The Life of a Perfect Teen (Or Not)
Disclaimer: I do not own Hannah Montana.
You would think that my life would be perfect. I mean, everybody does. I have a great family and amazing friends. But then it happened to me. How could it
happen to me? And if you don't know what it means, then you've been living under a rock. Or maybe not. Incase you don't know what it means, it means
rape. I bet all of you are gasping right now. I wouldn't nor will ever believe it either. But I have to get past denial.
I couldn't believe I was raped by someone I trusted and maybe even loved. It was all too hard to believe. I thought I could trust him. I mean, I thought I could
be his love for life. The way he looked at me when he understood what I was going through, the way he would hold him, the way he would do anything for
me. At least, that's what I thought. Now I can do nothing but despise him.
I will never trust him again. How could he do this? He was the last person who I thought would do this to me. I thought he understood my life. My deep,
hidden past. But he didn't. He hurt me badly. He made me feel dirty and unclean. I shudder at the thought now. But if it wasn't for one person, I wouldn't
have gotten through with my life.
I, Miley Stuart, was raped by Jake Ryan. This is my story.
A/N: I'll try to make the chapters long for you guys. This is just the beginning, and I need your help to see how long I should make this series. So, press that purple button and review for me.
Oh, and by the way, I know Jake Ryan would never do that, but that's why this is fiction.