YAY!!! Another chapter for Comfort. I have a little question thing at the bottom of this chapter, but for now have a happy reading!

Disclaimer: Lemme check…nope, still don't own Hannah Montana.

ROSE'S POV

I had brought Lilly home, and she was sleeping, on the couch. My mom had taken Sophie to the doctor's, to check her progress. Kyle was, probably, out drinking. Someone knocked on the door. I opened the door, to see a disheveled Oliver.

"Hey, can I see Lilly?" Oliver asked. I had called my mom, telling her that Lilly was safe. Then, I called Oliver's cell. The two days that she was missing, he was a mess. He couldn't function without her there.

"Yea, of course," I said, and moved to the side. I let him in, and then closed the door. He walked into the living room. I followed him.

"Lilly. Wake up, Lilz," Oliver whispered, and gently shook her. She stirred, and her eyes fluttered open.

"Hi Ollie," I heard her croak. He picked up her head, and sat down. Then, he placed her head on his lap. It was so cute.

"I'll leave you two alone," I said, and walked into the kitchen. I could still hear them talking.

"I think you should tell her," I heard Oliver say in a firm tone. Tell who what.

"But, Ollie, I can't. I'm surprised that I told you," I heard Lilly say. She sounded on the verge of crying.

"Lilly, please. She could help you," Oliver said in a pleading way. Whatever Oliver wanted Lilly to tell; he wanted it done, now.

"I know, but please don't make me tell her. Can't you tell her?" Lilly said, bargaining. She would always do that, when she wanted someone to know, but she didn't want to say it.

"Fine, come on," I heard Oliver say. I heard a sniffle, most likely Lilly.

"Thank you, Ollie," Lilly said her voice cracking, I'm guessing from crying. Then, Oliver and Lilly walked into the kitchen, their hands intertwined.

"Can we tell you something?" Oliver asked me. They needed to tell me something, something that could make Lilly cry. This must be a very touchy topic.

"Of course," I said, and sat down in one of the chairs. They sat across the table, in separate chairs, I might add.

"Well, the thing is…Kyle," Lilly started. Then, she stopped. I'm actually surprised that she said anything at all. Usually, if it could make her cry, she stayed away from the topic.

"…beats her," Oliver said, finishing it off. Kyle does what. I felt my jaw hanging open.

"He what?" I asked. I know what they said, but really. When? How? How could I not notice that my baby sister was getting abused? How oblivious could I be?

"Beats me," Lilly said, and tears started rolling down her cheeks. Oliver pulled her into him. That would explain why she was always over Oliver's.

"Lilly, I'm so sorry that I didn't notice this. What kind of sister am I? How could I be so stupid? I'm so sorry Lilly. I really am," I just started apologizing, left and right. I was pacing around the kitchen at this point.

"It's okay, you didn't know," Lilly said, giving me a hug. I hugged her back. Something finally clicked inside of my head.

"Is that why you were where you were?" I asked Lilly. She nodded, and tears started pooling up in her eyes. How could I be so stupid? I let him hurt my sister.

"Lilly, why don't you tell Rose what happened?" Oliver asked, but it really sounded like something he was going to make her do. Is that why she had to make a phone call, the second she got home? Then, she locked herself in her room, while I watched some TV. She was telling Oliver everything, all of the details.

"Okay, but I might need help telling it," Lilly said. We al walked into the living room. Oliver and Lilly took the couch. I sat on one of the overstuffed armchairs.

"Start with the cough medicine," Oliver said. He really was so good to her. I think he knew more about her than I even did. Only some people share that type of bond. I should really tell him to hold onto her. To never let her go.

"Okay, so after school I saw some cough medicine from mom. I took it, and drank it. I soon felt tired, so I decided to sleep. From, there I only remember certain details," Lilly said. She was doing good so far.

"I don't think that mom gave you the medicine," I said. I think that Kyle did.

"Me either, I think Kyle did," Oliver said agreeing with me. So, Lilly doesn't even know who gave her the medicine.

"I know. Well, then I remember being dragged outside, and into a car. Then, it was a pretty long drive. When, the car finally stopped…" Lilly said, and drifted off. She needed to regain her composure to continue. This was insane. What was wrong with Kyle? How could he just beat her?

"When, the car finally stopped, Lilly was beaten, and left there. She woke up, and just cried for a while. She was trying to get back home, but she didn't even know where she was. Then, you came and took her home," Oliver said, finishing off for her. That was defiantly a tale to tell.

"Lilly, everything will be okay," I said as soon as I noticed the tears cascading down her face. I wiped her tears. Oliver lifted her into his lap.

"I'm not so sure," Lilly whispered. Then, the front door burst open. My eyes grew wide, as did Lilly's and Oliver's.

"HOW COULD YOU TELL SOMEONE?" We heard a loud voice boom through the house. Lilly started to cry even harder, and she buried her head into Oliver's chest. I think Kyle's home, and pissed that she told me. The large, obviously, drunk figure stumbled into the living room.

"HOW?" Kyle boomed. He looked like her was going to kill someone. I stood up, and made my way around Kyle without him noticing. I was in the kitchen, dialing 9-1-1. I pressed the second one, and saw my mom walk into the kitchen. She was trying to figure out why the door was lying on the floor.

"Hi mom," I said as I dropped the phone and hugged her. I started to cry into her shoulder.

"Hey baby. What's wrong?" I heard my mom ask. She was still looking at the door that was lying on the floor.

"TELL ME! WHY DID YOU TELL ROSE?" Kyle's voice echoed through the house. Then, it sounded like he hit her or Oliver. My mom's eyes were wide, and she looked as if she had seen a ghost. She started to feel like a piece of jello, in my arms.

"I don't know," I heard Lilly whisper, her voice cracking. She was crying. Then, Sophie skipped up the sidewalk and into the house. She looked confused as to why my mom was crying, and everyone was quiet. Then, she noticed the door.

"What happened in here?" Sophie asked, rather loudly. Kyle came into the kitchen. I trembled.

"Sophie, please go up into your room. Lock the door, and slide something in front of it. Don't let anyone in unless they know the password. The password is ice cream. Now, go," I told Sophie. She ran up the stairs, and slammed the door. I was keeping my baby sister safe.

"HOW COULD SHE TELL YOU?" Kyle said, and stepped towards me. I stepped backwards. I was against the wall. I saw Lilly's petite figure make its way behind Kyle. I saw Oliver having his arms around her, and holding her in a protective way.

"She just did," I barked at him. I didn't even know where this burst of courage came from. Then, Kyle passed out. I felt a wave of relief as Kyle fell to the floor. Lilly ran over to me. She collapsed in my arms. Oliver stood, awkwardly, next to me.

"My baby, and him. Huh? How? What?" My mom started mumbling. I needed to explain everything, that I knew to her.

"Here," I said as I passed Lilly to Oliver. He placed his arms around her, and she cried. I went over to my mom, and started to explain the field thing.

LILLY'S POV

Currently, I was in Oliver's strong arms. I was crying my eyes out. I had just told Rose, and then Kyle burst in here. Now, my mom knows. Although that could be a good thing.

"Shh…Lilly, it will be okay. Everything will be okay," I heard Oliver say as he started rubbing my back. 'Everything will be okay,' I hope he was right.

Okay, so that was a pretty long chapter for this story. Now, her secret's out. I have two choices. Next chapter, Kyle gets caught or taped or whatever, but ends up in jail. OR some pregnancy scare, or telling Miley or something else…to drag the story on. Just tell me which one would be better, in a review. Later days!