownie and a vanilla iced coffee," She said. Wow, I didn't expect her to order that much.
"Alright," Kris said as she typed a few things into the cash register while she called our drinks.
"You're total is twenty-one, forty-two. She said. I reached in my wallet and pulled out my visa and handed it to her.
"Okay, sign this," she said handing me a receipt. I quickly signed my name on the dotted line. Before walking into the outdoor patio area of the cafe. Miley and I found a table and we both sat down. We stayed silent for a few minutes, but once our food came Miley began talking.
"Thank you so much," She said as she took a bite of her sandwich, causing some melted cheese to ooze out of it's sides.
"Not a problem," I said, nibbling on a bite of my house salad. Miley was acting like she hadn't eaten in days, which she might not have, who knows really.
"So are you going to tell me what happened?" I asked her, taking a sip of my cappuccino. Miley's eye sight fell as I brought up the topic. She finished chewing a bite of her sandwich and then looked up at me.
"God, where do you want me to even begin?" She asked after swallowing.
"How about the last time I saw, you, ten years ago, you know, when you were being dragged off to rehab?" I said looking over at her. Her stare fell to the table and nodded.
"Well, I went to rehab, and I was sober for eight and half months, but then I relapsed," She told me. I nodded.
"So then after relapsing I had no where to stay, since dad kicked me out of the house, I was on the streets for a while..." I cut her off.
"How longs a while?" I asked her sharply.
"Um, a year to be exact," God, she had really screwed up didn't she. I wanted to yell at her, but I allowed her to continue with her life story.
"So after being on the streets for a while I um..." She stopped as her voice began to shake and tears started to form in the corners of her eyes. I gently placed a hand on her arm that rested on the table. I felt bad for her. I really did.
"I- I needed money to support my drug use so, I turned to prostitution," she said. This caused my eyes to widen, I never would have thought she'd sink that low.
"After a year had passed of me being homeless, I was finally caught having sex with a guy in a parking lot, I was arrested and put in jail for about a week or so, and that's where I met Garth," She paused.
"Garth?" I asked her curiously.
"Yes, Garth was this 6 foot five blond hair bad boy, who was in jail for shooting a guy during a drug deal gone bad. So once I was out of jail I went back onto the streets and I went back to prostitution for my money. So once night a truck pulled up next to me, I walked over expecting another forty some year old pervert and there I saw Garth, fresh outta jail," She said with a weak and fake smile stained across her lips.
"Garth and I moved in together, he was pretty well off actually, lived in a town house in a half decent neighborhood, he had parents who loved him, and he loved me, I loved him," She closed her eyes allowing a few tears to roll down her cheek.
"I had gotten of the streets and got a better job, although still not that great, in a strip club, I was making good money and all was good. I worked as a stripper for about two years and then I quit, getting a job at a fast food restaurant, by that time I was sober and I was happy, so was Garth. He proposed to me on Valentines day of 2014. And on Valentines day 2015, we were married," She stopped and looked back down at the ground. I was speechless Miley was married? God, I definitely didn't see that one coming.
When Miley looked back up at me tears were freely pouring from her eyes.
"We were married for three years," She looked up at the sky and took in a deep breath, "I found out I was pregnant a month ago, my god he was so happy," She shut her eyes. I couldn't understand what was going on, why was she here if she has a husband back home?
"Two weeks ago I came home from work to fifteen police cars swarming our house," She said, barley able to push the words out of her mouth.
"He was killed," She said. I could feel my heart skip a beat as tears began to tickle the back of my eyes. I couldn't believe this.
A/N: This chapter sucked I know. Sorry for the long update, this was kinda one of those half thought stories that you don't know what the hell to do with, but after thinkging a bout it for a while I can kinda see where I'm gonna take this story.
I changed the rating due to language and the theme of this story.
well, anyway, I hope you liked it & that it didn't suck too badly. lol.
Please review & tell me what you think! Thanks for reading!