There they were again, fighting. Arguing like they did every night. But tonight was different for some reason. Yes, it was about the same subject like every single time. He hated how much time she spent with him. She hated how he always controlled her. But tonight.. Tonight she found herself being thrown to the ground in a fit of rage, as he stood over her, with the angriest look she had ever seen. Fear shook her as she tried to back away from him, swallowing a huge lump in her throat. Liam stood over her, grabbing her arm and pulling her up.

The next thing Miley knew, she was slapped. He smacked her cheek, leaving a stinging red mark. But she didn't cry. She didn't allow herself to. She wasn't going to let him think she was weak. She was strong. She was going to leave him, no matter what. She swore to herself if he ever laid a hand on her, she'd leave. And now that he did, she was going to. She knew where she had to go. She had a place where she felt loved. And she couldn't wait to get there. Yanking her arm out of his grip, she grabbed her phone off the couch, her handbag, Happy, and tore out of there, yanking her car door open then speeding off into the direction of the one person that she could trust with her entire life. The only person she ever really loved. Him.

He was sitting in his living room, talking to his mother on the phone when he heard the doorbell ringing. He looked out the window, seeing Miley at the front door. A smile spread across his face, excited to spend time with her. But he noticed something.. She didn't have that usual beautiful smile that made him melt. Instead, it was replaced with a fearful look. He frowned and returned his attention to his mother. "Mom, I'll have to call you back." He hung up and went to open the door, and as soon as he did, she hugged him as tightly as she could.

"I'm so relieved your home." She muttered against his chest, snuggling her face into his warm shirt, breathing in his scent.

He frowned, stroking her short blonde hair. "What's wrong Miles? What happened?" He shut the door, pulling her in closer, placing a loving kiss on her forehead.

Miley drew in a deep breath before whispering in a shaky breath, "He hit me Zac."

Zac felt his body tense, and his jaw clench in anger. "He.. what?!" How dare Liam touch his beautiful angel? How could he touch his girl? He looked down at the beautiful woman in his arms. "Please tell me you left him."

Miley looked at him, nodding. "I.. I did. I couldn't stay there anymore. I just.. I have to get an apartment. Can I stay here until I find one?"

Zac frowned. "Apartment? No. Just live with me." He stroked her cheek, before kissing that very spot. "I wont be able to sleep at night knowing your all alone in an apartment, he could come and hurt you. I want you here with me, in my arms." He smiled at her, kissing her lips softly and sweetly.

Miley couldn't help but tear up. She missed being loved. "Really?"

Zac smiled at her, wiping her tears away gently. "Really. I love you so much baby.. I want you here with me."

Miley let out a small cry before kissing him softly, muttering against his lips. "I love you too."