DUNDUNDUN...here's the sequel! I hope you guys enjoy it as much as you did 'Tearing At The Seams'!
Please read and review! :)
-Jen
As much as I hate waking up before at least ten in the morning, I love watching the sunrise. There's something so peaceful and calming about it. The beginning of another day, proof of things existing, of the world going round well you were dead to the world.
Well, I wasn't really dead to the world. I was unable to sleep due to nerves about returning to school. It's been two weeks since my breakdown, and a little less then two weeks since the whole school witnessed Jake Ryan, world wide and cherished actor, be arrested for raping someone. For raping me.
I didn't know how everyone at school would react. If they all acted like my former best friend, then...I wouldn't really be a welcomed presence.
After a three AM phone call to Oliver, I was finally settled...and then the morning sickness came. I realized that I was entering my third month of pregnancy. In one month, the first trimester would be over, and hopefully, the morning sickness would go away.
I was glad school got out on May first. Today is April twenty-sixth. Only five days left of school – days I had to attend because they were final days. The good news was that I only had to attend school until noon each day, with the exception of May first. That day was two hours long for locker clean out and text book hand in. Then I was free for the summer, free until junior year began in the fall.
The sun sparkled off the blue ocean in the distance as it rose to its full height in the sky. I leaned back in my chair, and my hands fell to my stomach. I wasn't really big yet, but there was definitely a baby bump. I had always been quite thin, so it was more defined.
"Miley?" I was startled by the presence of my father. "It's five in the morning, you don't have to be up for an hour and a half." He said.
"I know," I said, looking out at the sun. "I couldn't sleep. Then I had morning sickness." I informed him. "Daddy? Do you think it's...wrong of me to be with Oliver?" I asked, the question had been bugging me since I let Oliver off the phone to sleep at four.
Dad was silent as he sat down. "Why do you ask?"
"Because, daddy. I'm sixteen, I'm pregnant, I'm on medication for depression...I'm broken, daddy." I said. "I'm all wrong for him."
"Have you talked to Casey about this?" he asked me, naming my psychologist.
I shook my head. "No."
He sighed, "Miley, Oliver knows what happened. He knows what you're coming with. Not many boys would be willing, and any boy that is must be downright in love."
"But I'm all wrong for him, daddy!" I said, making a gesture with my hands. "I woke him up at three in the morning and made him stay on the phone and calm me down. I destroyed the house two weeks ago! I..I..."
"You had something horrible happen to you, Miley. That doesn't make you a horrible person. You're right – it made you a broken person. And Oliver knows that, Miley Ray. He knows this isn't some silly high school relationship."
"How do you know that?" I asked him, reaching up to wipe away a few stray tears.
"Because I made sure he did." Dad said. I looked up at him in horror. "Don't you look at me like that. Did you think if I didn't approve of him that you'd be with him? Especially after what happened, Miley. You're fragile. That sad excuse for a human broke you in to pieces...and as much as I hate to admit it, there's only so much putting back together your brother and I can do..." He said. "The day I first saw you and Oliver become friends, I knew you'd wind up with him. Maybe not forever, Miley...there's no telling how long. But I new some how, some way, you'd wind up together. For something. Your momma knew it too. You two were meant to be together, Miley. Everyone around here saw it.
"It may seem all wrong to you, it may seem like you're holding him back......but that boy needs you Miley. Maybe not as much as you need him, but he needs you an awful lot. Letting someone go for their own good doesn't always work. Not if you'd be doing more damage to them by letting them go, then you would be by holding on. Every broken person needs someone to put them back together. Let Oliver be that person."
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For the first time in months, I actually put thought in to how I looked.
I had poured over my clothes yesterday, finding something that didn't make me look to big with my new baby bump, something that hung right. I'd finally settled on a pair of black, stretchy yoga capris, as none of my jeans fit me anymore. I found a pink baby-doll top that was fitted in the chest and loose over my stomach. I choose a pair of comfortable sneakers to go with it.
As I dressed for school, I noticed my bra was already somewhat tight. Oh great, were my boobs going to be abnormally large after this pregnancy was over? Maybe a little bigger wouldn't be bad, but I didn't want boobs the size of globes. Stupid hormones.
Grumbling, I pulled the capris and shirt on, then pulled socks on before sliding my feet in to the sneakers.
I then went over to my dresser, and applied some foundation, eyeliner, mascara, and lip gloss. I'd straightened my hair last night.
I found that I felt better after getting dressed, doing my hair and make up. I sighed, and muttered, "Here goes nothing...or everything..." Before picking up my purse (it was a big purse with a notebook with all my study materials in it. I didn't need any books for finals week) and making my way downstairs.
Jackson, Carly (she claimed she came over every morning for food – she couldn't cook, but I knew she wanted to see dad too), Daddy, and Oliver sat at the table.
"Do I look fat?" I asked in way of greeting, dumping my purse on the island.
"Miley, you look bigger then normal." Dad said.
"So not fat," I said. "But fat."
"You aren't fat," Oliver said, standing, grabbing my hand, and pulling me over and forcing me to sit in a chair. "You're beautiful."
"You're my boyfriend you have to say that," I complained, grabbing a muffin (which I'd probably regret later), and peeling the wrapper off.
"Your boyfriend is right," Dad said. "Now eat, you need brain food for finals."
"The brain food only helps if she doesn't puke it back up, dad," Jackson said.
"Shut up or I'll puke it up on you." I said, putting a piece in my mouth, then stopping, as I caught whiff of something. My stomach churned. I groaned, pushing my chair back. "Dad, why'd you make bacon?!" I groaned, smacking a hand over my mouth and running for the toilet.
I heard Jackson laugh and say, "It didn't even make it in to her stomach."
What a lovely way to start the day.
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"I don't want to do this take me home." I said, sitting in Oliver's car in the student parking lot.
"Come on, Miley. You have to do this." He said, standing outside the open door. He took one of my hands in his, lacing his fingers through mine, and tilted my face gently up to meet his. "I'll be with you all day," He promised. "You won't be alone. And after school gets out, we can go get ice cream for lunch."
Quietly I asked, "And French fries? From McDonald's?"
He laughed, and kissed me gently, before nodding and promising, "And French fries from McDonald's."
Gulping, I nodded. "Fine. But don't leave me. Please...don't leave me."
He kissed my forehead. "I won't. I made sure all our finals were scheduled for the same times, in the same room."
I nodded. "Ok...let's get this over with." I sighed.
He laughed a little, out hands still laced together as I stepped down from the car. "You act like it's a death sentence."
"For all you know it might be. Their idol is in jail!" I hissed.
"I won't let them kill you," He promised, shutting his car door.
Together, we waled in to school. Just as I expected, everyone turned to stare as we walked by. I heard hushed whispers coming from every direction. Were they so stupid as to think I couldn't hear them?
'She's the one who's accusing Jake of rape!'
'She went psychotic, destroyed her house, and slashed her wrists...'
'Oliver was cheating on Lily with her...she found out and now they're official...'
'Look how much fatter she is...she's obviously pregnant with Oliver's baby...'
'Jakey's in jail because of her!'
"Oliver." I whimpered in his ear.
He let go of my hand to put his arm around my waist, bringing my closer to him and pressing a kiss to my temple, "Ignore them," He said, "They don't know what they're talking about."
In that time, we'd arrived at the door of where our final was.
"What's first?" I asked, as I felt my back press against the wall, and he blocked my view of everyone else.
"Chemistry." He told me. And then I saw them.
Amber, Ashley, and Lily, walking down the hall towards the room, Lily in step between both of them, like a third one, a third clone. They all wore the same shirt. Pink tank tops, all sporting Jake's picture and the words, "We Support Jake Ryan – He's never gone crazy."
