here is chapter 7, enjoy! =) R&R please.

Chapter 7

"Good Job, Demi!" Miley said congratulating me on what Eddy said. "I knew you'd be strong enough that you wouldn't be here the full amount of time. Which means, I'll be out of here sooner too!" I looked down. Although I was happy too, Miley didn't know that I still was planning to be here awhile. The stress would get to me much too quickly if I left early.

"You aren't leaving early, are you?" She asked, reading my thoughts.

"I-I can just see myself basically just going back to the way I was."

"But you are so strong. Some people come to rehab and think 'oh I'll be fixed for good' but they end up leaving and then go do a line of coke and get caught by the police. Trust me on this, you will leave here and know why you can't live your life like that. I'm gonna teach you that. Some people could come to rehab for 10 years, 'think' they are changed, and then go back home to a life of misery and fall back into the old routine. Some people don't actually open their eyes when they are here because they are scared of change. You want change, and you will get it. I promise. I'm helping you."

"I don't want to drag you down with me. You've come so far."

"Drag me down? The day I get out of here, I'm running to my parents and spending as much time as I can. I miss them so much. There is no way drugs will control me anymore, and you should feel the same-"

"But I don't have what you have! I don't have a supporting family, I don't have comforting friends-"

"You have me. You'll always have me." Miley said, cutting me off.

"You know what I mean."

"I think you need to open your eyes and get the whole picture, because right now I think you are only looking through a lens. You aren't seeing everything I can see."

"How?" I inquired.

"You talk about your sister Madison a lot, you must be close with her."

"We're close, but she's quiet. She doesn't usually come to me for advice and stuff because-" I choked, " I was never home, I was doing drugs." That's when tears started falling.

"But you'll be home now. I bet the day you get home, she will have missed you so much. You should take her out to a pizza place or arcade or something and just have fun with her. Show her how much you missed her too. She'll be so thankful for it and she will be so glad to have a sister like you."

Miley was right. Madison always was the last person on my mind, yet in reality, I miss her the most. I don't miss my father. I certainly don't miss Dallas. I miss Madison. I'll have to make it up to her somehow.

"Go to the main office and ask to make a phonecall. Forget the paparazzi. Family comes first." Miley said, but I was already running to the main office.

I saw the lady at the front desk who probably was the one to sell me out.

"Hello, Demi. What can I do for you?"

"Can I use the phone to call my little sister. It's urgent."

"I'm sorry, we don't allow patients to associate with-"

"Please! I need to speak with her."

She sighed. "Give me a moment." She went through a door and headed down the hall. I heard low whispering but heard the most brief "yes."

She came back and handed me the phone. "5 minutes, and you have to stay in this room."

I nodded and took the phone and dialed the number.

I knew if the phone was to be picked up, my dad would answer. So I was praying for voicemail.

Hey! You've reached the Lovatos. Leave a message.

"Hi.. everyone. It's Demi. Well, my reason of calling is well, I wanted to see how Madison was doing. I'm really missing you and I hope when I return we can spend a lot of time together. That's it really... I have to go but maybe we'll talk soon. Bye."

I heard a small click and knew that my call was just recorded. I went to hand the phone back to the receptionist and noticed a small smirk on her lips.

"It's you, isn't it?" She looked at me innocently. "You are the one who is feeding information to that paparazzi! You just have to be, you are the first person I ever encountered in here and the next day the place is swarmed. I'm sure happy that I didn't say anything too personal because I bet you are selling whatever I say to them. Aren't you?" I yelled, getting closer to her with each word.

"Security!" She yelped.

"I'm leaving, but watch out." I left before security ever reached the office.

Anna passed me in the hall, obviously interested in the yelling.

"Was that you?" She asked. I nodded. "You insulting a staff member-"

"I had to make a phone call and she recorded it to sell to the paparazzi! How can I not get mad?"

"I assure you that she isn't doing that."

"I can assure you she is. Why else is the place swarmed? People are dying to get the newest information about my treatment from her. She can't be trusted!"

"I believe she can. Please return to your room."

"Fine. But one day, when there isn't new information on me. She'll go after Miley. I'm surprised she hasn't done it yet." I left the hall to go to my room, but heard the click again and glanced down the hall to see a tape recorder recording my every word. Miley was doomed, and I was to blame.