Publicity

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"I make my own money and buy my own drugs, what the fuck is your problem?" I said as I sprawled lazily across the bed.

"Miley, I am tired of arguing with you over this, It's not about how you spend your own money, It's about how you keep getting yourself in danger!" My mom replied angrily from across the room, whilst my two siblings sat quietly in the corner watching us bicker.

"Weed never killed anyone-"

"Not weed! The drunk driving-"

"Oh my God! Get over it! It was weeks ago!" I groaned angrily as I finally sat up from the bed.

"Get over it?" Mom echoed as she walked over to me with her fist balled "You almost run off an innocent person and risk your own life just to have a couple of drinks at a bar with your friends, You could've died, Miley, and you told me to get over it?!"

Mom's chest rose up and down as her eyes started to water, staring at me in disappointment. "I didn't brought you up just so you can act like this," She added quietly and I sat in silence as I start to feel guilty.

"Mom," Braison spoke quietly as he stared at her, ready to take her in his arms in case she broke down.

"I'm sorry," I whispered as my own eyes start to water, looking into her angry orbs and I felt so vulnerable and small. She tore her gaze off of me and wiped her eyes. "I'm sending you to rehab,"

"What?!" I exclaimed as I looked over to Braison and Noah who didn't look as surprised.

"I've thought about it and I finally decided, If you're going to keep acting like this then we're going to get you professional help." She spoke sternly before sniffing back her tears.

"No!" I yelled, standing up from the bed "No, are you kidding me?! Fuck No!"

"Miley, calm down-"

"Calm down?! Mom, this is bullshit! You always told us rehab isn't the only way to get help and you will not let any of us end up in there as long as there's another way!"

"Do you see another way?" She shot back "Do you see yourself getting better? Do you not understand that I have to use force against you in everything?!"

I fell silent. I honestly never thought about getting better, fuck that I never thought I should be getting better because I always assumed I was fine. Is this really how I'm going to end up?

"But mom, what about that offer?" Noah spoke up and we all turned to her. "What offer?" I demanded and turned to Mom for an answer.

"We were offered to set you up in a fake relationship and I thought about the advantage," Mom explained "If you provide publicity for him, in exchange I asked them if he would keep an eye out for you. Considering he's from a morally better christian family, I'm hoping he could influence you."

"What?" I snorted and shook my head in disbelief.

"And also as punishment," Mom added "If you agreed to this, you don't need to go to rehab-"

"Perfect!" I exclaimed and Mom sighed as my siblings exchanged glances. "No, Mile, not perfect. I don't think you'll agree once I tell you who he is."

"Mom, seriously there's no one worse than going to rehab." I spoke confidently and Mom stared at me for a moment. "You do realize you're going to have to kiss him, act like you're in love with him, spend all day with him, basically live with him?" She asked, unsure.

I rolled my eyes "How bad can it be?"

"It's Nick Jonas."

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