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11. The Truth

I didn't remember most about the night before, and I wasn't sure if I wanted to. Nick didn't mention it and I was kind of glad. He never let me out of his sight, and in a way I was glad but I also needed my own personal space. It had been a week since I hadn't seen my family and I was missing them terribly. I just wanted some alone time to cry and let every emotion I had inside of me out but I didn't want to do it infront of Nick. So I had to keep it all inside, and I knew that soon enough I was going to explode and someone was going to get hurt.

"Are you okay?" Nick asked me for the tenth time that day as we sat in the park.

"Yes." I replied bitterly, my teeth gritted.

"Whats up?" Nick stroked my arm and touched my face.

"Nothing," I said grabbing his hand and removing it from my face. "I'm fine, just stop asking."

"Sorry." He said, his eyes glued to me.

"Stop looking at me." I hollered at him. I turned around so my back was facing him. I hated having him place all his attention on me. Making sure I was fine. Safe.

"I'm sorry, it's just .. " But he didn't carry on, he just turned around and wrapped his arms around his knees. "I just want to make sure you're okay and safe. Thats all." He whispered into the wind.

"Yeah but Nick. I can look after myself. I really do appreciate it and I love it but you have to give me space." I told him gently as I turned around to face him.

"Look after yourself?" He laughed. "If you can look after yourself then why did I have to save you from those guys?" He mocked.

"Just shut up!" I yelled at him. "Shut up." I stood up and brushed my trousers down and began to walk away.

"Where do you think you're going?" He called, running after me and touching my shoulder. Pulling me back towards him.

"I just need time alone." I said shrugging his hand off.

"Come back." He told me firmly, running after me. I stopped and turned to him.

"Nick. Just leave me alone." I whispered into his face. "I need to be alone right now. You aren't helping right now. Leave me." And I walked off. Leaving him standing behind. I didn't know where I was planning to go but I needed to get away. Far away from anything and be alone.

I sat in the toilet and dug my hand into the bag. Just when I was about to give up my fingers brushed it and I yanked it out. The it sat, glittering as the light hit it in my hand. I pressed the on button. My fingers hesitated over the buttons, but they knew what to do. Pretty soon I heard the ringing from his phone and the other person pick up.

"Hello?" They whispered into the reciever.

"Jackson?" I asked, tears suddenly spilling out of my eyes. It felt so good to hear his voice.

"Miley, is that you?" They asked in disbelief. I couldn't speak, the tears were taking over my every move and word.

"Yeah." I blubbered out.

"Miley. Oh my god, Miley. Dad! Dad!" They yelled into the phone. I quickly lifted my hand and wiped the tears away.

"Oh Miley. Baby where are you?" My dad screamed down the phone with joy. "I've missed you. Baby come home."

"Daddy. I love you." I cried into the phone. "I-I-I .. " But I couldn't finish the sentence.

"Tell me where you are, I'll come get you."

"I don't know where I am," I admitted, embarassed.

"Come on baby girl. You gotta tell me, you need to come back home."

"But I don't," I wept into the phone. I buried my head into my free hand. "Dad, will you tell me what happened? Between our family and his?"

"Not now. It isn't the time, I gotta find you."

"But I want to know please," I begged into the phone.

"Okay, only if you tell me where you are afterwards. Or where you think you are."

"Yeah." I sniffed.

"Well his mother, Denise, and yours were best friends ever since they were they were your age. Maybe even younger." He paused. "She was there the night your mother died." A small gasp escaped from my mouth, but I let him continue. "Well they were in the car coming home from dinnfer together and they started arguing. It doesn't matter what about but Denise said something to your mother she turned around to hit her and the car slipped and the other car crashed into her side." He stopped and I heared him crying.

"I love you Dad," I whispered before hanging up and running to find Nick. It didn't take me long to notice the curly hair sitting in the spot where I'd left.

"You knew didn't you!" I screamed as I approached him. He turned around, his face clueless so I continued. "You knew that your mother was there and if it hadn't of been for her mines would still be alive."

"Woah," he stopped up and approached me. "It was not my mums fault. Yours was the one who took her hands off the wheel."

"But your mum obviously said something to make her go and hit her. My mum would NEVER hit someone, even if they were out of order. Only if they done something terribly wrong." I put my face right up to his, our lips inches apart and our noses just touching.

"Well my mum wasn't the one driving. Anyway it don't matter to me, my mum isn't ... " He flung his hand over his mouth to stop the rest of the sentence coming out but I knew what he was about to say.

"What? Your mum isn't dead? Your right, she isn't. Lucky you ahh," and I walked off. The tears dripping angrily from my blue eyes. The sun burning down on my skin, I could hear him yelling my name but I ignored him. I stormed off, taking my pride with me but leaving my heart behind. I had no idea where I was going or even where I was. I didn't want to go home, I couldn't face seeing my family or his but I had no where to go. So I just walked until I would find somewhere to sleep. I had no idea who I was meant to be now and who I was going to be. I had nothing, except a few belongings. I had no money, no life anymore and now no Prince Charming. In a moment my whole world had turned upside down and for once I felt scared and alone. Thoughts ran through my head but none were a plan on what I was going to do. So I walked. I walked and walked, praying God will help me out after everything I've done. Praying he'll save me and help me find a place where I'd be able to stay for the night. Praying he'll help me get my feet back on the ground. I prayed even harder, begging him to heal my broken heart. It's wound weeping, poisoning my blood. Making me weaker and weaker as I walked away from him.