This will be the last chapter. I am so sorry, but I want to finish up When Dreams Become Reality, and See You Again. I am so sorry, but I really didn't know how to drag it on anymore. Please REVIEW!!!

Disclaimer: I still don't own Hannah Montana. I do own Kyle, evil Kyle.

LILLY'S POV

I knew the plan…by heart. Today was the day that we were putting it into action. To be honest, I was kinda scared.

"Show time," I heard Mrs. Oken whisper from the closet she was hiding in. I was sitting on a stool by the island. Kyle opened the door, and swaggered on into the house.

"Where reone?" Kyle slurred. I rolled my eyes. He took a seat by the island. I gulped.

"Mom took Sophie to the park, and Rose went to the mall with her friends," I recited. Even though, I knew that Rose and my mom were hidden around the house. Sophie was with Mr. Oken at his house. Oliver was sitting inside one of the cabinets.

"Really?" Kyle said, and a wicked smile played on his lips. I knew what was going to happen. And as many times as it had before, I was never so scared. This time he was more drunk than he had ever been, and he might seriously do some damage.

"Yea," I whispered as he came towards me. I inhaled and exhaled. I had learned, from experience, that running from him only meant a harder and longer beating. He took another step closer, his clunky boot landing right next to my old beat up black converses. He kissed me, hard, and pushed me up against the counter. His hips were grinding into mine. I didn't kiss back, but I didn't push him away…only because when I did, he kissed more and longer.

"I think we should go into the livin room," Kyle suggested, but grabbed my hand, and dragged me with him. He threw me on the couch, and kissed me. I was being crushed by this fat whale. I smiled to myself. I knew that people were watching, and waiting for the right moment. I tried to push him off of me. I failed, but I was able to squirm from out under him. I was now, lying on the floor, squirming, like a fish out of water.

"HA!" I yelled, and quickly wished that I hadn't. It was going to be bad. I winced as he pulled his fist back. It hit my face, and I could feel the tears welling up in my eyes. I could feel the bruise forming. Then, I felt his hand grip the back of my neck. He thrust me into the floor. He held me there, face down. I started to think of that song by The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus. It described how I felt...right now.

"Happy now! I suggest just doing what I ask next time!" Kyle shouted as he released my neck. I felt lightheaded, and dizzy. I could feel the headache coming on. Kyle kicked my stomach with his clunky boot. I rolled over. I don't know exactly what happened next, but I heard something pop. I looked at my ankle, laying in an awkward position. I cried out in pain. The pain surged up through my leg. It was a shooting pain. Then, I felt my arm get kicked, and twisted. Then, the headache came. I held my head in my hands, and started to cry.

"WHY DOES MY LIFE SUCK?" I questioned myself, but really loudly. Kyle just smiled as tears spilled out of my eyes. He stepped on my stomach, and I though for sure that he had crushed something inside of me. Then, he walked out the backdoor. Leaving me alone, not really, but still. I think that was the worst beating that I have ever had. I had dislocated my ankle, something inside of me was squished, I had a headache, and pain rushing up my leg.

"LILLY! Are you okay?" Oliver said, pushing past everyone. They were coming to keep me safe. Mrs. Oken, the cop, had just turned off the video camera. My mom had told them about Kyle, and they wanted to help. Oliver cradled my body. He rubbed my head.

"Lilly, we have all the evidence we need," Mrs. Oken told me, and called for some cops to come. She also called for a paramedic, that could 'fix' me at home.

"He will never hurt you again, Lilz," Oliver whispered in my ear, and gingerly kissed my lips. His kisses were completely different than Kyle's rough and messy ones. I nodded. He carried me over to the couch, and placed me down. My head was on his lap. He was running his fingers through my hair. He kissed my forehead, and I fell asleep.

"Lilly, wake up," I heard Oliver say. The sun was shining. I was pretty sure that it was dark when I had fallen asleep. I sat up, and noticed that Oliver and I were in the same place as last night. I looked at my ankle; it was in a black cast. It already said 'I LOVE LILLY!' in silver pen. Underneath, it had Oliver's boy-ish signature. Oliver helped me stand up with my crutches. I hobbled into the kitchen, and sat in a chair by the island.

"You did it, Lilly. I am so proud of you," My mom said, and hugged me. She was serving Sophie a sandwich.

"What are these?" Sophie asked, referring to the divorce papers that were lying on the counter. My mom took them, and placed them on top of the fridge.

"Nothing," My mom said, and hugged me again. I just smiled.

"Where's Kyle right now?" I asked. Everyone was staring at me, even Sophie, and she had no clue about what was going on.

"Jail," They all said in unison. I laughed. My life was on the right path. Everything was finally going my way, and things would definitely be getting better.

I know that was kind of short, but I just figured to end it here. I'm sorry, but that's the last chapter. I hope you all enjoyed it. Review, even those who have been silent readers. Just please review!