Joe and Nick are NOT related in this story.

"Milleeeeeeeyyyy! Pleeeeease get me ice cream!" Demi said. I rolled my eyes.

"Dem, I just went to the gas station 20 minutes ago to get you chips. Now ice cream? Those people are gonna think I'm some fat ass!" I laughed.

"I'M PREGNANT! That's a good enough excuse!" she yelled. Oh, lovely mood swings.

"Ugh, you know I'm gonna kill Joe for getting you pregnant." I grabbed my keys and Demi's wallet. If she wanted the ice cream, she was paying.

"THANKKKKK YOOOUUUUU!" Wow she was loud.

"What kind?" You never knew with Demi, it always changed.

"Chunky Monkey, Red Velevet, and Chocolate Cookie Dough." she grinned. I groaned.

"Seriously?"

"Yep." she popped her p.

"Ugh, I'll be back in 15." I walked out the door to my car. God, I'm gonna murder Sterling for getting this girl pregnant. She has the worst mood swings I've ever seen.

I pulled into the Square K gas station and parked my car against a gas pump. Hey, if Demi was buying, why not fill up my tank? That girl owes me. I laughed to myself as I filled up my car, then drove it to the back parking lot, giving the person behind my a chance to fill their tank. I locked my car and went inside the little store.

I grabbed the ice cream Demi requested and gave the dude Joes card. I was wrong. Demi wasn't paying, Joe was. Oh well. That boy made enough money to fill up my gas tank and buy me and Demi food. I got the card back and walked out of the station with Demis ice cream, some chips, some candy, and a few drinks. Hey, I didn't feel like coming back. This was my third trip tonight. My 10 in the last two weeks. Plus, I'm a girl too. I wanted food.

I was walking to my car, when I heard a bunch of groans. Figuring it'd be funny to catch two lovesick teenagers in the middle of it, I turned the corner next to the station to find them. But I didn't find what I assumed I was going to. Teenagers, yes. But they weren't lovesick. They were blood sick. Four gang bangers were raping a blonde teen, who couldn't have been older than 18. I hid behind the corner, so I could still watch. I took out my iPhone and recorded it. But then Demi called me.

"I don't mind spendin' every day,

Out on your corner in the pourin' rain.

Look for the girl with a broken smile,

Ask her if she wants to stay a while…"

They saw me. They looked up and looked straight at me. I turned and ran to my car, knowing they were behind. I jumped in the front seat and threw the food behind me. I could always buy more if I needed to. I locked my door just as two of them came up and banged on my window. Guess the other two were too busy finishing up that poor girl.

"Open up bitch!" one yelled. He was wearing a dark green camo hoodie with dark gray jeans, with the hood up of course.

"C'mon sweetie, we ain't gonna hurt you." he had a black and gray camo hoodie on, with dark blue jeans. They both had nice shoes. How come gang bangers always had nice shoes?

I started my car as fast as I could, then sped off. I saw them chase me in my rearview, but they were smart enough to know they couldn't catch me on foot and stopped chasing me after a block.

I drove around for about twenty more minutes, with Demi calling me atleast twenty times, before I finally went back to my house.

"WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN?" here it comes.

"Demi I-"

"I've been worried sick!"

"Dem-"

"You KNOW a pregnant woman should NOT get stressed out Miley! I do-"

"I SAW A GIRL GET RAPED!" I probably said that a little too loud. Demi just gaped at me, so I showed her the 10 second video I got of it.

Next thing I know, we're at the police station. After two day sleepless days, they said they got nothing off the tape, but assumed the gang bangers got my license plate or knew my face well enough to have someone go after me. I was scared. They sent me to a different headquarters where'd I'd be assigned an undercover bodyguard who would follow me around, but would pretend like he was someone else.

"And that's how I ended up here." I said to the chief of police down at the out of town headquarters.

"Well Miss Stewart, Chief Williams had sent in a request for you, these guys are known for working fast, so I'm going to assign you one of our best." I smiled politely. I had forced Demi and Joe to go home before I came here. I needed to do this alone. Plus, Demi was pregnant. She needed sleep. And she needed Joe there with her.

"Thank you, Dan." he smiled back. And he asked me to call him Dan.

"Well, he'll meet you here today at 4. Pack light. Few shirts, some pants, underwear. One bag will do. Don't bring your phone, computer, iPod, or anything electronic. Don't tell anyone where your going, who your with, or why. Just leave." I was confused.

"Won't they be worried?"

"We'll take care of it." I shrugged.

"Okay, I'll be back in two hours." I got up to leave.

"Oh and Miss Stewart?" I turned around.

"Yes?" He handed me a dinosaur cell phone. It was one of those flip ones that only has the number keyboard.

"What's this?"

"Your new phone. Untraceable. You may put 2, and only 2, friends numbers in it. You have to call them, they cannot call you. And you can't give them the number from that phone. You'll call them on private only." I nodded and went back to my house.

I looked in my closest and sighed. Only one bag? I picked up a gray duffel bag off the floor from the back and set it on my bed. I put 5 t-shirts, 2 pairs of jeans, 2 pairs of sweatpants, 1 pair of shorts, sneakers, socks, underwear, and bras in it. Then I got my bathroom and make up essentials. And then I put in two books, my favorite pillow, and my favorite purple fuzzy blanket. I put my Cds, journal, and fuzzy blanket in my purse.

I grabbed my iPhone and transferred Joe and Demis numbers to the crappy dinosaur phone. I turned my iPhone, iPod, and computer all off and unplugged, sitting in a pile in the middle of my bed. I sighed and walked around my house saying goodbye, not knowing when I'll see it next. I locked my door and shoved my keys into my purse. I walked to my car and drove back to the HQ.

"Hello Miss Stewart." Dan smiled as I walked in with my duffle bag and put it down in front of his desk.

"Hi. The lady upfront just told me to come straight back here, I hope that's okay." he laughed slightly.

"Of course it is. I asked her too. Come along, I'd like you too meet your new best friend." I smiled grimly. As Dan and I walked down a hallway, I noticed his features. He looked about 40, with short light brown hair. He was in pretty good shape, which is expected since he's a cop, and had a wedding ring. I smiled. I hope this will all be over eventually so I can focus on making a family of my own.

"Here we are." Dan opened a door for me. I noticed it was another office, much smaller with less decorations. Not many pictures, just a few of a golden retriever, one of a young looking boy sitting in mud, covered in it, smiling up at the camera, and one of a older couple smiling at the camera with then mans arm around the woman. I smiled and walked in farther. Then I noticed someone behind the desk. I looked at Dan and raised my eyebrows.

"Miley this is Nicholas Grey, the best we have here." I smiled and stuck my hand out for Nicholas to shake, but he just glared at Dan.

"It's Nick." he's deep voice came our gruff, almost annoyingly stern. I put my hand down.

"So Nick knows everything…" Dan trailed off talking about what was going to happen. About an hour later, Nick and I were sitting in the front seat of his car, my duffle bag, along with his own, in his trunk. His car had bench seats, which meant even more awkwardness.

"We're gonna drive for about 30 minutes and then we're gonna get some food too keep here in the car. K?" I nodded and he started driving. This was gonna be oh so fun.