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This starts of slow and the format is kind of whack, but enjoy 

Fallen Star

"Hannah Montana has officially retired; I repeat Hannah Montana is no more. You heard it here first folks; the princess of pop has turned in her microphone."

Miley watched the news in full out excitement. She giggled a bit as she saw a crowd of little girls bawling their eyes out on the news.

"Hannah's career took a bit of an upturn after she was caught consuming alcohol at Lauren Conrad's bridal party. Millions of disappointed parents have expressed their hate and Hannah has officially stated a retirement"

Miley swore as they showed a picture of her with a cocktail in her hand and a cigarette in her mouth.

"This underaged rebel has been through a lot of public hate and is now-"

Miley couldn't stand listening to this bullshit anymore. Every 16 year old out there drinks, what's the big deal? Stupid paparazzi…

"Miles, you wanna talk about it," Robbie Ray asked, as he took a seat next to his daughter, "You know it was wrong to drink at that party."

"DAD SAVE IT OKAY, I THINK I'VE BEEN THROUGH ENOUGH," Miley yelled angrily.

"I WOULD THINK NOT, how could you even think about drinking, especially after what happened to your brother, I would think you would've known better," Robbie Ray said, half angry, half disappointed.

"Daddy, what happened to Jackson was really fucked up, I mean, just because he was killed in a drunken fist fight doesn't mean that I'm going to end up the same way by having a couple of cocktails. Will you quit babying me," Miley snapped, giving her dad the finger and walking off.

Robbie Ray sighed and wondered where he went wrong with her, seemed like she was falling apart.

"Lily, you're fucking kidding me right," Miley asked irritated, "You're supposed to be my best friend"

Lily rubbed some sun tan lotion on her arms as she continued tanning. It was a warm day and the girls were out relaxing at the beach.

"Miley, I care about you, ever since Jackson died, you've been really upset, just talk to me," Lily asked.

"Oh, I wonder why I'd feel bad about my brother dying because of me," Miley said nastily, kicking some sand with her feet.

"Miley, it was not your fault, things were just fucked up," Lily said kindly.

"Save it bitch," Miley said under her breath and walked away. I hate it when she calls me Miley. My name is Destiny, NOT Miley, she thought.

From the day that her brother had died, she didn't want that nickname. Her name is Destiny, and she finally realised the true meaning of her name. Destiny couldn't handle the depression, the only thing that helped her deal with this was partying…

"Hey there, I'm Jeff," a particularly hot guy said, shaking hands with Destiny, "I saw you from across the room, thought I'd say hi."

Destiny, who was drunk out of her mind, stumbled a bit, "Nice to meet you….Chester."

Jeff laughed, "It's Jeff, but that was close."

"You might wanna go easy on those drinks," he said, grabbing her drink, "Why don't we go upstairs."

Another day, another party…

Jeff winked at his friends as he led her up into a bedroom. He closed the door behind him as Destiny fell to the floor, "Can you take me home, I don't feel so good."

"There's no need to do that," he said, getting closer.

"I think…I think this isn't a good idea," Destiny said, trying to stumble out of the room, but falling before she reached the door. He walked over, picked her up and put her on the bed.

"C'mon girl," he said, pulling her closer.

"Chester, stop it," Destiny said, trying to get away.

Jeff immediately struck her hard across the face, "Shut up bitch, and get on your knees"

Destiny screamed and tried to get away, "WHAT ARE YOU DOING…THAT HURT!"

"Oh did it now," he said, laughing as he slapped her across the face for a second time. Destiny screamed even louder, "YOU'RE AND ASSHOLE, LET GO OF ME"

He tried to get a hold of her but she was screaming and flailing around on the floor.

"Aw hell now, I'm not dealing with this shit," he said, he kicked her hard in the stomach as he left that room. Destiny cried in pain and soon fell asleep…

By the next morning, the party was well over. People from last night were still scattered throughout the house and were slowly being woken up, and thrown out.

"Hey, you okay there," Destiny heard, as she was being shaken awake by someone. Her head was spinning and she could feel the insane bruises from last night. She moaned slightly and tried to open her eyes.

"Jason, did you get everyone out, we gotta start cleaning up before mom gets home," Danny said, urging his brother to get everyone out.

"Almost, you start cleaning, I'll be down in a sec," Jason yelled back, trying to see if Destiny was okay. She finally got her eyes open and realised where she was. She got up as fast as she could but fell back down, her head was spinning.

"You okay," Jason asked again, looking at her bruises, "what happened?"

"Oh my gosh, was it you, WAS IT YOU," Destiny yelled as she started panicking, 'WAS IT YOU?"

"What are you talking about," he replied, genuinely confused.

"Someone tried to hurt me last night," she said as tears welled up in her eyes.

Jason stood there in shock. He looked down at Destiny who was still in a mini skirt and tank top, sitting helplessly on the floor. He couldn't help but feel sorry for her.

"He hit me because I wouldn't give him a blowjob," Destiny said slowly, trying to recall what happened, "and I tried to get him to go away and I don't know if I remember-"

"Damn, that was definitely not me," Jason said, cutting her off. He could tell she was trying hard not to cry, "Here, let me patch you up"

He carried her down to his living room and left her on the couch, "I'll be right back, don't cry."

Destiny wiped off a couple of tears that were falling down her cheeks. I gotta be tough, she thought. Jason grabbed a first aid kit from the kitchen and sat next to Destiny.

"Hey, whatcha doing," Danny asked as he carried out garbage bags full of trash.

"I found this girl upstairs in your bedroom, some dude tried to rape her, she's pretty upset," Jason said, "She's got bruises all over her."

"I knew this party was insane, but that's fucking whack," Danny said, "A guy would have to be a pretty big dickhead to hurt a girl."

For the next 20 minutes, Jason tried to put disinfectant and bandages on Destiny's cuts and bruises.

"I can't go home like this, my dad is going to freak, I'm going to be in so much trouble," she said, freaking out.

"Calm down girl, just be glad you're still in one piece, that dude had a pretty strong back hand," Jason replied.

"Hey how is she," Danny asked, smiling at Destiny.

"I'm totally fucked," she replied, "I can't go home like this. I'm dressed like a whore, covered in bruises, smelling like booze, my dad is going to freak, and I'm such an idiot."

"That's what you get for crashing some random ass house party and getting drunk outta your mind," Jason replied, shaking his head, "Now either you can go home and get in a shitload of trouble from your dad, or you could help us clean this house before my parents get here."

"Okay," Destiny groaned, "My face still hurts."

She looked at her face in the mirror and her right cheek was all red.

"Fuck, look at my face," She said sadly. She observed her reflection, her hair was a mess, her makeup was smudging, and her outfit was definitely not appropriate, "My life is so fucked up."