Mother and Daughter Chapter 1: Mother and Daughter, a hannah montana fanfic

If you are reading this then that means I have learned to upload stories onto the website. Right! Having surfed the website for so long I have failed to find many stories that are to my taste, sorry to those who might be offended. I have hence decided to write my own and publish it. You see, I like to watch people suffer, and not enough of that clean albeit sadistic literature is seen in Well, please read it and tell me what you think. This is my first story published (not the first I've ever written).

Disclaimer: I do not own Hannah Montana, neither do I own any related products. Brooke Shields's name appears as Miley Stewart's mom in reference to her on-screen role in Hannah Montana.

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Miley Stewart had a happy family. They had hard times, and went through troubles like everyone else. However, they were happy as long as they stayed together. They went through hardships, they went through danger, they went through invasions of fire ants, but despite living in a perilous world they had each other watching their backs. They were a happy, loyal family. And Miley was part of this loving family.

Above all Miley trusted her mother, Brooke Stewart. Life was simple down in the small Tennessee county. They milked the cows in Uncle Earl's farm together (suffering together should Uncle Earl himself be there: B.O. is taken to a whole new level with Uncle Earl in the house), they fought the annual fire ant invasion together, they went shopping together (the boys are nowhere to be seen), Brooke always did Miley's hair in the mornings before school (pigtails were her specialty), she would co-write Miley's songs, and when Miley when to her mom for advice (even elementary school was not a walk in the park), Brooke was always there to provide adequate support.

On one occasion, Miley's best friend Eloise died tragically, having been ran over and gored to death by a escaped crazed bull from her farm. It was a classified freak accident. Miley was inconsolable for days, but all this time Brooke had been her best friend. She broke through Miley's wall of misery in a way only a woman could. For hours on end she would spend her time locked in Miley's room holding her, stroking her hair gently, telling her many stories and experiences of their extensive family.

"Miley, did you know your Aunt Dolly lost her best friend too when she was your age?"

"No mommy. Did she cry?"

"Everyone cries when they've lost someone dear. But Aunt Dolly was strong and smart. She accepted it and moved on with her life and now you usually see her as happy as a fly in a pigsty."

"How did she die?"

"She got ran over like a rag doll by a tractor, according to Dolly. Scary."

"That's so sad..."

Miley's eyes slid out of her mother's gaze, welling up slowly. Brooke gathered her little daughter into her warm arms and hugged her close, projecting heat and affection into the cold hopelessness that inhabited Miley's heart.

"You know a blade of grass gets stepped on everyday, she gets eaten every now and then, she goes through rain and fire, but as long as her roots are still alive, so is she. And she will rise from the ashes once more. Aunt Dolly was like that blade of grass. You should be her too. Eloise would have wanted you to be like Dolly."

"Oh mommy..."

Miley began to cry. Tears of earnest, tears of sorrow.

"Hush. Hush, baby."

"I'm...just...feeling so sad about this."

"Hush. Don't cry. I'm here, baby."

Miley cuddled closer to her mother, burying her head into her mother's chest, embracing the warmth radiating from her golden heart of compassion. She purred contentedly when her mother began gently stroking her hair, the way she does it whenever Miley needed comforting. Brooke began humming an ancient lullaby to soothe the wounds of torn souls, constantly whispering "hush, baby, hush." to quieten down her tiny daughter's sobbing.

"I love you, Mommy..."

Miley soon felt a blanket of peace cover her. She fell asleep at last, having found serenity and peace of mind, knowing that her warm guardian was always watching her. Her sobs ceased, replaced by deep breathing. While she slept, Brooke saw the first smile in days appeared on Miley's small tear-streaked face.

Closing the door behind her, Brooke said in a hushed voice to her helpless husband in the living room, "Shh. She's sleeping."

"Miley?"

"She won't be crying anymore, honey."

"What do you mean?"

"It's just a matter of a little lady-to-lady talk. No need to thank me, Robbie Ray."

"She must love you lots sweetie."

The bond between mother and daughter was stronger than any glue on Earth.

Miley also, in return, took the leading role in nursing her mother when she was ill. Even when she herself caught her mother's chickenpox. Despite battling a raging fever of thirty-nine degrees, Miley struggled to get out of bed and help her mother, who was in a (in her opinion) more serious pickle. It was her turn to look after her guardian angel.

"Miley you should have some rest! You can't be running around when you're down with chickenpox!"

"I'm not DOWN yet mommy. And besides, since we're both sick, who can take care of you better than I do? They'll just catch it anyway."

"I don't think you should over-exert yourself."

"I believe it's my turn to help you." said Miley firmly, with a note of finality.

Brooke smiled at her daughter.

"I love you sweetie."

"Thanks mommy."

Miley set the tray carrying a glass of water and some bread down of the little table beside her mother's bed, and helped her mom with a gulp of water as she struggled to get up from the bedridden position.

Again, the bond between mother and daughter cannot be weaker than any grip on Earth, not even Jackson's grip on the last chocolate bar as he frantically wrestled with his father. They were simply an inseparable duo. Brooke became Miley's guardian angel, always rushing to her rescue when needed, always dependable. She understood the child's mind perfectly, and never at any time did she and Miley have a dispute, or a fight. It was simply unimaginable.

But Destiny wills it that they would be torn apart in the most brutal fashion. Alas, the innocent must always suffer...

(Just some recollections about the Stewarts' past; nothing to do with tragedy)

It was a beautiful day on the massive golden plains, a million suns smiling at the sky. Two girls were playing in the middle of the sunflower field, their laughter carried into the gentle warm breeze blowing across the countryside. Nothing could go wrong on such a lovely day, in such a beautiful moment.

Unless...

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!"

A terrible scream rippled through the air like a siren. Brooke immediately charged into the sunflower field, running towards the two girls. One was crying and squeezing her right upper arm, the other was panicking.

"Help! Help! Somebody help!" Miley was screaming in desperate tears, clearly at a loss for what to do.

"Luann! Sweet nibblets, what happened?" Brooke shouted, rushing over to the girl's side. Luann's arm revealed a bee sting embedded deep into her skin, the entrails of the bee still attached to the sting, pulsating sickeningly.

"Help me! Help me! It's killed me, auntie! It's killed me!" Luann screamed, losing her head. Miley thrashed about in panic, as if empathatically feeling her cousin's pain.

"It's this thing, Mommy!" Miley cried between choking tears, pointing at the fallen body of the dead bee. "This really big yellow thing just flew onto her arm and then it stung her and made her scream!"

Luann kept insisting the bee had killed her, all the more making Miley freak out. Brooke had to do something quick. "Come with me, Miley. We're going back in." She said simply, carrying Luann back into the house, Miley close behind her, as if afraid of more bees.

"It's killed me! Help! It's killed me!"

When Brooke reached the door, she heard a dull thud behind her. Miley had keeled over into a dead faint, the shock too much for her to take at once.

"Oh sweet nibblets. Hey Bobby Ray! Come here and help!"

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This chapter describes the relationship between Miley and her (fictional) mom. Not much happened in this chapter but I must advice readers to not just read and understand, but feel the closeness of the two characters. It is important to play the scene out in the head like a movie, experiencing the scene personally; the emotions, the warmth, the contentment. I get to chapter two immediately tomorrow. Please tell me how you think of this meanwhile.

Terrorking Tragedian

Edit on 18 July 2007: I've made some additional parts in this chapter. You'll also notice that I've improved the entire thing quite a lot. But I felt that the integrity of this first chapter should not be jeopardised, even if it is only 4 pages long. It's my first ever written chapter for and I should honor it.

Further edit on 7 Sep 2007: More major edits to this chapter, this time lengthening it a bit. I hope it proves satisfactory. There is not much I can add to this chapter, really.