Setting: Saturday at the Jonas house. 1:30 in the afternoon.
Joe: 16
Nick:13
Miley: 13
(Miley's POV)
I sat on the couch, and looked at Nick. "What are we going to do?" I asked. "Want to play hide-a-seek?" He asked. I giggled, and nodded. "I'm not it though." I said. He laughed. "Fine. I'll be it." He said. I smiled, and watched him close his eyes. I smiled, and tip-toed away. I snuck into the den where the front door was, and crawled into the corner. If Nick came in here, he wouldn't see me. I pulled my knees to my chest, and hugged them. The front door opened. "What are you doing?" Joe asked. I blushed alittle. "Hiding." I said quietly. "From who?" He asked. "Nick." I said quietly. He bent down to eye level. "What did he do?" He asked. "We're playing hide-and-seek." I explained. He smiled, and nodded. God he was gorgeous. Though he was 3 years older then me. His eyes were a beautiful shade of gold, and his smile melted my heart. I bit my lip. He smiled. I nearly fainted. "Are you okay?" He asked. I nodded. "Miley!" Nick yelled. My eyes widened. "Shh." Joe said. Putting his finger to his lips. I nodded, and he stood up. He walked into the living room. "Have you seen Miley?" Nick asked. "No. Why? Did you lose her?" Joe asked. I giggled quietly. "Oh. Well, where could she be?" Nick asked. "I don't know. Did you try her house?" Joe asked. I laughed quietly. "Shut up." Nick said. I heard him go upstairs, and snuck out. I walked to the couch, which was base, and sat down. Joe gave me a look. "Base." I said. He nodded. Nick came down, and groaned. "Where were you?" He asked. "Sorry. Can't reveal that info." I said. He rolled his eyes, and sat by me. "Aww, poor Nicky." I said. He grinned. I looked at my watch, and sighed. "I have to go home." I said. "See ya Miley." Nick said. "Bye Smilez!" Joe yelled from the kitchen. "Bye Nick. Bye Joe!" I said. I walked out of the house, and grabbed my bike. I pedaled home, and walked in. "da-dad?" I stuttered. My heart was beating fast. I heard him stumble in. "Hey you slut." He mumbled. I sighed. "Where's mom?" I asked. He shrugged. "Do your chores." He said. I walked into the kitchen, and washed the dishes, then swept all the floors, then dusted, the washed the bathroom with a toothbrush, then did all the laundry. I crawled to my bed, and layed down. My stomach grawled, and I clutched it tightly. "Sorry. No food." I whispered. I closed my eyes, and hoped they'd open in the morning.
4: 00 am
I woke up with a stinging pain my cheek. My dad was over me. He had slapped me hard. I felt my cheek. It was bleeding where his ring had cut me. He grinned. "Morning." He said. He grabbed me by my hair, and slapped me again. He punched me in my eye, and threw me to the floor. He kicked me, and kicked me. I caughed, and he stopped. "Chores." He said. He walked out. I was shaking, but I managed to stand up. I walked down the stairs, and started doing chores. I was in mid-sweep, before I collapsed. I couldn't move, and I felt my eyelids closing. He stormed in. "Get up!" He yelled. I tried, but I couldn't move. He opned the fridge, and I cried out. He smiled. He grabbed water, and poured sugar in it. He grabbed a syringe, and put something in it. He put it in my arm. I cried out again. A few minutes later, I was able to get up. I leaned against the counter. He handed me the sugar water, and watched me drink it all. When it was empty. He threw the cup in the sink, and stormed out. I wiped my eyes, and did the rest of my chores. "I'm...going...to...the...library." I managed. "Whatever Slut." He said. I walked out, and tried to ride my bike. I couldn't find the energy to pedal. I had to walk. Before I reached the Jonas' I was crawling. I stood up, and knocked. No on answered. i leaned my head against it, and just stood there.
(Joe's POV)
9:00 am
I pulled into the driveway, and tilted my head. I got out, and looked her over. "What the f*ck?" I asked. I tapped ehr shoulder lightly. She opened her eyes, and smiled alittle. "Hey Joe." She said. Then her eyes rolled back, and she collapsed into my arms. I carried her into the house, and started panicking. I layed her on the couch, and fanned her. She blinked, and looked at me. "What's wrong?" I asked. "I need food." She whispered. I ran to the kitchen, and yanked open the cupboard door. I pulled down the Twinkies, and grabbed a few. I ran back, and opened one. I broke off a piece, and helped her eat it. She ate it slowly. After she ate a whole Twinkie, I started asking her questions. "How long were you here?" I asked. "Since 7." She said. "You were leaning against our front door for 2 hours?!" I asked. She nodded. "Why?" I asked. "You weren't here?" She answered. I laughed alittle. "We were at church. I came home because they were going to eat after, I wasn't hungry." I said. She smiled. I lifted her, and layed her on my lap. I pushed the hair off her face, and behind her ear. She closed her eyes. I pulled her up so she was laying on my chest. "Promise me you'll wake up." I whispered. She nodded. "I promise. Just promise me I can eat something when I wake up." She whidpered. I smiled, and nodded. When she was asleep, I carried her up to my room, and layed her down. I smiled. She was gorgeous. I felt weird for saying that. She was 13 years old. I'm 16. It feels wrong. But, so hard to resist. She had the most softest skin. Like you could melt into her. Her smile was glamorous. That's why I called her Smilez, or Smiley. I Leaned down, and kissed her forehead. Then I went lower, and kissed her lips softly. I smiled, and layed beside her. I wrapped my arm tightly around her, and pulled her close.
(Miley's POV)
12:00 pm
I blinked my eyes open,and smiled. Joe was centimeters from my face. I tryed to get up, but realized he was pinning me down with his arm. I smiled. i tryed to move it, but he tightened it in his sleep. I smiled, and slipped my hand under his arm. I tickled him. He laughed, and opened his eyes. "Hey Smilez." He said in a raspy voice. "Hey Joe." I replied. He lifted his arm, and stretched. He looked at me, and his eyes widened. "What?" I asked. "Your eye." He whispered. I ran to the bathroom, and looked at it. It was all purple. I covered it. He pulled my hand off it. "Did I do that?" He asked. I shook my head fast. "Then who did?" He asked. "No one. A door knob did." I said quickly. "Aka, your dad huh?" He asked. My jaw dropped. "How'd you know?" I asked. "So it is your dad?!" He asked, getting mad. "No, I meant, why would you think that?" I said. He rolled his eyes. He bent down on his knees, and looked into my eyes. "You can tell me." He said, in a soothing voice. I wish. "It was no one." I said again.