"Miley... Miley..," the voice came closer and closer. It was also louder.
When Miley heard the voice clearly, she felt dejavu. Could it be someone she knew? But who? Maybe someone frome the past? Could it be Mom?
"Darlin' there's no need to be scared," said the voice.
Miley remembered. It WAS her mom. She would always say those words whenever Miley was nervous. She broke down into tears and opened the door. There was nothing there.
Was Miley hallucinating? Could the killings be affecting her mind now?
"Mom..," Miley whispered. "Why am I imagining crazy things? Mom's not alive.. I'm so stupid. Well, I have to go talk to Mickayla."
Miley looked around for her bike and then remembered that some crazy people stole it at the studio, so she walked her way there.
Diamond Road was apart of a neighborhood where a million celebrities lived in. Mickayla's house was big. It was purple, too. Miley walked to the porch. She knocked.
A lady in tattered clothing answered the door. To Miley's estimate, she looked around the ages 30-50 years old.
"Hi, is Mickayla here?" Miley asked in a small voice.
The woman looked confused. "Who are you looking for?"
"Mickayla. The popstar," Miley answered in an unsure voice. Was this the right house?
"Sorry, but the only people that live here are Betsee Turner, Betsee's mom, and me. We don't have no popstar livin' in this here old house. Maybe you's got the wrong address."
Right when the woman was closing the door, Miley grabbed it. "May I speak to Betsee?"
"Hmm? Oh, yes. She'll be right down." The woman went in and called,"Mistress Betsee! A visitor!"
Miley heard footsteps coming down stairs. There was Betsee.
Betsee was a teenage girl, probably 17. Her curly, brown hair came down to her shoulders. She wore black high-tops and a yellow sundress. She was chewing a green piece of gum.
"Uh, who's you?" Betsee asked.
"I'm Miley. Are you Betsee?"
"Who else would I be? You know, if you're playin' with me, just get out."
"No! I just wanted to know if there was someone named Mickayla in your house."
Betsee chewed her gum for 5 long seconds and went in to get her mom.
A young woman came out. She looked a lot like her daughter. "So you're looking for a Mickayla?"
"Yes," Miley was tired of answering questions. Would this lady get another person?
"Here. Sit down with me." She sat on the concrete.
Miley obeyed.
"First of all, to answer your question, we do have a Mickayla. You were looking for the singer, right?"
"Mhmm."
"Yeah, well she kind of works here. I don't know how to explain it better, but she's like a slave. I don't treat her that well, but she works to earn her freedom. Her parents dropped her off here when she was just 1 month old. I had custody of her, but I didn't want anyone in the house to know about her so I made her stay in the garage all the time. No one goes there. Mickayla keeps it neat and tidy down there. She's probably sleeping because she's tired, but I can go get her for you, if you want me to."
"Can you get her? I have a problem to discuss with her."
"Oh, yes! She'll go out through the garage door."
Miley waited outside and thought of what the woman had said. It just didn't seem right. She put on her wig she stuffed in her bag.
Mickayla came out and jumped when she saw Miley. "Oh, my gosh... How'd you get here?!"
"Remember? 'Visit That Celeb's House?'"
Mickayla gasped. "So do you know about my whole story?"
"Yeah. I'm really sorry."
"Wait, why are you sorry? There's no need to be sorry. I'm not treated badly. She's a mom to me. It's not like I'm some kind of kid she hates. Don't talk about the things you don't know."
"I'm sorry about what I said, then. OK? I just came here to discuss the killings. The murders."
"Oh. OK. Shoot."
"You see, when I got out of a taxi that dropped me off in front of the hospital, I tripped on a box. In that box, there was a note. And under the box, there was a burnt picture of me. Explain."
"OK, I don't know when box you're talking about, I don't know any note, and I don't know about the burnt picture of you. There. See ya."
"No wait!"
"What?!"
"Just admit it. Please?"
"Admit what??! A ticket?"
"No! Admit that you killed my family and Lilly."
"Look, lil' girl, I DIDN'T KILL ANYONE, REPEAT, I. DIDN'T. KILL. ANYONE. OK?"
Miley broke down into tears right then and there. She looked like a baby, but she didn't care.
The garage door slammed. Mickayla was gone. That's when Miley had an idea. She didn't know why she couldn't have thought of it earlier.
THE CCTV. It could've caught EVERYTHING on tape in the hospital!
With all her might, Miley ran as fast as she could to the hospital. When she entered, she saw Oliver again. But this time, he wasn't breathing.