"Ok, so what about this one?" Miley said, stepping out of her closet and twirling around in her cheetah print dress that ended mid-thigh. She smiled excitedly, waiting for Demi to answer.

"Cute," Demi mumbled, picking at her nails. She'd been with Miley all morning and honestly, she didn't want to be there.

Miley sighed. She hounded Demi all morning to hang with her and when she caved in Miley thought they were finally getting somewhere but Demi seemed to be very uninterested all day.

"I guess I'll wear this then," Miley finally decided on the 13th outfit she had tried on. She was extremely excited about tonight. It was Sunday which meant her and Mr. Carter's Sunday dinner but this time not only was she bringing Nick along, Jonah was coming as well. "You know, you can come with, if you want," Miley offered, glancing over at Demi as she stepped into her black sandals.

"I already have plans, " Demi stood up from Miley's bed and started walking out.

"Wait," Miley said hurriedly, rushing behind her, "What are you doing tonight?"

"Just hanging with some friends."

"What friends?"

"Katy and some other people," Demi shrugged, getting annoyed.

"What?" Miley asked confused, "Since when are you friends with Katy?"

Demi shrugged as she lifted her purse onto her shoulder and headed for the door, "Don't wait up," and with that the door slammed behind her, leaving a very confused Miley on the other side.

"I think he likes it," Nick chuckled, as him and Miley watched Jonah staring at the mansion that looked down on them.

Jonah gaped at house, more like a castle to him. Hell, it was one, "This. Is. So. Cool!" Jonah yelled, excitedly, "Let's go in!" he grabbed both his dad's and Miley's hand and pulled them along.

"This place is huge!" Jonah's smile grew wider as he stood in the middle of the voyeur, "Dad, do you know all of the cool stuff we could do here? Sliding down the stairs, throwing footballs in the house. It's a dream."

"Glad you like it," Mr. Carter laughed as he walked down the flight of stairs. When he made it to the bottom Miley went over and hugged him then kissed his cheek.

"This is Jonah, Nick's son," Miley introduced.

Jonah smiled at the much older man, "Your house is awesome!"

The adults laughed, "There's more," Mr. Carter said, starting to give Jonah a tour.

Miley and Nick followed behind them, hands intertwined, "They like each other," Miley giggled.

"It's kind of like looking at the past and future," Nick chuckled, watching the two interact with smiles on their faces.

After many laughs - thanks to Jonah, and many stories - thanks to Mr. Carter, it was time to leave. Miley looked at the time on her cell and noticed they were leaving a lot earlier then what the normal time was. Well, Mr. Carter did say he was tired and now he was headed up to bed.

"Bye, I love you," Miley said, as Nick helped Jonah put on his jacket.

"Love you to sweaty," Mr. Carter said hoarsely, slowing walking up the stairs as his hand that was holding onto the rail shook.

As Nick opened the door, starting to let Jonah and Miley exit first, a disturbing cough echoed through the room. They all jerked their head over to Mr. Carter who was now on both of his knees coughing into his right hand.

Miley immediately rushed over to him, she didn't worry about tripping as she ran up the stairs. She kneeled down beside him and placed her right hand on his back. Her eyes started welling up with tears as she saw blood running down the hand he was violently coughing into to.

Miley sat in a plain, suffocating hospital room, aimlessly looking down at the shiny tile floor. Her face was stained with dried tears which made her skin seem stiff.

The world had stopped when she sat and listened to Doctor Robison explain Mr. Carter's condition. Everything seemed to go in slow motion and now she was just stuck. Stuck in her own thoughts. She hadn't been able to speak with Mr. Carter at all. Nick rushed them to the hospital and now here she was sitting in front of his hospital bed that he was asleep in, or she thought he was asleep.

She was grateful to have Nick in this situation. He didn't leave her but he had to stay in the hospitals cafeteria with Jonah since there was a strict amount of visitors aloud at a time.

Snapping her out of her thoughts was the rustling of the thin, pale blue hospital bed sheets that Mr. Carter was wrapped in. Seeing his eyes open and them lock gazes, made Miley feel sadness, confusion, sympathy, anger.

Mr. Carter tried to smile to lightened up the mood but his muscles felt heavy and sore. He didn't want Miley to find out this way. Just looking at her exhausted, withered state made his heart clench.

"Miley…"

"Why?" Miley said, cutting him off through clenched teeth. She closed her eyes trying to stop the flood of tears that were getting ready to burst, "Why didn't you tell me," she sobbed as her voice cracked into a whisper.

Mr. Carter hated seeing her like this and knowing he was the reason this time made it a million times harder to watch, "I couldn't."

There was a silence. Miley felt a fresh tear slowly roll down her cheek, "How long have you known?"

How could he answer that question. He knew the answer would break her heart even more.

"How long?" Miley repeated more strongly, intensely looking into the old man's weathered eyes.

"A year," he stated, regretting it when he saw the cascade of tears flow from her ocean blue eyes.

She violently wiped at her cheek, "When were you going to tell me!"

"Soon. I promise," he said, telling the truth. He was planning on telling her the next time they were alone.

"I love you," she cried, with a watery quiver. She walked over to the bed and crawled in with him. She threw her arms around his waist and sobbed into his chest, "I love you."

All Mr. Carter could do was hold onto her for dear life. He kissed the top of her hair and ignored the tears that were now rolling down his face.

"GO! GO! GO! GO!" The guys chanted, pumping their fists into the air as Demi and Katy raced to see who could finish their 5 lines of cocaine first.

Demi won and leaned her head back, laughing obnoxiously loud, but bothered no one in the room.

Jessie came over to intoxicated brunette and yanked her up by her arm, "Come with me," he whispered into her ear, biting the lobe. He pulled her to his bedroom, never giving her a chance to respond.

"What are we going to do?" Demi laughed, looking around.

Jesse came up behind her and placed his hands on her waist, starting to raise up her shirt. He kissed and licked at the exposed curve that connected her shoulder blade and neck, "Were going to have fun."

Demi giggled again, turning around to face him, "I love fun."

"Good," he violently smashed his lips onto hers, smirking when she started kissing back. Roughly, he pushed her onto the bed when the back of her knees made contact with the edge.

Towering over her, Jesse peeled off his black V-Neck and began unbuckling his jeans. He put both of his knees at her sides and started sucking and biting at her neck. Then he jerked her jeans off and harshly shoved his hand into her panties before tearing them off of her legs.

Once he freed himself of all of his clothes he pushed her legs apart and jarred into her.

Demi grunted in pain, "Wait," she croaked hoarsely, turning her head from side to side trying to stop the room from spinning. She started lightly pushing at his chest, "I want to stop."

He ignored her and slammed into her faster and harder, making her scream and start punching him harder, "STOP!" she yelled through her tears, "Please," she whispered, exhausted and gave up.

But he didn't.

Miley trudged into the hospitals cafeteria. Her eyes were puffy and red and she had stained mascara around her eyes. She spotted Nick at a table in the corner with his head in his hands but no Jonah.

"Where's Jonah?" Miley asked, her voice barely able to escape past her lips.

Nick jumped out of his seat at her words and rushed to the other side of the table where she stood, "My mom came and got him," just like Mr. Carter, the sight of Miley made his heart break. She looked so helpless and lost, "Oh Miley," he said, pulling her into him. He kissed the top of her head and squeezed her tighter when he felt her tears seep through his shirt.

Not letting go of her, he pulled a seat out from under a table and sat down in it, bringing Miley on top of his lap. He ignored the attention they recieved from some of the workers and the little amount of patients that sat at the other tables.

"He's dying," Miley sobbed into his neck as her fragile body shook.

"Shh," he cooed into her ear, rubbing her hair soothingly.

A/N: Emotional? I told you guys there was going to be a lot of drama and there is still more to come. I hope you guys like it, I am actually nervous about the reviews for this chapter. Give me some critism. Weird to be asking for that? But I did work hard on the hospital scene for this and the rape scene. But anything that you see I need to improve on or that could have made this better would be very much appreciated or any suggestions that you want to happen or predictions on what you think will happen :) So please review! :)