I was nervously tapping my foot waiting for Miley to finish. I couldn't take much more of this I just wish she'd get it over with. Once again I found myself falling for her. I never wanted anyone so bad. The sooner she got married the sooner I would pack up and leave Malibu for good. The hardest part was watching her show me what she was wearing on the night of her wedding. I pretended to be sick and left her to choose it by herself.
I was soon about to meet this dream man she kept talking about. Finally the bathroom door opened and out came Miley. She looked amazing she had a short baby blue dress on. I quickly looked away pretending I didn't see her come out of the bathroom.
"Are you ready?" Miley said walking over to me. I avoided her eyes. All I had to do was be with her for two more days then I'd never have to see her again. I gave her a small nod.
"Are you feeling alright?" She asked. I felt her take a seat next to me. Again I gave her a nod. When she looked away I looked up, she was frowning. I couldn't do this anymore, I couldn't lie anymore.
"Miley, I'm sorry." I said. I fought back the tears that were threatening to fall.
"Lilly, you didn't do anything wrong." Miley said sounding concerned. I felt her hand start to rub my back. I quickly stood up.
"Don't, don't touch me!" I yelled. "Don't you get it Miley?"
"Lilly please stop, I love you I want you to be happy." Miley said sounding scared. I laughed at this.
"Don't say that you love me." I said angrily. Miley quickly stood up and walked closer to me.
"Lilly, you're my best friend I care about you." She said looking me into the eyes.
"Miley you used me." I said angrily. "You never talk about us, like your scared or something."
"Lilly what are you talking about?" She asked.
"You know what the fuck I'm talking about, how you slept with me when you were my teacher!" I yelled angrily.
Miley stayed quiet at this. She put her head down in shame. This angered me more.
"Why don't you fucking care? I loved you and I still do." I yelled now letting the tears fall. Miley continued to stare at me, I couldn't read her this time. "At least one of us will be enjoying life."
At this slammed the door shut. I sped down the hallways barely noticing I walked into someone. I noticed he had a black eye.
"I'm so…" I began to say but stopped when I noticed who it was. "Doug?"
"No Quigley, Tom Quigley." He said eyeing me all over. I slowly backed away.
"Get the fuck away from me." I said shaking.
"What makes you think I'm letting you go this time, you're coming with me." He said giving me a crazy smile and slightly began tugging on my shoulder to follow him. I tried to escape but he quickly tightened his grip. "If you scream you will die."
He dragged me all the way back to Miley's apartment. He quickly knocked on the door while looking around to make sure no one was looking. Miley finally answered her eyes were red and puffy. It looked as though she just stopped crying. "Tom" was now lightly grabbing my arm. He put on a fake smile.
"Tom? Why is Lilly here?" She asked sounding confused.
"Well why wouldn't she be here? She is your made of honor." He said giving her a wicked smile. She was oblivious to what was happening right now and waved us in. When Miley wasn't looking Tom slammed me down on the couch.
"Just let me go grab my purse." Miley said while starting to walk over to her room. Tom slightly ran over to her and grabbed her arm.
"That won't be necessary." He said smiling. He slowly pulled out a gun. "Now why don't you take a seat Miley sweetie."
"Tom what are you doing?" She asked looking completely shocked. She was still standing a few feet in front of him.
"Sit the fuck down!" He said losing his temper completely this time. "Now Lilly why don't you tell Miley who I really am?"
"He's not Tom Quigly...he's Doug Hogan. This fucken nutcase murdered Timmy." I said showing no fear.
"What? How? I'm confused." Miley said looking scared and nervous. I ignored Miley and asked the question I eagerly wanted to know for years.
"Why Timmy?" I asked. I saw him smile which made me even more angry.
"Years ago the company your father and my father were working at a bus company. One day thay had a job where they had to drive disabled children. I went with them because we were meeting my mother in southern California. My father however was new to the bus company and was not experienced with driving buses. Anyways your father had just come back from a party and was drunk. He told my father this and thought it was best if he drove. He was doing fine until a deer ran out in the middle of the highway. My dad tried to stop but swerved. The bus tipped and rolled down a hill. My father was killed instantly because he fell out, having the bus crush him. 14 of the 20 people on the bus survived including your father and mine." Doug said. I didn't know what to say, I know my father was drunk but it didn't mean he had to kill Timmy.
"After the accident your father blamed the whole accident on my father. He said my father threatened him. Of course I told the police this was a lie and that your father was really drunk. But by the time they checked there was no alcohol left in his system." Doug said.
"Look Doug, I'm really sorry. But I can't control what my dad did. There was no reason for you to kill Timmy. You're not hurting my dad anymore he's dead." I said still a little overwhelmed by the story.
"You don't get it, I need you to feel the pain I feel, but see I'm not going to kill you." Doug said smiling.
"Thank god." Miley said sounding a little relieved. She slowly walked over to me and gripped my hand.
"No instead I'm going to make your life hell." He said. Before I could ask why, he took out pictures. Pictures of Miley and me from when we were together so many years ago.
I'm so sorry for the very long wait. I lost interest in this story. I wasn't expecting this chapter to be like this, but it just happened. I'm not exactly sure how many chapters are left. Well anyways I don't really deserve many reviews, so if you want leave one then thanks. I'll try to update asap, I promise it won't take as long. Well anyways leave your thoughts, and I'm open to ideas.