Sweet Dad of mine, Chapter 5

Lilly couldn't believe it. How Miley could say something like that about her dad!

''I thought we were friends Miley.'' Lilly snapped.

''I am your friend. This is why I'm telling you !'' Miley cried, reaching for Lilly, but Lilly jumped away.

''Friends wouldn't lie to each other! Oh, that's right, you're the Queen of lying!''

''But I'm NOT lying! I saw your dad drinking a bottle of vodka on the beach with some other guy! I'm sure Oliver...''

''Oh, perfect! Oliver knows too?!'' Lilly yelled.

''No! No he doesn't! I didn't tell him! But he was with me on the beach. If I didn't distract his attention, he would have seen him too! And maybe you would believe him!''

''Why would my dad do something like that? He told me he was fine now. He has changed! For me! My dad would never lie to me!'' Lilly replied, offended.

''He used to in the past...''

Lilly stayed quiet, staring at Miley, angry. She was shaking.

'Lilly...'' Miley started, getting closer to her, but Lilly stepped away.

''Why do you keep hurting me, Miley?'' Lilly softly let out, tears in her eyes.

Miley didn't reply, too touched by what Lilly just said to her. They stayed quiet. Lilly's tears were rolling down her cheeks. However, she didn't know if it was because of the pain, or because the deep anger she felt.

''I'm... I'm not trying to hurt you! I just ... I just want to help you...'' Miley said after a while, trying to hold Lilly.

''Whatever Miley.'' Lilly said, avoiding her touch, and ripping away her tears.

She stormed out. Miley sighed and threw herself on the bed, her head inside her pillows. She screamed, letting out her frustration.

Lilly was in her room, pesting against Miley. How could she?! How could she even think her dad was untruthful to her? She didn't know him, how can she judge him?! Lilly took a shirt in her drawer, fiercely. She changed. She didn't know why, she just needed to do something. She was so angry she barely managed to put her shirt on without cracking it.

She fell on her bed and laid down. She took deep breathes, trying to find her calm. Time spent, and gradually, she cooled down. Doubts started to invade her mind. She was thinking more clearly. Miley would never lie to her. At least, not about something like that. Could her father really...?

She needed to know. She grabbed her jacket and left the house.

Miley fell on the couch, next to her dad, whining. Her dad put the newspaper on the table and turned to her daughter.

''What's going on, Bud?'' Mr Stewart asked.

''I did something really really bad...'' Miley let out.

''Don't tell me you wrote another song...'' His dad joked, trying to cheer her up.

''Dad, it's not funny! I might have lost my best friend on this one!''

''Sorry.'' Mr Stewart, a little more concerned and worried. ''So what did you do this time to Lilly?'' He asked, putting a comforting arm around his daughter's shoulders.

''I kind of said her dad was an alcoholic.''

Mr Stewart nodded, but stayed silent, a little surprised.

''Sooo... Is that true? Is he really what you said he was?''

''Yeah! I saw him drinking. And It's not like he's completely new in the business!''

''So you did tell the truth to Lilly...''

''Yeah!'' Miley exclaimed.

''Well, I guess you did nothing wrong Honey. And Lilly probably knows it.''

''It didn't look like it. You should have seen her...''

''Believe me, she knows. She'll come around eventually. Just be patient... like Lilly is for your relationship.''

Miley froze, her eyes wide opened . What did her father just say?! She looked at him, stunned. Her dad smiled.

''I'm not blind Miley... I know what's going on with you two...'' He winked.

Miley blushed. ''Nothing's going on anymore anyway!'' she said.

Her dad was going to say something but she made him stop by leaving the room.

''I think you're right for each other,'' he said to himself. Too bad Miley couldn't hear him.

Lilly knocked on her dad's motel door. No answer. She knocked again, still without any success. She tried to open the door. Fortunately, it was unlock. She stepped in. Everything was dark. She turned on the light, and gasped.

Her dad... Here he was. Lying on the floor. A few bottles, clothes, and garbage surrounding him. Lilly could smell alcohol from where she was standing. What a mess he is. He must have passed out from the amount of alcohol in his blood. Lilly started to cry, more from anger than sadness.

Miley was right. Her dad didn't change. Her dad was still an alcoholic. Her dad made her yell at her best friend. Because of him, she didn't trust Miley.

Lilly looked around the room and found an ice tray. She ran down the corridor of the motel and filled it with some ice, still groaning and blaming herself. She went back in the room, poured some water on the ice cubes. She waited till they had melted. She tasted the water. It was freezing. Perfect. She took her cellphone and took a picture of her dad, laying on the floor. It was despicable. She was disgusted by what was in front of her eyes.

Then, she threw the icy water on him, the ice tray soon following, and left the room, leaving him as he was.

Her dad opened slowly his eyes, disoriented. He seemed to feel the cold, but he was too wasted to really care.

''What wos zat?'' He grumbled. He barely managed to straighten up to look around. He saw someone leave the room. A girl.

''Leeelly?'' He babbled. ''leeelly! I kun esplaaaaan'' He said before passing out again.

Lilly was walking on the streets. She didn't really know where she was, and she didn't care. She just kept walking. Walking was good. Her arms were crossed on her chest, trying to warm her up. How stupid she was. How stupid she was to even think for a second her dad was not the same than before. Her mom and Miley were right. An alcoholic will still be an alcoholic, no matter what they say. This sight of his father, laying like that on the floor, was still haunting her. This vision had slapped her back to reality.

Lilly suddenly stopped and looked around. She needed to see where she was going. She didn't really want to hang out in the streets at that time. She smiled a little when she recognized where she was. She was standing in front of the Stewart's house.

''Miley...'' She whispered. She headed to the courtyard.