Chapter 1

Alex's POV

I turned away from my computer desk as I heard a knock on my bedroom door. I stood up silently, and walked to the door. As I opened the door , the tall brunette threw her arms around me and I stumbled backward.

"Hey!" she yelled as I struggled out of her arms to take a breath of air.

"Hi Miley, how have you been?" I asked although I knew she was doing great, because it meant she was on tour since that was the only time she was aloud to stop by and say hi. "I am great, especially now that I am with you again."

Automatically she went and sat on my bed. I went and sat beside her, she leaned over to kiss me softly.

I wanted to back away, and tell her that I couldn't do this anymore, that it hurt me to much when she was gone and with the fact that we never talked to each other any other time it was just breaking my heart. But the kiss was too much, as always she made it too seductive for me to turn away from, it always without fail just made me want her more.

Slowly she moved her deep passionate kiss from my lips and down my neck, I moaned with pleasure and she pushed me down on my bed so that she was now on top of me.

She kissed me harder and that was when I lost all the control that I would have possibly even had at the time, I was now in Miley world. I ran my fingers through her thick hair, and pulled her face to meet mine once again. I thought she would fight back, but not this time. This time I was in charge.

So I rolled her over and then I started kissing her forehead making my way to the side of her face, I nibbled on her ear lobe she let out a whimper of pleasure.

She reached for my blouse buttons and started fiddling with them and trying to unbutton them. I had to stop her here and now if I wanted to at least try and even have a remote possibility of getting over her.

"Wait." I said as I got off of her and sat up straight.

"What is it?" she asked, her beautiful green eyes glimmering with hurt. It made my stomach retch with pain at the thought of what I was going to say next.

"I…I…I can't do this. It just hurts to much Miley…I…I'm sorry but I can't keep doing this. Not being able to see you and never even talking to you." I tried to keep my voice calm but I just couldn't do it and the way the tears were flowing from my eyes and down my face I thought they were never going to stop.

"But, I…I thought we…. I love you ALEX!" she cried as she tried to stand up, but her legs buckled beneath her and she just sat on the bed, bawling, and saying things that I didn't understand through her muffled cries of sadness.

I stood up and walked to the door, I opened it noiselessly and said.

"I love you too Miley, that is why I am doing this, I am sorry but it is for the best."

Alex's POV
She stood up silently, and walked to the door, tears running down her face she paused before heading out and leaned to kiss me gently and whisper in my ear.

"I…I didn't really love you any way. You were just a waste of my time. Thanks for nothing you bitch."

Her words pierced my heart, I didn't know what to say, I just screamed

"See Miley this is why I did this, I couldn't handle being mistreated by you anymore! You only "loved" me when you had me, any other time I just didn't matter. Do you have someone else with you is that it? Are you just a big cheater?" I was fuming by that point. She raised her hand, and hit my face with her right hand and her freshly manicured nails had sliced my skin open right underneath my eye.

Her eyes filled with shock and I thought I caught a slight glimpse of some kind of fear as she rushed out of my and down the stairs all I heard before the slamming of the front door was her muttering cuss words under her breath.

I stood there just stunned, then the stinging pain reached the surface of my face and automatically my hand rushed up to my face and I felt the warm red liquid on my fingertips. I walked over to the mirror hanging beside my window, and before I looked at it to check my reflection I saw the Miley's tour bus taking off down the street.

I turned my head so that I was now positioned right in front of the mirror. My eyes were bloodshot and my face was covered with tears as the blood and water melded together. The cuts stung my face but I didn't want to do anything about it, because I knew I deserved the pain, it was my fault for believing she loved me it was my fault in thinking she even loved me.

"Why?" I asked myself under the breath of my sobbing voice. I didn't want to leave my room to go clean up so I just lay on my bed and put my head on my pillow and soon I was out cold.

2 weeks later…

I woke up to the phone ringing by my ear.

"Hello?" I said groggily.

"Hi." This perky older lady said.

"Is this Alex Russo?"I waited thinking she might go on and tell me what the hell she was talking about but since she didn't I just said.

"Yes it is."

"Okay, well this is the Manhattan hospital, and I am calling to inform you that, Miley Stewart is in here, and you were her only listed emergency number." She sounded "sad" as she said it. I was too stunned to speak. And she said.

"Miss? Are you there?" she asked lightly.

"Uh-Huh. Yeah, How bad is it?" I asked my heart beating faster afraid of the answer that was coming.

"She's in critical condition, and she has a concussion."

"I'm on my way." I said, not waiting for a response as I hung up the phone. I looked at the clock on the microwave as I grabbed my coat and headed out the door it was 2:37am.

When I got there, a tall women with long brown hair and a bandage on her cheek and a cast on her walked over to me and said.

"Before you go in there if she is awake again, she wants you to read this." she handed a me a note that was in her lovely cursive and went over to the chair and started to read it, I was shocked, even by the first few words.

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