Chosen // Niley [COMPLETED]

38. Half A Heart

MILEY'S POV

He was too strong.

"Patrick, let me go!" I shouted.

I kneed his shin and he tumbled aside. Grabbing the tank top and shorts, I made my way towards the main door and jerked it open, on my way, wearing my clothes.

I ran outside and saw the whole area deserted.

I called up Braison and told him to pick me up. There was no one around, only barren and demolished houses.

"Where are you?"

"In the new part of town. I don't know. There are just demolished houses around..."

"Miley, just walk along the road and try to find a shop or something where you can find people, alright?"

"Yeah...Okay."

"I'm coming to get you."

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On reaching home, I sighed in relief. I couldn't find it in me to tell this to anyone so I just kept shut. When Braison asked how I got there, I just told him that I met a guy and we were going around and he went away saying that he'll be back in a minute but he didn't show up later on.

"And... Why are you wearing a tank top? You were wearing a shirt, right?"

Fucking Braison. He should just become a detective or something.

"Oh...I went shopping..."

"You're wearing a tank top in December. Are you okay?"

"Braison... I'm fine," I said and went up the stairs to my room.

God. That was close. Realising that I'm not wearing my bra anymore, I got to my closet and picked out a fresh pair of clothes. Trudging down the hallway to the bathroom, I started bathing... Letting the memories of the events that took place not too long ago wash away with the water.

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A/N:

The story won't seem like you always wanted it to be from the start and you might get pissed off or try to criticise it but... Here's the thing. I just write whatever comes into my head. Like, what would I do if I were in that situation. I just frame the story while writing. I don't have it prewritten nor do I think of it before as to what to write. So, whoever is still reading, thank you for the respect!

And I'm sorry for keeping you in the middle of the story.

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NICK'S POV

I went every single day to Miley's house but she wasn't home. Did she just run away with Niley? I hope she didn't.

I tried reaching her cell but it seems like she's blocked my number.

I tried reaching the last place I would. Her home. In Tennessee.

"Hello?" I hear Braison's voice.

"Hey, Braison, it's Nick."

"What do you want?" I hear him tense.

"Is... Miley there?"

There was a long pause before he asnwered in a small voice, "No."

And then the line disconnected. That son of a bitch just hung up on me.

And that's when I understood what was going on. Miley had gone to Tennessee, as a matter of fact.

I'm coming for you, Miley.

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This was short and well, I'm sorry for the author's note in between. I was thinking of doing something.

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