Alright, so I finally have some ideas for this chapter, and story. So, onward with the story…
Disclaimer: I so own Hannah Montana. Guess what else? I'll tell you, I'm the queen of England…even though I live in New Jersey.
LILLY'S POV
I walked into my house. I didn't see any car in the driveway, so I thought it was going to be a peaceful evening. I would be alone in my house, in my room. Maybe, I could finally be in my house, and not in fear. The second Kyle got news of Sophie's good news; he started to beat me again. This guy had serious problems. I dropped my book bag at my feet, and walked up the stairs. I walked into my room, and saw a cup sitting on my nightstand. I looked at the note next to it, and in chicken scratch it read:
Dear Lilly,
This is for your cough. Here you go.
Feel Better,
Mom
I took the cup of foul smelling liquid into my hand, as I re-read the note. I did have a cough, but it was nothing life threatening. Oh well, my mom means well. I took the cup, and chugged it down. It tasted bad, and kind of burnt my throat, as it slid down. I soon felt drowsy, so I laid down in my bed. It was a Monday; I was allowed to be tired, after a horrendous day at school. I soon slipped into a deep sleep.
ROSE'S POV
It had been two days since I, or anyone, had seen Lilly. Oliver was a mental disaster. He was always around, either looking depressed or crying. He didn't want anyone's sympathy. I tried to comfort him, but he just went into his room. HIs mom says that he's been up there since she disappeared. It hurt to see him like that; he was like the little brother that I never got the chance to have. Mine had died in a terrible swimming accident. That was a long time ago, and I tried to put it behind me. I really didn't want to live in the past. But, I think that losing another sibling would make me a wreck.
I was driving to Seattle, to visit my old friend. I also needed to escape from my house, and this town. I just needed to be away from it all. As I was driving I noticed something that caught my eye. I slowed my car down, and pulled it off the shoulder. It was something, crawling; it looked drunk. I got out of my car. I started to make my way to the drunk person. The air was pretty arid here. As I got closer, I noticed an all too familiar face.
"LILLY!" I screamed. I ran over to my little sister. What on Earth was she doing here? How had she gotten here? Why did she have huge bruises covering her arms? What wasn't she telling me?
"R-ro-rose," Lilly croaked. Her throat sounded dry. I hugged her, and she limply held onto me. It was like she was drained of her energy. I picked her up, and carried her to my car. I slid her into the passenger seat. I buckled her in, and handed her my Snapple. She gratefully drank it, and I slid into the driver seat. I turned the key, and made a u-turn. Forget Seattle, I needed to bring Lilly back home.
OLIVER'S POV
"Hey, this is Miley. I am, obviously, not answering my phone at the moment. So, leave a message or just hang up. I guess do what ever floats your boat," Miley's voicemail repeated. I looked at my phone. I might as well leave another message. It would only be my seventeenth pleading her to come home. But, who was counting?
"Miley, you have to come home. Lilly still isn't here. She needs you, I need you. Miles, if she…she…she's gone. You're the only thing I have left. Call me back, when you get this," I said, and then shut my phone. I had started to cry, while recording my message. Very manly, I reminded myself.
"Oliver, honey. Why don't you leave this house? You've been locked up here since, Lilly disappeared. You came down twice, once for food and another because Rose wanted to see you. Oliver, you cannot stay locked up here forever," My mom was starting a lecture. I wanted her to shut up, and leave me alone.
"So," I said, fighting back the tears. I didn't need to be reminded that Lilly still wasn't home. Actually, it had been two days, three hours, and twenty seven minutes, since I had last seen her. But, it's not like I was counting.
"Honey, you haven't eaten anything. This can't be healthy. Lilly would like it more, if you would just leave your room, and stopped moping. You have to leave here. Come on, I'll make anything you want, to eat," My mom said. I sat on my bed. I just wanted to shrink away.
"No," I said, in a firm but soft voice. I pulled my covers over my body, but I let my head peek out. I saw my mom come into my room. She sat on the edge of my bed. I suddenly came to the realization that Kyle had something to do with Lilly's random disappearance.
"But-" My mom started to talk, but I didn't want to hear it anymore. I sat up. I just giot this sudden feeling of rage. One, because Lilly was suffering. Two, because Kyle was behind all of her suffering. Three, I needed to think and I really didn't want to be disturbed.
"But, mom, I don't want to hear this. I'll be better when Lilly is okay! Just go, and leave me, alone for now!" I yelled. My mom looked appalled by my sudden outburst. I had just lost it. She stood up, smoothed out her skirt, kissed my forehead, and left. I was finally alone, the only way I wanted to be, until Lilly was back here.
Okay, so that was pretty much just a random chapter that I typed up. Review, next chapter will be more important, and longer. Promise! Until then, you have this, but it's up on Friday, so YAY!!! Next update, either Tuesday or Wednesday!!!
NOTE: The whole field thingy was suggested by crazyforpurple, so I need to thank her for the idea. I'm not done using it yet, but I wanted to leave some stuff for more chapters!!!
