Deception (An outrage!)

Disgrace (For shame!)

He asked for trouble the moment he came

Deception (An outrage!)

Disgrace (For shame!)

Evil as plain as the scar on his face-

Miley ripped the CD out of the player and broke it in half over her knee, then she took out the whole player and tossed it against the wall. It crashed and shattered to pieces, raining down on the carpet.

“Rooooar!” Miley shrieked in absolute frustration.

She picked up a knife out of the kitchen and began hacking away at all the cushion chairs, tiny white feathers flying everywhere.

She picked up the orange-pink vase that her dad gave her as a birthday present (bless his naïve soul) and tossed it at the TV. She upended the living room table and throws a shoe through the glass sliding-room-door leading to the back yard.

Miley’s dogs were safely hidden away under her bed in her room as she went all out Lady Gaga on her home.

She wasn’t going psycho over Joe, well, maybe alittle. But what drove her over the edge was the morning news headlines:

CYRUS ATTACKS EGGENSCHWILER!

MILEY CYRUS HOMING IN ON NICK JONAS

TWO JONAS BROTHERS, ONE CYRUS

MILEY (slut) TRYING TO STEAL TWO TAKEN MEN?

MILEY CYRUS TRYS TO GET JONAS’S TO CHEAT WHILE SHE CHEAT S ON THEM

“Aaaah!” Miley yells again as she throws a kitchen stool in any direction she sees fit.

And to make matters worse for her Joe had unfollowed her on both Twitter and Instagram and blocked her from Facebook.

How can you block a fan page from another fan page?? How!!

The bastard had completely deleted her from his life! Thrown her away! Shown the world that she was a mistake he desperately wanted to forget.

Miley pulled down on her hair forcefully till her eyes stung and her hair popped out. She hears tapping on her glass window. She looks and finds 5 guys with camera and they begin to snap pictures wildly.

“Miley, doll, look over here!” one yelled.

“This would make an awesome follow up story” another said as he pressed his face against the glass.

“SECURITY!” Miley screeched as she ran from the room and hid in her bathroom.

The sobs that racked her body were endless, she panted out several breathes to keep from losing her sanity. Her phones vibrated constantly as several talk shows begged and pleaded to get her on their shows just so the little shark-demons could rip her apart on live TV.

There was also a viral video of Miley and Blanda’s fight that was streaming about 28 million hits!

Miley slids down to the bathroom floor and wailed out loud, holding her head. She racked her fingers over her face, trying to battle one pain by inflicting another on herself.

“God why me, please God why me” Miley repeats in a ragged voice. “Jesus Christ, please why me-he-ee…”

She laid there for several hours, letting the tears roll down hot and free. Her granddad always told her to let these things go, that sometimes a good cry was all one needed to empty the brain and think clearly.

Soon the tears stopped and all that was left were gasping hiccups.

Her dogs had managed to wiggle their way between the crack of the door and enter the bathroom. They whined as they saw their owner on the floor and some moved forward to lick her face.

Miley looked up in shock and rubbed the dogs head, and scratched the others ear, she’d almost fallen asleep. She managed to drag herself off the floor and look in the mirror above the sink.

‘She looked like crap’, was a compliment.

Miley ran her fingers through her hair as she looked at her atrocious complexion. She’d managed to convince Emily and Mitch that she was alright and accepted what happened yesterday.

Emily being the darling she was stayed over the night. It was when she just left that Miley went rouge and decided to turn her living room into a post-apocalyptic dead zone.

Her vision blurs as visions of long ago sweet memories come back.

You ever gonna let it grow back? Nick’s comment comes back, unwanted, to her head, his sweet boyish charm touching and his carefree attitude delightful.

You’re the girl with the hairstyle like Tweetie’s butt. Joe’s tease invaded her memory, his sexy smile evident and his playfulness on full power.

Her finger’s combed through the hair once more. Her hair had been making progress in its growth, almost reaching her shoulder even.

Miley pulls out a pair of scissors and hacks away at her hair. Ripping and throwing away the strands in her sink. When she was done her head was back to being very very short again. She’s probably have to go to the salon later to get it fixed and presentable or else little kids will run from her on the street.

Like they don’t already?

She rammed her fist into the glass.

It cracked and broke off, leaving Miley with a bloodied fist.

She ignores it.

Miley body shivers as she fights back against emotion to dark and scary for one human to handle. She maneuvers her way past her dogs and stubbles back into the room, her whole physique physically, mentally, emotionally, and spiritually beaten and drawn.

Miley dumped her sorry excuse of a self and body on her bed and lets out a long ragged breathe.

Is this what is to become of her? Sad…lonely…pathetic and ugly?

Well…some people were meant to die alone. Miley thought gloomily.

Some people were just meant to be alone, with no friend or companion to share your life with…

Suddenly memories of Miley’s engagement to Liam come flooding back. The times when she thought forever really meant forever. When he’d hold her at night and whisper all the right sweet words, the hugs, kisses and promises of a happily ever after.

Miley rammed her fist into the bed side table clock and welcomed the pain.

It was a healthy distraction.

Miley had finally come to accept the negative thoughts that’s swelled in her head and accepted the fact that life was just unfair to certain people without rhyme or reason. Even despite the harsh blows life has given them or the anguish they’d gone through.

Then she had a thought.

A very very bad thought…

Miley remembered the comment Blanda made to Joe before he turned into a brain washed zombie and walked away with her into the blood red sunset.

She hinted to something.

Something bad.

Miley thrusts herself up from her bed and runs into the closet. Bolts to the back and brings out a dusty old shoe box. She’s had it for a while and promised herself she’d only use it when she’d hit an all time low.

Well, Miley ol girl, you’ve hit rock bottom.

She thought of all the people who thought of her as a slimy, useless, no good man stealer. A slut. A skank. A train wreck bound to happen. Insane. Crazy. A junkie. A bad role model. An STD patient.

All these negative thoughts burst through her mind as they fought for an escape, a release, a way out. To leave this wretched plane of existence and go someplace less harsh, more kind, and forget about the world that hated her so much.

She opened the shoe box and gently pulled out a pair of blue sneakers, pulled out the paper wrappers underneath and stared at the rolled up paper with a lighter next to it.

My brought out the two objects and sat down at the far back corner of the room.

She lit the lighter.

Its orange glow burns bright and menacing, showing her of the hell that awaited her outside the confines of her small world. She looked into the flames and saw Nick’s face, his shy smile and inviting face.

She turns her faces away and fights back a gasp and a tear.

She lights it.

The paper burns as both the wrapper and ‘herb’ inside burn and leaves a trail of silver smoke.

Miley looks at it with fear, sigh and gives the object in her hand one last menacing look…

And smokes.

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“He did what!” her voice cries through the room.

She stood backstage as the mechanic’s and tech’s worked the stage.

She listens to the mumbles over the phone.

“Oh no no no no” she said, waving her fingers in the air as if the person was actually infront of her to see it. “Are you telling me all this is going down now?”

She listened some more.

“God damn it!” she hisses. “That boy needs a spanking”

She taps her foot rapidly in her knee length boot and drums her fingers on her thighs.

“And all this decides to go down while I’m on tour!” she wails, throwing her hand up in the air.

More talk over the phone.

“Oh definitely, once this concert is over I am flying right back over there and knocking a few heads!” she spits out.

“Okay bye” she later says.

She holds her head as the call disconnected.

Oh God, Miley…she thought, looking up at the sky and picturing the once bright happy southern girl, please don’t do anything stupid…

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Author’s Note

Too little to late, girl.

Hope the length of this chapter satisfies you for now.

Keep checking back for updates.

Also next shoutout and dedication goes to THE FIRST person to guess right who the mystery woman was at the end of this chapter.

You gotta stretch your minds people, don’t just latch onto the first name that pops in because I know you gals will think Selena, Demi and Taylor :p

You may be right…or you might be wrong *evil laugh*

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