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Translations: Everything with a * behind it will be translate on the end of the chapter :)
You don't understand what is is,
but it makes me tick.
Miley scrambled around her and Demi's room, picking up random things and shoving them into the black and pink bookbag in her hands. She and Demi would have their first day of highschool, and she was still trying to find her notepad. She finally found it lying on her bed, underneath a shirt. She dumped it into her bag and quickly zipped it close, rushing out the door. But before she could pass the threshold, she bumped into something, making her fall backwards.
But before she could make an impact with the floor, a pair of arms grabbed her around her waist. She gasped, her closed eyes flying open as the bag fell from her hands, her now free hands pushed against the person while a scream emmited from her throat. She stumbled backwards, tripping over her booksbag. With a loud shriek and a bang she collapsed against the floor.
"Oh damn, are you alright?" A voice asked from above her, and Miley scrambled away as a hand appeared infront of her. "Miley?"
The girl looked up, her grey eyes staring into the brown ones of Nick, who was still holding his hand out towards her. She nodded her head quickly, pushing herself up from the ground. She brushed her clothes off, grabbing her bag before brushing past him quickly. He couldn't turn around quickly enough, as she was already down the stairs as soon as he did turn around. "There's something really wrong with that girl." He muttered before closing the door behind him, following Miley down the stairs.
He found her and Demi whispering to eachother. Miley pulled away from her ear, and Demi looked at her with wide eyes. The brunette bit her lip and nodded her head, looking down as soon as she saw him enter the room. Her mouth moved, and Demi's eyes only grew bigger. An exclamation of; 'Nee!(*)' had Miley slam her hand across her best friend's mouth. He could vaguely hear her say something, but seeing as she spoke Flemish, he could not understand her.
Nick was ripped from his staring by Joe rushing past him, his bookbag slamming into his side. "Joe!" He growled, turning around to watch his brother grab his car keys from the table against the hallway wall. He huffed when he heard his brother yell: 'I'm driving!' as he dissapeared through the door. He turned back around to look at the two girls, who were placing his mother's paper lunchbags into their backpacks. "You're coming? because he will drive off without us if we don't hurry up."
Demi nodded and grabbed onto Miley's arm, who jumped slightly but allowed her best friend to pull her along till they reached a silver car. She quickly ducked inside while Demi got in on the other side. She sat down, pulled her seatbelt on and placed her bag onto her lap, her hands gripping at it tightly as the car began to drive off. "Is het te laat om nog terug naar huis te gaan? Zeg me dat het niet te laat is om nog terug naar huis te gaan!(2*)" Miley looked at Demi, her eyes begging. She didn't notice Nick turn his head so he could see her from the rearview mirror.
"Miley." Demi sighed in annoyance. "Als je hier niet naartoe had gewild, was dan niet op dat vliegtuig gestapt!(3*)"
"Ik had lekker veel keus wil je zeggen! Jij en mam hebben me gedwongen!(4*)" Her breathing became heavier, and Demi noted that. Her brown eyes softened slightly as she looked on at Miley. "Ik wil naar huis.(5*)" Her eyes darted from left to right. "Ik wil naar huis Demi!(5*)" She shrieked, which caused Joe to swerve a little and take a quick glance in his rearview mirror at her. Nick just turned around in his seat fully, looking slightly alarmed. But her breathing became even heavier and quicker, and Demi's eyes widened. "Demi!"
"Er is niks dat ik kan doen Miley!(6*)" Her eyes widened as her best friend's face began to pale slightly. "Fuck!" She unbuckled her seatbelt, scooting over to her. "Stop the car!" When Joe just glanced at her, an odd look on his face, she screamed again. "Stop the damn car, now!" Joe turned the wheel, pulling towards the side of the road and coming to a halt a few seconds later. Demi threw herself across Miley's lap and bookbag, throwing the cardoor open so Miley could escape.
The brunette stumbled out of the car, falling onto her knees on the pavement. She gagged, a tear sliding down her face. She gagged again, but did not vomit. Demi was by her side in a flash, followed by a much taller figure.
"What the fuck just happened?" She could hear Joe ask to Demi. Demi said something to him, but she couldn't hear what as her gag reflex kicked in again. She looked at Demi, who was kneeling besides her.
"Ik heb hulp nodig.(7*)" She hiccuped before collapsing against the floor, tears streaming down her face at a rapid pace. "Ik kan dit niet alleen.(8*)"
-x
"Talk."
Demi just stared at Joe and Denise, who were standing infront of her. She bit her lips, her eyes traveling towards the door that led from the livingroom to the hallway. "I can't." She whispered, a tear slipping down her face. "I promised I wouldn't tell anyone." She looked down at her lap, where she was twisting her fingers. "I just can't!" She looked up again, more tears gathering in her eyes.
"Honey," Denise spoke softly, sitting next to Demi on the couch, her arm draping across the blackhead's shoulders. "this is about Miley's health. If you don't tell us what's wrong, we can't do anything to help her."
"As if I don't know that!" She shook her head, burying her face in her hands. "But I promised! I can't just break a promise like that!" She looked up again, black traces of her mascara running down her cheeks. "I've tried to help, I really did. But nothing seems to reach her!" Her head snapped to look at the door when she heard a scream she had heard thousands of times before. She bolted up to her feet, racing throgh the door and up the stairs. "Miley!" She stumbled, but reached the top of the stairs without falling. She threw the door open, revealing Miley and Nick.
Miley was sitting in the space between her bed and nightstand, her legs tucked to her chest, and her head burried in her knees. Nick was infront of her on his knees, trying in all his might to calm the brunette down. But every time he touched her knee, or any part of her for that matter, a scream would erupt from her throat. "Nick, get away from her!" But the curlyhead just turned to look at her, his brown eyes flashed something that Demi only could identify as some kind of hurt. "Nick, you're scaring her! Get away from her!" But it was as if the boy was frozen into place. So the black haired girl grabed his shoulder, dragging him away by pulling on his shirt.
She pulled him away from the shaking brunette a good few feet before she fell to her knees next to her, speaking a quiet voice. "Het is goed Miley, het is 'm niet. Het is Nick maar.(9*)" Miley looked up at er, dark circles underneath her eyes from her leaking mascara, and her eyes bloodshot red. "Hij kan je hier helemaal niks doen. Hij zit in België, achter slot en grendel. Hij zal je nooit meer wat doen, dat beloof ik je.(10*)"
"Dat is een belofte die je niet kan houden Dems, en dat weet je.(11*)" Her voice was hoarse as she spoke, and she had to repeat a few words before she could finally say them right. "Je weet dat zodra ie vrij komt, hij me komt zoeken.(11*)"
"Dan blijven we hier,(12*)" Demi simply said, her eyes staring into Miley's. "Je weet dat je ouders alles zullen doen om er zeker van te zijn dat je veilig bent. Zelfs als dat betekent dat je in Amerika moet blijven.(12*)" A sob escaped from Miley and she threw her arms around Demi's neck, hugging her tightly and sobbing into her body. "Ik beloof je dat hij nooit meer bij je in de buurt komt. Ookal doe ik mijzelf pijn.(13*)" She hugged the sobbing girl back just as tight.
"Hij zal me vinden Demi! Hij wist me altijd te vinden! Het maakt niet uit of ik hier ben verdomme!(14*)"
Buit you wish you.
You're always second guess, wondering.
(*): 'No!'
(2*): 'Is it too late to go back home? Tell me it's not too late to go back home!
(3*): ' If you didn't want to go here you shouldn't have stepped in that plane!'
(4*): 'As if I had a say in it! You and mom forced me!'
(5*): 'I wanna go home.' 'I wanna go home Demi!'
(6*): 'There's nothing I can do Miley!'
(7*): 'I need help.'
(8*): 'I can't do this on my own.'
(9*): 'It's alright Miley, it's not him. It's only Nick.'
(10*): 'He can't hurt you're here. He's in Belgium, behind bars. He will never hurt you again, I promise you that.'
(11*): 'That's a promise you can't keep Dems, and you know that.' 'You know that as soon as he get released, he will come look for me.'
(12*): 'Then we'll stay here,' 'You know that your parent will do anything to be sure you're safe. Even if that means we have to stay in America.'
(13*) 'I promise you that he will never get close to you. Even if I hurt myself.'
(14*): 'He will find me Demi! He always found knew how to find me! It doesn't matter if I'm here godammit!'