So here's another new one...don't worry. I will update the others...I just need to be in the mood. I promise they will be updated. Promise!
Enjoy and review. And Oliver is OOC in parts of this. In this chapter most definitely.

-Jen

PS: sorry this chapter's kind of short...the others will be longer!

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This was what I loved. I loved when he held me, and stroked my hair. I loved when he sung softly in my ear, I loved when he whispered things for only me to hear. I loved when he kissed me, gently and slowly.

That was what I loved. But it usually always turned in to what I hated.

I hated how he's get on top of me and start kissing me harder with more demand. I hated how he'd always move his hands everywhere over my clothes and then move them under. I hated how he would press himself against me, a unnecessary reminder of what he expected me, wanted me to do. I hated how he treated me like nothing more then a way to get some at those times.

I hated how mad at me he got when I told him I still wasn't ready.

He'd progressed to the part I hated now. His soft, gentle, loving kisses had turned in to the fierce, 'I-Want-More,' kisses. He'd rolled over on top of me, his erection was pressed against me.

It was when he began to push his hands up my shirt that I stopped him.

"Oliver..." I whispered when he moved his lips from mine, to attach them to my neck.

"What baby?" He groaned, his nether regions being pressed against me more, making me feel more uncomfortable.

"Stop." I whispered so softly, but that was all it took. He stiffened, his face grew mad, but he rolled off of me, pushing his fingers through his hair.

"Jesus Christ, Miley." He growled, "This is getting fucking annoying."

"I'm sorry." I whispered.

"You're sorry, you're sorry; are you ever anything but sorry?!" He yelled at me. "All it is withyou is 'nope, sorry Oliver, I'll let you get all worked up and then decide not to have sex at thelast minute!'" He said angrily, grabbing my hand and pressing it to his...erection. "Do you know how much that hurts? And you do it every time." He growled, only letting go when I let out a whimper. He threw my hand back at me and turned away, letting out a groan of frustration.

Shaking, I moved, and tried to hug him from behind, but he got up. "I'm going in the shower." He said, and I swallowed, looking away.

"I'll wait here."

"Just get out, Miley. Go home." He said with venom.

"This is my home." I quietly reminded him. Just a few days ago he'd helped me move all my stuff in because I'd sold my apartment at his insistence.

He let out a laugh, though I didn't see what was funny. "Then just...get out. I'm sick of looking at you right now."

He turned away as tears filled my eyes, and the bathroom door slamming drowned out the sob I let out.

I heard the shower start, and I slowly reached for my phone, pressing a button and making a call.

"Hello?"

"Lilly?" I cried, "Can you come get me, please?"

"Miley?" She asked, "What's wrong?"

"Please...just come get me. Can I stay with you for a few days?" I pleaded.

"Of course, hon...I'll be there in five." She promised, I heard her keys and a door open.

"Thank you." I whispered, before hanging up.

I got a duffle bag and put some clothes in it, and then grabbed my purse, and then went to the bathroom door, and knocked hastily.

"What?!" He snapped.

"I-I'm leaving." I said quietly, wishing he'd tell me he hadn't meant it, wishing he'd come out and wrap me in his arms.

But he didn't. "Good." He snapped.

"I-I love you." I said, pleading.

"Get out." Was the only response I got.

I ran out, and didn't even bother with the elevator, ran down the stairs, and through the lobby. Lilly was just pulling up and she got out, face concerned, and took my bags, and I got in the car.

After she'd gotten back in the driver's seat, she said softly, "Miles?" And I broke down. "Want be to go up there and teach him a lesson?" She asked softly.

I shook my head and whispered, "Please just drive."

She did, and after a moment, asked, "What happened?"

"We...we just got in a bad fight. It's nothing."

"It doesn't seem like nothing, Miley." She said sharply.

"Please, Lils..." I pleaded softly, "Please just let it go. I just want to forget about it."

She didn't say anymore, only, "You can stay with me as long as you want to."

We arrived at her apartment, and after helping me in to the guest room and asking if I needed anything, Lilly left to her room, and I changed and crawled under the covers of the guest room bed.

I clutched my phone in my hand, staring at the picture that was my wall paper. It was of Oliver and I a few months back, he'd kissed my cheek sweetly and I'd snapped a picture.

I wished that things could be like that again. "Step by step, Miley." I said softly to myself, and then I realized someone should tell that to Oliver.