Sunday Night

Mileys POV

Tonight was lots of fun,I hung out with the girls. But now I had to go the to the one place I was dreading to go to. Home.
I walked through the doors, straight up to my room,and put on a pair of shorts and a tank top. Planning on just lying down,but not falling asleep. But of course I did. It felt like 2 minutes later someone was shaking me violently. My eyes flew open,and I saw my mom.
''Miley,I have to go to the hospital.'' She said frantically. I immediately sat up in my bed. ''What happened?'' I asked afraid of what she might say. ''It's back.'' She whispered. I felt the tears prickling in the corners of my eyes,protesting to be released. I shook my head very quickly,
hoping that somehow I was dreaming. I got out of bed,and pulled on a pair of sweats. ''Lets go.'' I murmured,as we made our way downstairs.

Joes POV

I was lying in bed trying to fall asleep,but I saw headlights flashing through my window. Curious,I peeked through and saw Noah,Miley,and her mom pulling out of their driveway. It was late,and I hoped everything was okay. As I slid my eyes shut,I heard my phone vibrate. Taking it off my night stand,I saw a unfamiliar number flash on the screen. I slowly answered it. ''Hello?'' I asked. ''Hello,this is General Hospital and we would like to inform you that Kevin Jonas has been involved in a accident.'' Thats all I needed to hear,before I grabbed some jeans and headed for the door. I paused when I passed Nicks room,deciding on whether I should tell him to come with me. I'll just leave him a not.
I quickly scribbled down words on a piece of paper and slipped it under Nicks door. As I made my way over to my car.

Mileys POV

Soon enough we got to the hospital,as I made my way to the front desk. ''Excuse me do you know what room-..'' They cut me off.
''Your Cyrus right?'' I nodded my head as they pointed to the elevator. ''Floor 2 room 1101.'' I nodded again,as I went to tell my mom.
''Miles? You think you could go to the room by yourself,Noah has to use the restroom.'' My mom asked. Once again I nodded. I didn't feel like talking. Period. I pressed on the elevator button,and a few seconds later it opened in front of me. Revealing a familiar face.
Keeping my hair in front of my face,and silently praying to God that the person didn't see me I made my way into the elevator as they stepped out. I pressed number 2,and felt the elevator move up. When the elevators doors opened I made my way down through them.
1099,1100,1101. I opened the door slowly,and could feel the tears slowly coming back. I felt someones presence behind me,thinking it was my mom I turned around only to be faced with a doctor. ''Hello,you must be the daughter.'' I nodded my head slowly. ''I'm so sorry,
but your fathers cancer is back.'' The docter looked at me symptatically. Cancer. The only word I can't say. Those 6 letters were deadly,
and they were slowly killing my father piece by piece.

Flashback

6 years;
''Dad!'' I yelled running towards him my genuine Miley smile plastered on my face.
He chuckled at me and hugged me with welcomed arms. ''Hey,Smiley.'' He said.
I layed my head against his jeans pocket. I was so short at the time,that was the only place my head could touch.
''What are we gonna do today Daddy?'' I asked,jumping up in down.
''Well I don't about you,but I think its been a long while since the tickle monster came for a visit!'' My dad started tickling my sides,
and I started to laugh uncontrollably.
'''' I chocked out,having the time of my life.

12 years;
I sat on my Dads lap as him,me and my mom and all my best friends sat around the table for my Birthday.
Dad guided my hand,onto the knife as we both slowly pushed down on the cake. We were surrounded by cheers,and hollers.
''Hey,Smiley you got something on your nose?'' He whispered in my ear.
''Whats that?'' I asked,and felt icing being placed onto my nose.
As everyone in the room giggled. I laughed a long to.

16 years;

''Okay Miles,gently push your foot down on the petal.'' I nodded.
''Like this?'' I asked as the car started to move beneath us.
''Perfect,you can go down a little harder.'' He smirked.
I did what he said,and felt myself gaining control of the car.
''I'm doing it dad! I'm actually driving a car.'' I smiled a genuine Smiley Miley.
''Your doing great Miles.''

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I sat down on the chair,across from my dads bed. ''You know dad,I've been thinking back on the past.'' I took a deep breath as I continued. ''And I can't see my life without you.I know its all in Gods hands now,I just wanted to say thank you. Thank you being a great dad. Thank you being my best friend.'' I wiped away the tears,and grabbed his hand.
It was cold,it reminded me of death. But I needed to be more positive than that. ''You survived this once,I know you can do it have faith,for me.'' I rested my head lightly against his shoulder. ''Miles?'' I looked up and saw him staring back down at me. ''Destiny.'' I was surprised my dad never called me by my birth name. ''That's exactly what you are,your the light in this world filled of darkness. You give me that hope,to live.'' He sighed,and continued talking. ''Don't be scared,Miley.
I used to always wonder if their was someone out there who just planned everything out. Everything,your life,your death. I think of that person as the author,the author of the story. My story in this case. The author knows what he's doing Miles, hes not gonna mess up this chapter.'' I smiled,at his words it really got me thinking. Was there really someone that planned out your life; someone that knew what you would eat,wear? When you would live,die? I really hope this guy knows what hes doing.

Nicks POV

I couldn't sleep,something just didn't feel right. It was like my mom was trying to tell me something. Something was wrong.
I sat up in my bed,and noticed a note on the ground. Curious, I stood up and read the note. I knew it. Quickly putting on clothes,
I grabbed my dad's car keys and drove to the hospital.

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