Eyes That Lie And Skin That Scars

Summary: Nineteen-year-old Miley Stewart has gone through a rough patch while she was with her boyfriend of two years, Jake Ryan. She has not had the courage to tell her friends about his lies, adultery, cheating, and eventual abuse. How will she overcome this situation, and who will be there to help her?

Author's Note: This will be rated M for language, and violence.

Pairing: MileyxOliver.

Disclaimer: I don't own Hannah Montana!

Miley's POV:

I can't do this anymore.

I looked at the scars that were on my arms; the ones left by Jake whenever he got angry because something didn't go his way. He would always take his anger out on me, even though I hadn't done anything to him. I knew that he could be the sweetest guy on earth if he wanted to, but that side of him wouldn't come back. Instead, there would always be the dark side of him: a lying, cheating, alcoholic, and abusive person. What ever happened to the Jake Ryan I knew back then, the one that made all the girls fall head over heels for him? Where has that side of him gone?

It was a normal Saturday evening, and I just got home from dinner at my father's house, with my two best friends, Lily Truscott and Oliver Oken. I had known those two for about seven years now, ever since I moved to Malibu to become Hannah Montana. They eventually found out, one after the other; but only they (and my family) knew about this secret. I didn't want anyone else to know, fearing that every student in High School would start treating me like a celebrity... which I didn't want.
Hannah Montana was on a break, though. A long, well-deserved break.

When I got home, the first thing I saw was the look of fury Jake had... this was not going to end well.

"Hey, Jake, hi, hello!", I said, unsure of where that came out from.

"Don't 'Hey, Jake, hi, hello!' me, Miley!", he replied, angrily. "Where have you been?! I've been waiting for you to make dinner here, it's already 10 PM!", he exclaimed, slowly getting up from the table.

I slowly backed away, knowing what was going to happen next.

"Jake, I don't have to make you dinner all the time. You could have ordered a pizza!", I replied, instantly regretting it.

What did I just get myself into?

He approached me, with fury, anger, and hate in his eyes. The next thing I know, I was lying on the floor, crying in pain and begging Jake to stop.

Oliver Oken was walking down the street, going to his house, after having eaten dinner with his two best friends. He realized that he had forgotten something at Miley's house before going to her dad's, so he went back to her house.

He was about to ring the doorbell, but heard noises, and looked through the window to find something he thought he would never see. As soon as the coast was clear inside, he barged in, not caring if Jake was going to come back down and try to beat him up. He saw Miley, lying on the floor, with blood on the carpet around her, and called 911 immediately... fearing he would lose the girl he had loved for the past year.

A few minutes later, he thought he saw Miley open an eye, and rushed to her side.

"Miley?! Miley! Answer me!", he exclaimed.

She looked up at him. "Oliver, is that you?", she asked, weakly.

When she opened both eyes, she saw his face; the one who would always be there for her, under any circumstances, never leaving her side. She also saw his face, police cars, and ambulances coming to her house. The police officers barged in the house, guns in their hands.

Jake was on top of the staircase, with a look of horror on his face as he realized what was going on. He looked at Oliver, then at Miley, and finally at the policemen who pointed his gun at him.

"Freeze!"

Things are not going to end well.

I hope you liked it so far... this is my first fan fiction, so don't be too harsh. Reviews & suggestions highly appreciated. :)

Kad.