A/N: Alright. So this story is a future fic. Lilly, Oliver, and Miley are all 17 years old. It's also written in first person, Lilly's POV. This idea may be a little cliché, but I hope you find it different (in a good way, haha). Just in case you don't know, sure ships are Loliver and Jiley. This is my first fanfic...Hope y'all enjoy it!

I bite my lip, hard and draw blood. I focus on the clangy metallic taste in my mouth. I try to think about the taste rolling around my mouth, try to think about the splotch of blood that is sure to be a red spot on my lower lip.

I try to lock out the heated conversations; even though he is doing all of the talking. I try to lock out the door slamming, the fist pounding, the sound of punches and elbows and slaps. I try not to think about my aching body...

"You FUCKING BITCH!" A voice echoes into my inner thoughts. I recognize that voice instantly. I would recognize it anytime, anywhere. It's him.

He has smacked me across the face hard and some of my hair falls out of its already messy ponytail. He pushes me up against a wall and punches me in the mouth. Blood dribbles out and he speaks.

"You bitch, you wanna fuck everybody you see! Huh?" I try not to let him get to me, try not to believe what he is saying. " Nobody cares for you; you slut. Nobody."

It's not true. I want to scream. I want to shout. I want to yell. It's not true. That's not how it is! I have love! I have friends! I have what you'll never have because you're too busy knocking the hell out of people! Instead, what comes out of my mouth is a whimper.

He takes it as an answer. He pulls my hair and elbows me in the stomach. I am silent. I let him do whatever he wants to do to me; it will be over. It will be over.

Somewhere in the distance, I hear the sound of a car pulling into the wet driveway. I hear the soft sounds of the rain, going pitter-patter pitter-patter against my window; it is so unlike what I am going through locked in my room.

I try to think of whose car it is, but then I realize it is Oliver. And he is coming to my house. I recognize the sound of the rusty spare key being used to open the door...

Fortunately, he realizes it too. He harshly lets go of me, and says "Don't think it's over. I'm not done with you yet." It is almost a whisper, but it is loud enough for it to ring through my ears.

He pushes me down the stairs and forces me into the kitchen, the only place where Oliver cannot see me. I can hear him going down and I hear Oliver, saying "Is Lilly in?"

And all I can think of is... I can't let him see me like this. I can't. God, please help me.

I run out the back door, hoping to get out without Oliver seeing me. I run...After I am safely out the door, I glance back and see Oliver still engaged in a conversation with him.

I run, on and on...Until finally I have reached my destination. The beach. It is wet now, but it is my solace. Until someone puts their hand over my shoulder, lightly. I turn around. It is a mistake.

It is Oliver. He eyes me; my chapped and bloody lips, my limp, messy ponytail, my dirty knees..for I have fallen down too many times to count. He glances at me again, and flinches, as if looking at my condition has somehow hurt him.

His voice soft, he asks, "L-Lils?"

A/N: Alright. How was it? Good? Bad? So bad you wanted to puke? Sorry about the idea being so cliché, I know a lot of people have done it before. I just wanted to try this out. This is my first fanfic, ever. And I'm not so confident about it.

Sorry, I'm not so good with confidence. Like, I don't have any self confidence whatsoever.

But reviews would make it alright! Jk about the reviews, but please let me know what you thought. I'd love to hear it. I mean, sorry this is so short. But if you review, I'll be your best friend. And give you a cherry on top D