They D̶o̶n̶t̶ Know About Us // Niley

Chapter Fifty Three

I opened my heavy lids and blinked a few times before realizing what horrible sound that woke me from my sleep.

My phone was vibrating on top of my bedside table and I reached out my hand to pick it up. Mom's name was sprawled over the screen along with a few other's in the list of missed calls.

It's the same as always; Mom, Mom, Mom, Nick, Mom, Mom, Dad, Mom, Nick and more Mom.

She's been calling for a few days now and when she barged in the other day I hid in the guest room so she thought I wasn't home. I refused to deal with anything at the moment.

And as for Nick, it's no surprise even though this is the most he has called ever since ever. He still needed me to clean things up, but Olivia made sure I have no way of reaching him.

I've been ignoring everything lately since Olivia's encounter, even my own problems that didn't include Nick. I really do want to help him, I need him to know the bitch behind his back who happens to be holding a knife, or in this case some criminal files.

I placed back the phone and rolled onto my side, pulling the covers to my neck. It's too early for me to start over thinking about what should I do with Nick, even though I shouldn't have. But it's all I could think about these days, nothing else mattered.

What I worry most about is what if I actually did obey Olivia's orders but she's going to leak these secrets anyway? Worse, if she's going to pin things on me and made me look like the evil one.

Nick is such in deep shit and he doesn't even know it.

I sighed and closed my eyes again. My throat began knotting up and I could feel tears crowding in my eyes.

I wanted to do something, I have to, but every time I think of something it all lead back to what Olivia said; stay away from Nick.

How am I supposed to protect him when I can even make contact with him? He's fed up with me anyway.

I bet those calls he made was because he's sitting with Olivia right now and she's all like "Baby, you need to call Miley and check if she's okay," Because that's what two-faced bitches do.

I opened my eyes and realized my cheeks were soaked, there were stains on the pillow case which I thought was due from my tears. I wiped my cheeks with the back of my hand as a few sobs escaped my lips.

What the fuck should I do? As much as I'd hate to admit, Nick is a fucking idiot. He just acts like he's a genius but he can't even trust an actual proven fact that I had shoved into his face.

But why would he anyway? I wouldn't trust myself either if I was intoxicated by Olivia. Even her damn name give me shudders.

Now what should I do? I can't be scared of her but she's fucking holding every secret I probably have. I need to tell Nick and I have been going on about this over and over, when I realized I cant do anything I started crying.

I gulped back the sobs and picked up my phone again. It's 10:45 am, I haven't been sleeping very well so I couldn't really wake up really early anymore.

I read the texts Mom and everybody sent me. I didn't really read them, just a few words to understand what it was going to say. Everything's the same and it all wanted me to fix things. It's not even my fault.

I began scrolling down my contact list without purpose, I was just hoping to take my mind off things. My finger suddenly stopped as I read the two words over and over.

My eyes widened and I jumped to my feet and pressed call. Before I could hear any dial tone I tore my phone away from my face. I can't call her, I have to go see her.