Miley Pov
I have never been so disgusted in my life! Nicholas Jerry Jonas was smoking weed, and he thought I was so stupid that I didn't know! I was done putting up with his bullshit! I called him atleast a billion times, to tell him not to come over that I was mad at him, but of course hes too lazy to pick up his Damn phone! I then sank to my knee's Nick I love him, but what he does hurts me. We were going to get married, and have a family. Since we both never considered our real familie's family. All we needed was eachother, but If he's oing to do this to himself, we'll I'm not going to pput up with it!
Then my phone rang. It was probably Nick soothing, trying to calm me down from my outburst I was momentarily about to throw. Instead it was St. Francis hospital.
"Ms. Stewart?" Said a friendly bissness like voice. Who clearly must have been new, seeing she said my last name so slowly. Or was it just the fact I was yearing to hear what she had to say?
"Yes" I coughed out impatiently. There was long pause on the line, and I knew she hadn't rehearsed herself before to call me. Then she whispered.
"We have you listed asa reference for Nicholas Jerry Jonas-" My whole body froze as I waited for her to continue.
"He's in the hospital" She said choked up. I dropped the phone and fell to the floor. My fall made a father loud thump, and I heard my father walk up the stairs concerened.
"Miley?" He asked shocked to find my staring wide eyes on the ground, then he picked up the phone and understood. I didn't listen to their conversation, but somehow I felt I already knew. I didn't want to hear, I wanted to be as far away from the real world as possible. My dad knelt down to one knee and stroked my tear stained face.
"Is Nicky okay?" I asked looking in his eyes to fijnd them coal black with fear. His silence was the final confromation that everything was not okay, everything was not okay...