Lilly 8
Tim 12
"Timmy! Stop cheating." Lilly said as she slammed her hand on the stack of cards.
"Aw come on Lilly, don't be a sore loser." Timmy whined.
"There's no way you can get the ice princess every time, and I keep getting the stupid plum guy." Lilly complained.
"It's not my fault you're horrible at Candy Land." Timmy complained.
"It's not my fault you're a cheater!" Lilly yelled.
At this a door slammed shut, causing Lilly to jump a little. The noise came from the kitchen. Both Lilly and Tim looked to see what was causing all the noise. There was their father. He looked unclean and smelled like alcohol.
"Lilly go upstairs." Timmy whispered.
"But Timmy I want to stay with you." Lilly said frowning.
"I'll be up there in no time. Now please go." Timmy urged.
"Fine, but you better be there." Lilly demanded.
"I will." Timmy said. "Now go."
Lilly made her way upstairs, but stopped when she got to the top of the stairs. She watched Timmy put Candy Land away. She saw her dad walk out of the kitchen and into the room where Timmy was.
"Tim." Mr. Stewart slurred. Timmy continued to clean up the board game.
"Boy you better answer me." Mr. Truscott said his face growing red.
"What is it?" Timmy asked not even bothering to look at him.
"What's this shit?" Mr. Truscott said kicking the box.
"Candy Land." Timmy said still not paying attention to his drunken father.
"You should be out there and start shooting around. College ain't gunna pay for itself. You better get that basketball scholarship." Mr. Truscott said angrily.
"Yeah sure. You know I'm only 12." Timmy said not seeming to care at all.
"Stop playing pussy ass Candy Land and get the fuck outside." Mr. Truscott said grabbing Timmy by the shirt.
"Leave him alone." Lilly yelled coming down the stairs.
"Lilly go back upstairs, I'm fine." Timmy said giving her a small smile.
"Lillian get the fuck upstairs you dirty bitch." Mr. Truscott roared.
"Don't talk to her like that." Timmy yelled breaking free from his dad's grip. At this, Mr. Truscott began hitting Timmy.
"Daddy! Daddy leave Timmy alone." Lilly pleaded.
"Dad stop!" Timmy yelled.
End of Dream
I slowly opened my eyes. The room was spinning and my head felt as though it was hit with a bat. My stomach hurt, I felt like I was going to puke. I looked around and saw a trash barrel. I emptied my stomach into it. I finally noticed I was somewhere I have never seen before. And these clothes, they weren't mine. Great, I totally got raped. I thought about jumping out the window until I heard a familiar voice.
"Miley, we had a date tonight, you can't just cancel on me." A man said. It sounded like Mark.
"Mark, Lilly is in there. I need to make sure she is okay." Ms. Stewart said as though she was annoyed by Mark.
"You shouldn't have picked her up in the first place." Mark said angrily.
"And leave her there passed out on the side of the road? Mark you're crazy." Ms. Stewart said not hiding the anger in her voice this time.
"How can you choose a student over me? Mark asked.
"Mark, get out." Ms. Stewart demanded.
"What? Are you saying were over?" Mark asked sounding astonished.
"Yeah, yeah that's exactly what I'm saying." Ms. Stewart said.
"Fine, but remember Miley you're lost without me." He said slamming the door shut.
I slowly walked out of the room I was in. Ms. Stewart was on the couch with her hand over her face. She looked up at me and smiled.
"Feeling better?" She asked.
"Uh kind of. I'm sorry." I said nodding towards the door.
"Oh no don't feel bad." Ms. Stewart said perking up. "I was more worried about you than him."
"Well he is your boyfriend." I said frowning.
"He was my boyfriend." She said correcting me.
"Well thanks for taking care of me, I should go I don't want to bother you anymore than I have been." I said walking towards the door.
"Oh no please stay." She said getting up.
"Alrighty, um what time is it exactly?" I asked rubbing my head. It was throbbing.
"12:00, it's Saturday. Come take some Advil." She said walking into another room.
"Alright." I said following her.
"Here." She said handing me two pills. "Do you want to call your parents and let them know you're okay?"
"No, I doubt they noticed I'm gone anyways." I said sitting down.
"Why?" She asked looking concerned.
"Well my dad walked out, and my mom is a mess. She probably is passed out on the couch now." I answered before taking the Advil.
"Why did your dad leave?" She asked taking a seat next to me.
"I don't know… they had a huge fight." I explained.
"Oh, well I'm sure they still love you." She said. I laughed at this.
"Um anyways what happened to my clothes? I didn't get raped before you found me right?" I asked looking down at the T-shirt and pajama pants I was now wearing. I noticed she turned very red at the question.
"Uh well I um kinda put some new clothes on you because yours were filthy." She mumbled.
"Oh thanks." I said putting on a small grin.
"I didn't see anything. Like I wasn't checking you out. I'm not a creep, not that you're ugly or anything. I'm going to stop talking now." She said quickly putting her hand over her face in embarrassment.
"Don't worry, you aren't creepy at all." I said carefully. Wow this is awkward. How can I change the subject?
"Um I puked in your trashcan…" I said slowly. Way to go Truscott, that's flattering.
"Oh well I'll clean that up right now." She said leaving quickly.
It was kind of cute how she got all flustered, I thought smiling. She came back into the kitchen a few minutes later.
"So do you want anything to eat? "She asked.
"No thanks, I still don't feel too well." I said.
"Okay I'm just going to make some coffee." She said. She started to sing, and it sounded amazing. I smiled, she kind of reminded me someone
"You sound like someone I heard of before." I said wondering who it was.
"Oh who?" She asked with a small smile on her lips.
"Oh what's her name? Wait, Hannah Montana. Yeah you sound like Hannah Montana." I said. She laughed at this.
"What's so funny?" I asked.
"Can you keep a secret?" She asked.
"Of course." I answered.
"Follow me." She said leading me back into the room where I woke up in. She opened up an ordinary closet, well at least I thought it was an ordinary closet. There was a set of doors with the letters HM on it. She opened up the door and turned on the lights, I couldn't believe what I saw. Hundreds of clothes, shoes, and purses were in it. The shelves were filled of things. Then there were many awards on the wall, and pictures of Hannah Montana with many people. A certain newspaper headline caught my eye. It said Hannah's Last Concert with a picture of Hannah Montana on the front page.
"Oh my god, you were Hannah Montana?" I asked in disbelief.
"Yeah that was me." She said looking around the room.
"No way!" I gasped.
"Yeah way." She said laughing a bit.
"How come you stopped?" I asked.
"Well high school ended, and I really wanted to become a teacher. Plus Hannah was getting too old. So I retired her." She said.
"How come you never told anyone?" I asked
"I wanted to be treated normal. It was great, I could live the "famous life" and the "normal life." She said admiring the newspapers.
I went over to look at all the clothes but I tripped over a stool. Ms. Stewart tried to grab me to stop me from falling. But instead she fell, right on top of me. For what seemed like forever we just stared at each other. I could feel her breathing, my heart was beating faster and faster. I was entranced by her eyes, before I knew it my head was getting closer to hers. She didn't pull back. So close just… BEEP BEEP BEEP. Ms. Stewart jumped off of me.
"Shit I forgot about the coffee!" She yelled as she ran towards the kitchen.
"Fuck." I mumbled underneath my breath. So close. I picked myself up from the ground and closed up the closet. I made my way towards the kitchen. I saw turning off the fire alarm that was in the kitchen.
"Want some coffee?" She asked smiling.
"Sure." I mumbled. Great, just great.
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