Tears rolled down Miley's face, her palms were sweaty, and her stomach churned uneasily. She pulled them open, terrified to look down.
"Hold a grip, Miles. I'm right here to catch you!"
"B-but I'm scared!" She felt the rock peel one of her hands off, as she tried to keep herself from falling off the edge of the ten feet boulder. The other hand began slipping, she grasped it with her shaking hands. She held on tightly, as her life began to flash before her eyes.
The water below looked so deep and sinking worthy. The waves crashed, and a chill ran down her spine. She whimpered as her body began falling. The speed of the fall seemed to go on forever.
"Trust me, don't grab on to anything." Nick words soaked in her brain, she felt dizzy and vulnerable.
She listened to him, as he tumbled back and caught her from falling into the ocean depths. She curled her body around him, soaking his flannel shirt with wet, hot tears. He whispered into her ear," I got you, it's okay; you're fine."
"I love you," Her voice came below a whisper but he still heard it,"
He looked her in the eyes," No. you don't mean it."
Miley's chest heaved upset as she lunged at her pillow. Her sobs broke the sound inside her pillow. Sweat clamped on her neck, she twisted her hand around the wipe it away. Her face was red. It was the cause of heartbreak and crying herself to sleep. She glanced around remembering the nightmare she just wanted to forget.
The concert went terrible. Her and Nick's duet was the worst of all. She struggled putting a brave and happy face, and tried her best not to breakdown right on stage. In front of him. Too make the hurt in his eyes more and more visible. If that was possible. It tore her heart right out of her chest to see the pain within his eyes. It felt even worse to feel her own heart burn; and smell the burning sensation through her noise and to hear it in her skull.
It hurt even more to see the horrid look in his eyes. Those milk chocolate eyes to turn to the color of ashes. To hear his unbearable cries right in the next room. They were silent. But Miley still could hear his uneven breathing, and for one second felt the sound of his heart breaking; a ripping and shredding sound. Her maybe it was the sound of the stupid sorry note Miley wrote over and over again, and tore apart.
Miley crawled out her bed, moving sluggishly to the shower. She heard the shower in the next room. Possibly Nick's shower. She turned it on with no feeling, and stripped. Miley felt ugly inside. Almost like a killer, a murder. Suppose she was. A murder of one's heart. She looked at her clothes on the floor before tossing them in the hamper. They were her concert outfit. Before forcing herself in bed that night she must have forgot to change.
The water hit her back, it was cool. Almost like Miley felt about herself. Cold; heartless. But what did not occur to her was the old saying was true. What comes around, must come back around. But she was not the villain. Whoever was the unknown-123, they were the bad guy. That was the nickname she gave for the person with the text.
Miley shuttered as the water began to feel colder. She finished up before dressing quickly. She didn't bother to comb her hair, as she pulled it in a messy bun. She shivered out and into the main room. Everyone's glances caught hers. It surprised her but should have known what to expect.
Her big sister's eyes caught hers. Brandi held them for a moment before adverting her eyes else where. Miley silently cursed herself as she greeted everyone, no emotion was held in her voice," Hello guys,"
Murmurs of hellos and different greetings was her reply in return, Brandi furrowed her eye brows skeptically. Miley pushed it aside ignoring her, but was interrupted by Brandi loosing track of her thought," Mile…" Miley shrugged her shoulders, a gave a very small smile, trying her best to ensure her she was fine. Brandi shook her head but dropped it.
Miley's phone beeped awkwardly as she pulled it out of her hoodie pocket. She flipped it open, as her eyes scanned across the screen. Her breath caught in her throat as she saw the id. The unknown-123.
Hey,
Good job. But I have another mission for you. That you must accomplish or you will be terribly sorry. So, here's the deal. Stay away from Nick. If he asks why, don't say a word about me. You wouldn't want your little Nicky-boo to get hurt. Am I right? Of course I am.
You friend.
Miley covered her mouth hiding her gasp as she shook her head in denial. That was possible. Except for the concerts. That'd be a problem. Miley slipped on her converse over her jeans and walked out of the hotel with everyone following behind her. She saw a glance of Nick; his face was pale and tear-stained. His eyes held a lifeless gaze on nothing in particular, he looked down watching his feet take off in long slow strides.
He wore his tight jeans and a blue bottom down shirt, his shirt rolled up to his elbow. His eyes blinked more than usual as he held the tears back making eye contact with Miley. His hurt face made Miley want to curl under a rock and live the rest of her life there.
A person in a hoodie caught her eyes, the person was starring straight at her, they're eyes piercing right through her. Miley tried to ignore it, as they walked out into the misty air. The sky fogged out her vision, it made her harder to focus. Miley pulled her weight up on the bus, the bus driver nodded a hello. Miley gave a slight wave before hurrying into the back of the bus.
The sound of arguing started. Miley pulled her curtain back in curiosity. She saw him. The mess of curls sat on his head like a bird's nest on the tree. His brown eyes melted into her own for a split second before his looked away. Nick was forced to stay on her bus for the night. Miley pulled her curtain back and nestled her head in her pillow; closing out the world.
The phone rang. Miley bolted up, and received it from under her pillow. She looked at the caller I.D. It was the person; she should of known.
She pressed the phone against her ear, before hearing shuffling, then a voice," Hi Miley,"
"Uh, hi…"
The snarl of ripping through teeth was heard," I'm proud of you, don't worry. We will meet very soon."
"Who are you?" Miley voice came out in a whimper. Miley pressed her hand to the phone trying to block out the sound of the person on the other end.
Demi stood in the far end, near Miley's voice listening. Demi had come done for a surprise visit, as soon as she heard about Nick and Miley's breakup.
The line went dead as Miley sobbed as quietly as possible. Demi pulled the curtain back to find a heart-retched Miley. Miley looked up self cautiously, her blue eyes flowing with tears. Demi climbed in, and wrapped her arms around Miley, she was in her lap, as she cried in the crook of Demi's neck.
"Oh, Mi," the nick name Nick gave her flooded back into her memories as they slipped through Demi's lips.
Demi stroked her hair until Miley was calm. Miley laid her head on Demi's lap as Demi hummed and soothed the breakable girl. Demi whispered," Who was that sweetie? If you don't tell me if won't get any better."
"I'm not allowed to tell anyone--he'll hurt me. He'll hurt Nick…" Miley eyes watered again with the thought of Nick being harmed.
"Who, you need to tell me, Mile. Who?"
"You have to promise you won't tell anyone…"
"Ugh, I promise. Tell Me."
Miley's eyes watered up, afraid to tell Demi about the mysterious text messages and phone calls. Miley's face turned white as a ghost as she gulped. Demi grabbed her shaking hands before Miley opened her mouth to speak but no sound came out.
"He said--he said he'd hurt Nick!" Miley gasped and began whispering," If I didn't stay away-away from Nicky, he was going to hurt him...he told me I had to break up with him," Tear after tear rolled down Miley face, the impact of the news made Demi tremble. She held onto the bed for support, her voice came out below a whisper," Who told you that Miles?"
Miley began to stutter, she felt as though her world began closing in," I don't know!!" Miley's body buckled under her, as she curled into a ball, Demi wrapped her arms around her. Miley's trembling hand reached for her phone, and slowly flipped it open. Demi reached for it, her eyes ran over the messages, her head began to shake, as tears came to her own eyes.
"This can't be happening…there's no way."
"But it's true Dem…Nick is going to get hurt. Please, I feel horrible I left him with no answers to his questions…I ran off on him without an explanation."
Tears broke loose in Miley's eyes as she shuddered violently. Her world began to crumple under her, and her body began to break, along with her heart. Her heart wasn't the only one breaking on the bus. A curly haired boy in the far corner had silent tears rolling down his face.
A person in the car next to their bus smirked and drove away.
AN- well. I hope you enjoyed it, I know depressing. I'm liking all the Niley news. How about you? Review pretty please?
