It was uncomfortabel, uneasy, scary. I didn't know what to do I'm fifteen and I don't know how to react.
He's not doing anything completely inapropate. He has his hand on my leg slowly moving up to my inner thigh. Sould I scream, stand up, run away ? I slightly tapped his hand trying to hint him to stop, he didn't.
I stood up, I was shaking I was scared and I wanted my daddy. I pretended to take intrest in a wall. It wasn't praticually intressanting but there was a small picture, I ummed and ahhhed while thinking of an excuse - anything.
I felt his presence, he went to hug me from behind. I tried to move sidewides but he picked me up, landed my feet back on the floor. And his hands, well his hands were wandering, what can I do?
I tried wriggling my way out of it. It didn't work, I turned my face to him. He puckered up he was going to kiss me. NO WAY JOSE.
I nutted him. I nutted him hard. He let go of my hips and held his head in his hands while he swore. I tried to run, the doors were locked. I screamed but noone could hear me. Tears streamed down my face. I knew what was going to happen. I knew there was no excape. I knew my fate. My dignity, my pride, my self esteem, my virginity was all about to be robbed from me.
I am Miley Stewart.
I am no longer the same innocent fresh faced girl you may of once known. I am an addict. I am not me. I tried to forget that day but I can't.
It haunts me, it haunts my dreams turning them into nightmares. It haunts me when I'm sining. Hannah Montana is no longer a part of me, she was once a part of me but know I'd do anything to forget that part of me. Because it wasn't Miley would had all the bad memories of the rape it was Hannah.
Hannah was now known as a slag, a slut, a whore who slept with her 35 year old man who was suppose to be her new managemnt. But they didn't know.
They didn't know that she didn't want to. They didn't know she was forced into it. They didn't know she tried to escape. They didn't know that she cries every night. They didn;t know that she was now a waster.
She was a waster. Her life wasted. SO was mine Mileys. Hannah and Miley are two differnt people with more or less the same story. BUt if Hannah Wasn't a part ofme thagt means it wouldn't of happened to me. That would mean I could be the happy-go-lucky Miley Stweart. Instead of a junkie.
I sat infront of a mirror to see a shatter shell of a girl. I saw Miley. I didn;t want to. I smashed the mirror. The mirror now matched my dreams.
Yeah this is all of the stroy I'm going to write. So if anyone wants to carry thsi on or fill in the gaps or anything. GO FOR IT. BUt just tell me before and add a link and mention of me in it. But if you don;t want to carry on my story it's ok. This idea came to me and I liked it but I couldnt think of anything else to write without spoling it. I don't own HM.