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Walking across the hall my body exhausted, knocking three times on the door I fall against the door frame until a smiling Demi opens the door and lets me into her shared home with Selena. Without asking I cross the wood floor onto the linoleum and open the shiny still new looking stainless steel fridge grabbing a red bull from the door I cross the home again and slump down into their cool deep brown leather couch. Demi is already waiting across from me, in her own smaller version of the couch I've fallen into. "She finally called." I let out, my voice sounding hoarse I didn't realize it sounded so sickly and tired until this moment.
She lets out a breath I hadn't noticed she was holding. "Oh thank goodness." She places her right hand over her heart; the signs of worry are suddenly on her face. Before they weren't so noticeable, hidden beneath a well trained façade, now the deep purple under her eyes pops from her face, along with several other signs.
"It took her one week, three days, four hours and thirteen minutes but she finally called. All she said was that he found a home in Indiana way out in the country, in some small unmapped town. When I asked her how I was supposed to find her, all she said was that if I wanted to I could. Then she hung up." I finished the red bull in one last gulp and then crumpled the can in my hand.
"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Demi pulled at her short black locks then rested her face in her hands shaking her head back and forth. Her legs were pulled up to her chest, her overly large sweats engulfing her body. I have never seen her look so incredibly frail.
I was certain that her family knew where she was since the moment she left, I had made one call to Billy Ray the day she left; all he told me was to follow my heart. "I know exactly what she means, she and I both know that nothing will change until she lives out this fantasy for a bit. It is who she is, I could go there today and she wouldn't let me in the house, I would wind up in some hotel." I stop for a moment, to steady myself, I can quickly feel the words beginning to spill out faster than I can process. "Miley knows that we have some sort of connection beyond belief she could find me if I was a needle in a hay stack, and I can find her even if she is in some un-mapped town in Indiana. It's who we are Dem." I shrug my shoulders, or more attempt. I haven't slept more than thirty minutes a night since she left.
"Well your little connection is sweet and all. But it puts the rest of us through hell worrying about her. Nick she is almost seven months pregnant." Her face shot up between her hands, he 'arms resting on her knees. Tears on the brim of overflowing, this is not a Demi anyone usually sees. She keeps herself lively and together, the sprit that can lift us all when we are falling.
My entire body hardens at the mention of the baby. "I'm aware Demi, it's my kid remember? But she is a force of her own and I can't stop her. You think I haven't tried. The most I can do is let this run its course; I've known her long enough to know that. I have barely slept since she left, so while I know the rest of you are worried. I'm her fucking husband so trust me I fucking understand!" My voice tries to rise to a yell, but there is nothing left in me to make that kind of noise. Instead my body settles on tears, as I fall into a horizontal position on the couch in another failed attempt at sleep.
Flashback:
As the elevator door opened, suddenly my heart skipped a beat. Everything stopped I couldn't get off the elevator and go visit him, what the hell am I thinking? But then the elevator dinged and started to close the doors again, and without even thinking I jumped out of the elevator. I looked at the door next to the elevator and walked towards it, ready to just knock and visit my best friends. Then stopped cursing myself, needing to grow a pair I turned and was then facing two doors. One would lead to me to my best friend in the entire world, someone who would also tell me to get out and go next door where he knew I was headed. So I took a deep breath and approached the other door, knocking only once before waiting for it to open.
"Miley, hi." Nick looked more surprised than I expected to see me. It wasn't like he didn't know I had moved in upstairs.
"Howdy neighbor." I turned on my southern accent and charm and I stepped around him into his apartment. Knowing how my southernism and slight pushiness always made him smile hoping that this would ease the awkwardness.
He closed the door behind me and reached his right arm up then back down to rub at his dark perfectly kept locks as a slight grin spread across his face. "So you are all moved in now? Right upstairs right?" He was looking at the floor, "So that means that we all live here on the same two floors that's pretty awesome. And you live next to Kevin? It's really good you guys settled everything then…" He trailed off obviously not sure of what to do or say.
I kept trying to figure out why this was so uncomfortable for us, nothing came to mind. "Yupp, I went and saw him a few hours into moving in. But you are right it would be awful if he still hated me. But that was so many years ago…." This is going to lead to a trip down memory lane I don't need. "Well I just wanted to come say hello to you. I mean gosh it has been a while since we talked. But I actually have a date so I need to get going." I gave Nick a quick squeeze as I walked out of his house and back towards the elevator. Trying to shake the thought that nick had frowned at the mention of my date…
It has been one month, two weeks, three days, four hours and seventeen minutes since I last had a real conversation with my husband. New Jersey, was good for us, how can he not see that Indiana will be just as good? Doesn't he remember all those times we would sneak away to places we knew the paparazzi could never find us, places the whole world would never see and just be us. It is what I search for with every breath. Looking up at the wide open ceiling of my new "home" I lose my breath. Which really causes a problem a millisecond later as the doorbell, that I was unaware I had, rings loudly throughout the spacious home. Shrilling repeatedly, as my baby creates a new choreographed dance beneath my skins' surface and I shuffle my way towards the door. When my hand hits the cool door knob I stop, for such a brief second most people wouldn't even notice, wondering if Nick has already managed to find me. Wondering if he is really stupid enough to come to my rescue so soon, knowing very well I will kick him out the second I open the door. Then my body keeps moving, swinging the door towards my body to reveal a familiar face in an unfamiliar world. A face that has shown up so many times before at my door, never in this circumstance though.
"Hey beauty queen." The husky voice greets me with my unwanted nickname, "Remember a few weeks ago when I told you I needed change, well I think moving here is just what I was looking for." He shrugs, and leans in to hug me tightly and comforting even my stomach agrees. "Whoa there little man." He places his hand on my stomach, only then it is I notice the massive amount of suitcases sitting on my front porch.
"Hey, what makes you think it's a boy?" I ask placing my hands on my hips. In a very motherly pose I notice. I choose to ignore the suit cases, knowing him staying only makes sense.
"Because, you my dear; need another man in your life to take you for a spin. You have been training your whole life." He states matter-of-factly, only the slightest of smiles hidden on his tattoo covered face.
"TRACE CYRUS!" Is I all can manage before I let out a fit of laughter, knowing just how right he is.