Abused. Hurt. Alone.

I kinda deleted A Deeper Friendship because I couldn't think of a way to end it, and I hate stories being left half finished. So, heres my new story.

MILEYS POV

'Miley, d'ya wanna hurry up!' yelled my big sister Alex. I sighed and started dabbing my foundation over my cuts and bruises. I slipped on a long sleeved blue t-shirt, a loose pair of jeans and my pink Chuck Taylors (Converse, I call 'em Chuck Taylors, deal with it).

I grabbed my bag and slung it over my shoulder. I realised I was in pain when I started moving. My dad abuses me. It started when my mum died, I was ten, six years ago. Then when Alex went to college out of state, my dad went to the drink and left me to fend for myself. I was twelve.

I walked down the stairs quietly. Alex was home for a day, so I was safe, but I still crept about.

'Hey Milerzz!' yelled my best friend Demi. She didn't know about my dad, only I did. I tried telling Alex but she accused me of 'telling nasty attention seeking stories' (A point if you can tell me what that's from!)

'Hiya Dems!' I replied, jumping into the front seat of her convertible. She is so lucky, her parents buy her everything. Her house was my second home. Everyone liked me.

'C'mon we're getting new partners in H.E.' said Demi excitedly. I smiled weakly. When we got to the school I opened my locker and took out my recipe books. I was walking across the hallway with Demi when Nick walked into me and started kicking my books about the hall.

'Go to hell you jerk!' I yelled, gathering up my books. 'I hate him.'

'He may be a jerk, but he would bed you any day.' smirked Demi. 'Any boy in this school would.'

She doesn't understand. I'm skinny because of the rarity of food. I'm nice because I'm afraid of getting beat every second of the day. I'm always smiling because I'm happy to get away from my dad.

'Suree!' I responded sarcastically, entering the cookery room.

'Miley, Demi, pick a name from the hat.' said Mrs Finch. I crept up and pulled out a name. Nick Munroe. I smiled weakly and walked up to the unit where he was standing. I saw Demi walk over and join our other friend Selena. Lucky girl.

'Today, we're making a cake.' said Mrs Finch. 'The ingredients are in the cupboard.' she walked out of the room.

I sighed and bent over slowly, even so, it still hurt. I turned the oven on.

'Nick stop staring at my butt!' I gasped, slapping him across the shoulder.

'I wasn't! I was, um, admiring your belt.' said Nick, blushing.

'Oh really, would that be the belt under Demi's bed? Because it's the only one I own and I left it there on Saturday.' I replied sharply, stirring the mixture. It was ten minutes before Nick had the courage to speak up again.

'You're make up is so thick.' he stuttered, trying to make a conversation.

'Is that a compliment or an insult.' I asked.

'I don't know, but don't wear it - you don't need it.' he blurted out, turning away.

'I wear it for personal reasons, not to make myself look good.' I muttered, packing up and turning away as the bell rang.

NICKS POV

I so ruined my chance.

'Dude, if you're going to look at someone's butt, do it discreetly.' laughed Joe as we walked along the corridor. He is only a year older than me, but heaps dumber. I flopped onto the seat in the cafeteria, staring at the table where Miley was sitting.

MILEYS POV

'Milerzz! He was soo flirting with you!' squealed Demi, sitting across from me.

'Was not. He was insulting me.' I replied, noticing Selena looked like she had ate vomit.

'You okay Sel?' I asked. Selena nodded and walked away.

'That was weird.' said Demi. I nodded in agreement. 'Do you want to come to mine for a sleepover? It is a Friday.'

'I cant! I'm going over to Nick's house to do that damn ice cream sundae thing.' I replied sadly.

'There, that's the ingredients.' I said, dumping a bag on Nick's kitchen table.

'Awesome. Lets get to work on this sundae. Ladies first.' smiled back Nick. I stood there smirking.

'You said ladies first, on you go.' I laughed, pressing the ice cream scoop into his hand.

'Funny. Just make the damn sundae.' Nick commanded, forcing my hand into the ice cream tub.

'Hey! No aww!' I screamed as he dug his thumb into one of my cuts.

'Sorry. I never meant to hurt you.' replied Nick. 'I would never hurt you intentionally.' It was like 0-tomato in 2 seconds.

'You know what? You're all right.' I replied, dumping the chocolate ice cream into the cup.

'In my opinion, you're more than all right. Damn it, Miley! I've had a crush on you for so long. I chose my popularity but recently, I've been thinking, why choose something that goes away after school ends?' Nick blurted out, blushing more -if that was possible.

I smiled back at him and hugged him.

'And I went with stereotypes instead of getting to know the real you.' I replied.

'So, d'ya wanna go on a date?' asked Nick quietly.

'You know what? How about tomorrow at seven?' I smiled back, packing up my stuff and leaving.

Aww! Niley-ness! Howd you like it? I'll update with, lets say, 3 reviews?

Peace.Love.Niley.