Okay, so this is my new story Rain. I have no clue how it came to me. It just did! They're like 17 in this story.

Summary: It's been raining in Malibu for days now, and the news says that its going to rain for the next two weeks. I hate rain. The reason, you ask? Every night it rains, I have a dream. More like a nightmare, a flashback of what happened to me. I dream of that cold, bitter, rainy day that happened a week ago.

Chapter 1: Rain

It's been raining in Malibu for days, and the news says that its going to rain for the next two weeks. I hate rain. The reason, you ask? Every night it rains, I have a dream. More like a nightmare, a flashback of what happened to me. I dream of that cold, bitter day that happened to me a week ago.

"Come on Miley. Let's go to my house, my parents are out. I'm home alone." My boyfriend Chris urged to me for about the fiftieth time that night. Finally, I gave in.

"Fine, but nothing more then kissing. Got it?" I told him, he nodded his head and started the car. The car ride was silent, pretty soon we were at his house, going up to his room. He told me to go on, he'll be right back. So, I sat on his bed and waited for him. Soon enough he came back. His hands were behind his back, almost like he was hiding something. He sat on the bed next to me and kissed me. We started making out. Then he pushed me down on the bed. His hands were roaming all around my body.

"Stop it Chris." I told him, he didn't stop. He put his hands up my shirt.

"Stop." I told him again, but that didn't stop him. He snaked his hand underneath my bra.

"STOP IT!" I screamed at him.

He removed his hand. Then grabbed something silver beside him. Then I saw it, it was what he had behind his back. Ductape. He put it over my mouth really quick. He sat me up, took my hands and tied them behind my back. Then he took off my clothes. I was to scared to even realize he forgot about my feet. Then he started raping me, over and over again. I was crying, tears streaming down my cheaks. He stole my virginity, ripped it away from me, along with my dignity. I was gonna get atleast some of it back. I realized my feet were loose, so I reached my knee up and kicked him really hard. He fell off of the bed. Gripping his stomach and leg. I kicked his stomach, but he fell on his leg. I got my hands lose from the ductape, then I removed the ductape from my mouth. I took his lamp and smashed it over his head, before saying "Nobody messes with me. It's over asshole."

I put my clothes back on and called the police and told them everything that happened while crying hyserically. After I was off the phone with them, I called Oliver, and told him what happend. Still crying hysterically. He told me he'd be right over. The police told me to stay at Chris's house for questioning. I would've called Lilly but she's away at her grandmother's house for the whole summer, and I don't have that number. Within minutes Oliver was here. He opened the door and ran over to me, he hugged me while I cried into his chest.

"Shh, It'll be okay Miles." He soothed me while stroking my hair with one, while the other was tightly wrapped around my waste hugging me.

Soon enough, the police came while I was still crying to Oliver. When they knocked at the door then came in, I let go Oliver and straightened up. They questioned me for a while, they took Chris to the hospital to get his head check out, then he was going to jail. Then they called my daddy and told him, before Oliver took me home.

Then I wake up. I wake up sweating. I throw the blanket's off and glance at the clock, 3:12 it reads. It always says 3:12 after one of my dreams, and I don't know why. Then I'll go over to my window, to see if it's still raining. When I see that it is, I get shiver's up my spine. Then I go back to bed, and that leads me to now. I'm currently at the beach just watching the ocean. It's kind of lonely without Lilly, but she told me that she'll beg and beg to come home because of a crisis. So far, it isn't working. I spend most of my time with Oliver, but I don't mind. Me and him have actually come closer since that night.

"Hey," Oliver greets me. I jump and scream. He just laughs. "Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you."

"You freaking doughnut. Don't ever do that again. You scared the shit out of me." I tell him with tears in my eyes. "Speaking of doughnuts, I'm hungry for one."

"Well, sorry you can't eat me." He says with a big grin.

"I wouldn't want to." I reply.

"What are you doing here? It's only 10. You're usually still sleeping." He sits down beside me and folds his arms around his legs.

"I woke up early, and ate breakfasat. I left daddy a note telling him where I was." He looks at me almost as if saying 'that's not the reason.'

"Miles, don't lie. I know you better then that, it's pouring out. You haven't come out of your house in a week. Look at you, you're shivering and your afraid. Miley, your soaked. Let's go back to your house." He tells me. By that time, I had tears in my eyes, and streaming down my face but you couldn't tell. Well, you couldn't untill I starting crying. Oliver put his arm around me and pulled me into his chest and just let me cry.

I pulled away and explained to him, "Fine, yes, I am afraid. I'm afraid of the rain, afraid that those dreams will never stop. I'm just afraid. Ya wanna know something I never told you? I wake up, every single night from those dreams. Every single night at the same time, the same exact time Oliver. 3:12 am. You can't tell me that that's normal!" I get up and start walking away. Walking along side the beach, just forgetting it's raining.

"Miley, maybe you should tell your dad about these dreams." Oliver says once he catches up with me.

I stop and face him. "No, I'm not. Oliver, you're the only person who know's about this. Not even Lilly know's. She only know's about what he did to me because she called me the next day. If it wasn't for that, she wouldn't know. You can't tell anybody. Promise me you won't, Ollie."

"I promise, Miles. C'mon, I don't want you getting sick. You're already extreamly soacked from the rain. Let's go back to your house." He leads me back to my house.

Once we're there, I open the door and see that no one is up yet. I walk over to the kitchen counter and throw the note away. I lead Oliver upstairs to my room. Once we're up the hallway to my room, daddy comes out of his. He looks suspicous at us seeing that I have a hold of Oliver's hand.

"Sneakin' in boys' bud." He says then winks. He laughs and says, "Shame on you."

"You caught us." I say and put my hands up. "We were just gonna go in here, alone, all by ourselves and do stuff. Sorry daddy. Next time I'll sneak him in through the balacany. Think you can climb it Oliver?"

Oliver plays along and says, "Well, it might be kind of hard. But I think I can do it."

Daddy look at us with a shocked look on his face. He never thought we would have gone that far with his joke.

"Okay, well we have to go get changed. We're all wet." I take Oliver by the hand again and go into my room and shut the door.

Almost immediantly, Daddy comes into my room. "If I hear any weird noises. You're never comin' here again Oliver."

"We were just jokin' Mr. Stewart." Oliver says, "We were playing along with your joke. Don't worry though. I'll get changed in Miley's bathroom. I left clothes here days ago."

Daddy eyes us one more time, then shuts the door. We burst out laughing. We both laugh so hard we fall over onto the floor beside eachother. Just to joke around, I roll over on top of Oliver.

"So, how about that doughnut?" I ask him, my wet hair dripping on his face. "Don't forget, I want powdered." My grin gets wider.