He Loves Me...

A Hannah Montana Fan-fic

Author's note: I do not own the characters in this story, just the situations involved. All characters are the property of Disney. That being said, Enjoy!

Prolouge: How did it come to this?

Miley's POV

I'm standing in disbelief right now. Lilly's mom just called. Apparently, Lilly fell off her skateboard again, only now, she's in the hospital with multiple broken bones and a concussion. That's the fifth time this month. I don't buy it. I've known Lilly for years, and she's never this accident-prone. I've met her new boyfriend, Trevor, a few times. I can't put my finger on it, but something about him... how do I say this? Something isn't right. Just last week, Lilly was sporting a fresh black eye. When I asked her about it, she said she'd walked into a door. Plausible. But the more I think about it, the more I doubt it.

I've talked to Oliver about it. He feels it too. I'm sure he'll feel it even more when he answers his phone. Why won't Lilly tell us the truth. I... I don't know how to say this, but I think Trevor hits Lilly. How else can you explain her falling off her skate board five times in a month. This girl is a Malibu Skating Champion, for crying out loud. I can tell Oliver thinks it too, but it's like he can't bring himself to say it out loud. Like most young boys, he was taught that a boy hitting a girl is a supreme no-no. I hesitantly dial his number. His ringtone sounds, and I hear one of my own songs in my ear for a brief moment. "Miley?" Oliver asks. He sounds like he's in a good mood. I hesitate to answer. He knows it's me. Lilly and I are the top two numbers on his speed dial. Worry sets in when I don't answer. "Miley? What's wrong?" he asks. Finally I spit it out. "It's Lilly," I reply. "She's in the hospital."

Lilly's POV

The first thought in my head is OW! I've had a broken bone or two in the past. When you spend your time skate boarding and surfing, it comes with the territory. You can be as careful as possible, but it happens eventually. It's my own fault, really. I shouldn't have blown him off. He demanded that I go out with him this Friday night. I told him, as respectfully as possible, that Friday nights are reserved for Miley and Oliver. I think that's what set it off. Not that I told him no, but the fact that I mentioned Oliver's name. He is so possessive of me. Four times this month, he's accused me of cheating. Four times, he's hit me so hard... I can't describe it.

I keep telling Miley that I fell off my skateboard whenever she asks, but I think she's starting to see through that excuse. We've known each other for years, and I'm no klutz. I need to break it off with Trevor. He was a nice guy when we met. I guess you can't judge a book by it's cover. He was really sweet for the first month or so. What I'm worried about is if he would hurt me like this over jealousy, what will he do if I tell him it's over? I've never been more afraid in my life. Someone, anyone, HELP ME!

Third Person

Miley Stewart slowly got out of her car. Her legs felt like jelly at the thought of what she might be about to see. She scanned the parking lot. She didn't have to look hard to see Oliver get out of his mom's car. She stared at the ground as he approached her. "Is there any word?" he asked as he hugged her. Miley hesitated to answer. "All her mom said was the doctors were sure she broke her leg and a few ribs," she replied. She was choking down tears.

"I think..." she began, but she couldn't bring herself to suggest it. "I know, you think Trevor did it," Oliver said slowly. Miley looked up, a single tear flowing down her cheeks as she did so. He looked right at her, stiffling his own tears. "I do too," he said. Rage boiled inside him. If that bastard was the source of Lilly's pain... he didn't want to think about what he would do. He took a deep breath, and followed Miley's gaze to the front of the hospital, where Heather Truscott stood patiently waiting. Miley took a moment to compose herself. "Let's go see Lilly," she said slowly.