Miley ran down the stairs of Kevin’s home with all but tears in her eyes. She bolts across the lawn and bounds through the gates. She didn’t hear anyone running after her, not that she wanted anyone to but why would they?

She was the town hooker, the wanna-be, the wash up.

Her parents didn’t want her and blamed her for their marriage problems, she had to push her ex-fiancé to be disgusted by her so he didn’t want her anymore and push her away. Disney Channel, a company who took up a good whole chunk of her teenage years, completely washed their hands of her.

So what did you do when no one wants you? When everyone turns their backs on you and treats you like the garbage you actually start to think you are.

There’s no one left for me, I have nothing…no one.

Miley thought she felt alone and abandoned before, she had no idea that at that very moment, as she ran out of Kevin’s estate, that she’s truly grasp the feeling.

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Miley sat at the back of the cab she just hauled and contemplated moving to Mexico and changing her name to Maria Ramirez Carlos. At least that way she could keep her initials. She sighs deeply and leans her head back.

The soft noise of rain hitting her face made her open her eyes. A heavy storm cloud was approaching and Miley quickly rolled up the window.

“Just perfect” Miley mumbled at the weather.  She had to run under this to get into the house, and she thought she might’ve left her kitchen sliding door open. And with the foreboding way this storm was approaching Miley knew she’d have a mess to clean up by the time she got home.

Either her dogs will play in the mud and then go in the house or the rain will flood her kitchen, either way she was screwed.

Bzzz, bzzz, bzzzzzzzzzzz

Miley’s phone buzzed in her back pocket but she resolved that whoever it was it wasn’t worth it. It was probably Nick trying to apologize for what just happened, he didn’t have to-she deserved it.

She kissed him knowing full well he was taken, not that Miley saw anything wrong in her actions but it was still wrong just for the fact that she’d done it.

And her daddy always told her, karma’s a bitch!

Bbbbbrrrrzzzzz!

“Oh for the love of-” Miley whipped out her phone and looked at it.

The number was unknown and it only spiked Miley’s anger.

“Hello!?” she snaps into the phone so vehemently that even the cab driver glanced at her speculatively.

“Uh…Miley Cyrus?” the person’s voice was deep, low and –Miley knew from recent experience– stoned.

“Yes?” she answers tentatively, “Why are you calling?”

She didn’t even bother to know who it was or how they’d gotten a hold of her number.

“Miley….babe…it Wiz” the person voice sound ragged and dried, also it belonged to a man. Or a ghost…

“Wiz…who?” Miley asked. “Wiz…wiz…Wizard? Wizard! Are you a wizard!?”

“Nah, babe, nah” the guys voice seemed like it’d slip right out of his body and through the phone speaker, “It’s Wiz, Wiz Kalifah?”

All the breath in Miley’s body left her.

“E-e-excuse me?”

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Demi stepped out of her car just as the winds began to pick up, she closed her garage doors and walks inside.

She knew she should leave soon and continue her tour, but she couldn’t leave town just yet before finding and smacking the hell outta Joe. Demi had once dated Joe so she knew how he could sometimes get. But she’d never think he’d do something like this, and then disappear off the face of the earth!

No, Demi had unfinished business. She may have never been that close to Miley during their Disney days, (despite what the media had wanted people to believe) she still felt and looked at her as a Disney sister. Childish as that may sound but sisters stood up for one another.

And Demi wasn’t about to let Miley down or allow her to suffer in vain.

Demi dumped her keys in the bowl next to the door and dragged her feet to the nearest comfortable surface. She’d gone around the city but didn’t get one whiff of Joe. Which was ironic cause he smokes.

That’s another thing that boiled Demi’s blood. Kevin had told her what happened when Blanda came by at the coffee place –or Armageddon, as Demi preferred to refer to it. She couldn’t believe her ears as Kevin retold the tale and Demi got it from another point of view.

But at the time Demi had to leave quickly, not to find Joe at the time but because of the unholy glare Dani was tossing at her. Dani’s stare/glower made Demi feel like she was doing something wrong or committing a moral sin for simply conversing with Kevin. It came to the point that Demi herself felt like she was taking up Kevin’s time, time he could be spending with his wife who just got out of labor or his newborn daughter.

So Demi, obviously having a brain, fled the scene with all haste. Whatever had been bothering Dani it was Kevin who’d need to sort it out.

Demi sighs as her bones went limp and her feet became numb. She honestly didn’t think she could move from the spot even if she wanted to.

Bring, bbrriinngg, bbbbrrriiiiiing!

“You just couldn’t wait could you?” Demi tells the unknown force behind all her troubles.

Knock, knock, knock!!!

“Whoever you are-” Demi called out as she got up, “-just know I’m decking your ass once I open the door”

Fully intended to be true to her word, Demi open the door with an evil smile.

The whole smile, and her semi good mood, vanishes when she see’s who at the door.

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Miley had a cute navy coat on, slightly dripping with water and she was pulling a fashionable trolley behind her. Demi knew with all certainty that nothing good was about to transpire.

Demi open her mouth to speak but Miley beat her to it.

“I have to go away for a while” Miley blurt out.

Demi knew from her appearance that Miley was going to say that, but she had honestly wished that Miley had been on her way to Walmart to get new socks.

“Going where” Demi automatically asked.

“I can’t say” Miley instantly countered, as if she’d practiced her response.

Demi folded her arms and frowned at Miley, “Can’t or won’t? And like you think I’m gonna let you walk away from here without telling me where you’re going?”

After Demi promised to heaven and hell that she wouldn’t tell anybody anything Miley finally blurt out the truth. But through all of Miley’s mixed and jumbled words, all Demi heard was “Brooklyn….Wiz Khalifa….Music video”

“Just be careful” Demi said, hugging Miley with all her might.

“I will be” Miley breathed back, and then she pulled away and brought out an envelope. “I wasn’t sure you’d be around so I was just going to slip this under you door”

“What is it?” Demi took the envelope tentatively.

“Just a couple of emergency numbers to call me by incase something happens, my personal email. My dogs are at a daycare/hotel so I hope you don’t mind but I gave them your number” Miley had a worried look.

“Of course I don’t mind,” Demi said with a reassuring smile. “I love those dogs of yours, I’d do anything for them just as I’d do anything for mine.”

And as if right on cute Demi’s two dogs bound from the kitchen and bark happily at her side, Demi couldn’t help but smile down at them.

“Okay, good” Miley let out a comforting sigh.

Demi frowned her brows at her, something had happened and Miley was hiding it. But Demi didn’t want to press her friend because Miley looked on the verge of snapping at any moment. Sometimes the best thing you can give a friend is distance.

“Alright,” Demi gave Miley another bright smile and was rewarded with a meek one. Hey, I’ll take what I can get.

“Have a safe flight”

“Thank you”

“Be careful” Demi couldn’t help but whisper one last time.

Miley turn to walk away, then whispered over her shoulder, “I’ll try”

And left.

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Author’s Note

Thank you all for your patience with me, I know I can be a tough writer to deal with sometimes but it’s getting better. Right?

I hope you guys liked this chapter.

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