Dad drove me home after I hugged Mikayla. I was still crying. I knew my life was over now. I refused to talk even though my dad asked me to. I just kept crying.
When we arrived home, I ran to my home, threw my wig to the floor, and cried myself to sleep.
I woke up the next morning. My eyes were all puffy from crying last night. I sat at the kitchen table. My dad and Jackson were silent. Roxy was here and was silent too. My public relations person, Megan, was here too; she was silent as well. They must've known. My dad gave me pancakes and syrup and left the room. Roxy and Megan followed him.
"So," I said as I poured my syrup.
"I can't believe you'd do that," Jackson said.
"Love is love, Jackson." I told him.
"No, homosexuality is a sin and is disgusting. Why would you choose it?"
"I didn't choose it, it chose me." I answered.
"Whatever, Miley. You're disgusting." And then Jackson left the room as well.
Megan walked back into the room. "So what the hell do I say now?"
"That love is love."
"Miley, you work for a conservative record label. They're ready to drop you because of this."
"I didn't know papazzari was there, otherwise I wouldn't have kissed her."
"I don't care why you did what you did; I just need to release a statement. This can either save or end your career, so be careful what you say." Megan warned.
Damn. I didn't think falling for a girl would ruin my career. "Um, I guess say I'm dating Mikayla and I'm no longer ashamed of it."
"You sure?" Megan asked as she typed into her phone.
"Yup."
"Say goodbye to your record label, Miley." And I knew she had just hit send. Megan left the house.
Daddy came out after Megan left.
"We need to talk," he said completely serious.
"Ok." I braced myself to hear some hate.
"You either break up with this girl and never see her again or you're no longer my daughter. I will not have a lesbian for a daughter. It's wrong. What would your mother think?" Dad asked.
"Then I guess I'm not your daughter anymore," I told Dad.
"Fine, get out of this house by tomorrow morning. I don't care where you go and you can forget that I'm still your manager."
He left. I was on the verge of tear and Roxy then came up.
"Girl, you should've had me with you. I would've kept that scumbag from taking a picture."
"I know Roxy, I know." I said before breaking down.
"It's okay, sweetie," Roxy said and pulled me into a hug.
"Daddy kicked me out because I still wanna be with Mikayla."
"You can stay with me; I'll help you rebuild your career. Life will be good, Miley. We'll make it good." Roxy told me. And I wanted to believe her, but I knew that I had alterative plans to solve this problem.
I spent all day packing. Roxy offered to help but I told her no. I wanted to clean my room myself.
It was 3am when I finally finished packing. My Hannah stuff took forever. I went downstairs and grabbed the bottle of 300 aspirin and got a glass of water. I took the 300 aspirin and swallowed the water. I went back to my room to write a note to Mikayla, Roxy, and to Dad.