Torn- A life with risks.

Part 3.

I woke to the sound of banging. 'What the hell?' I touched my head as the hangover kicked in, whooa! The banging started again. Would they just keep it down next door? I said that out of my head as I went to open the door for the daily paper to find my bestfriend standing infront of me. There were suitcases packed behind her. I got confused then and asked her what they were for.

"I'm going on holiday!" She seemed excited.

"Where too?" I couldn't help but get a litttle excited for her.

"Paris, its just while my daddy fixes up my new house" She smiles to herself which is weird if I have to say so myself."And Miley? You don't have neighbours remember? Your in a big mansion and sharing it with a handsome husband." I hate it when Demi smiles at me like that.

"If you could count him that anymore!" I looked over at the clock which read 1:46pm. Ohh poo.

"Did you just get out of bed?" Demi completly changed the subject, thats one of the things I like about her when she knows I don't want to talk about something.

"Ohh, did you hear Selena went on holiday already? How lucky is she?" Demi dosen't let me finish off sentances! Thats one of the things I DON'T like about her, but I can't replace my rich little daddys girls. I smiled at the thought and went into the living room leaving Demi standing there.

"Well, I'm going now, and I just thought I'd pop over and ask if you would join me in the car ride to the airport?" She grinned knowing I'd say yes to her.

"Fine" I smiled and got dressed leaving the house with Demi.

I had finally gotten Demi on the plane after our crying conversation about how much we'd miss eacother. I loved them conversations with her. It was now 5:39 and I thought about going out again. I walked into my room and looked through my wardrobe. If I'm going to a bar, I might aswell dress the part and act like a complete hollagon. This is one small step for my clothes and a big back leap for me. I can't believe I'm stooping so low to get alcohol into my system. I wore some black tight skinny jeans and a tight seethrough white top, the back was missing off it and it made me look like I fitted in more. I looked quite underdressed, but I looked quite good if I must say. I hadn't even been in the queue 4 minutes when the bouncer seen me and asked me to come up. I walked up to him as everyone in the queue stared at us confused. He opened the door for me.

"You look like a different girl miss" He grinned and closed the door as I was in the bar. Looks like he remembered me from last night.

It took atleast 2 hours to get me drunk this time, I was getting used to the alcohol in my system and it took me longer to get drunk. I could always feel peoples eyes on my when I first came into the bar, even some people whisled at me. I was quite pleased with myself as I had my first drink.

But I'm now on my 8th and my words become slurred. The bartender doesn't even recongnise what i say anymore and he asks for someone to take me home. I decided to argue back to him.

"I want to stay!" My words were slurred and fast.

"You can't, you've had enough, come back when your sobber!" he yelled at me as I started to get taken out of the bar.

"Get off me" My words came slurred and pathetic, he didn't listen as he picked me up bridal style out of the bar. I hit his chest to let go feeling the power of his chest against me hand, it didn't hurt him, he didn't even know I hit him as we carried on down the street to my house.

I could tell I was home when I got the keys out of my jeans pocket unlocking the front door, but how did he know where I lived? He walked upstairs into the master bedroom placing me down carfully onto the bed. He took off my heels and placed the blanket over my body. I was nodding off when I heard him speak for the first time. He was some fimilar to me as he kissed my forehead and started to walk out the door. But only Nick kissed me on my forehead because he knew I liked it. "Night Miley" The door closed as my eyes finally sorrendered, defeated. I was drifting to sleep now.