"Love, Miley Cyrus"

I had just finished signing a picture of myself (and Hannah Montana) when a

magazine dropped down in front of me. I automatically looked up.

"Nick? What are you --"

He disregarded me completely, his eyes full of rage and anger. This side of him,

which barely came out, scared me extremely. I stood up to face him.

"N-nick," I stuttered, "Why--"

He cut me off again. This time growling, "Look at that."

He obviously meant the magazine he slammed on the desk.

I picked it up, and turned it to see the cover. My heart hammered in my ears.

"N-nick-k."

It was a picture me. A private picture of me. I was posing in front of a mirror, with

my shirt held up and my underwear riding low...

"What the hell are THESE, Miley?!" He shouted. I flinched.

Once again, all I could manage was his name. My hands were shaking so badly

that they had dropped the awful gossip booklet. "N-nick..."

His eyes were closed. His lips pursed. I was afraid of him ... and slightly attracted.

"How could you do this again, Miley?!" He sounds disapointed. His tone is lowered.

I swallow. "I'm s-s-sorry. They were never meant --"

He scoffed. "Never meant to come out? Never meant to be leaked onto the internet

where EVERYONE in the world could see them?? Well, I have an idea for you..

STOP TAKING THEM!"

At this point, I wasn't scared of him anymore, I was furious.

"STOP INTERUPTING ME!"

I screamed at him. He stayed silent. I lower my voice. "

Why do you even care?!"

Nick almost exploded right then. "Why do I care??! Miley! Do you know what it feels

like to see dirty pictures of your ex-lover on the front page of a magazine?!"

It was silent for a moment. All that was audible was Nick's intense breathing.

"No.." Was all I could say, every other word was out of reach.

The bitterness seeped back into Nick's voice. "Exactly," He retored, "I was trying to

mend us, by piecing you back together, Miley, but now ... call me when your not

some attention seeking famewhore."

With that, Nick left the room, not before slamming the door angrily.

I was in shock for the first few seconds. But then his words came flooding back. The

viciousness of that beautiful voice surrounded me.

"When your no some attention seeking hollywood famewhore."

I cry out in defeat. Sobs rising through me as my impulses kick in. I turn back and

rip the no good, lying, worthless magazine to shreds.

And when those words have rid me of all my tears,

Im on my hands and knees facing the wreckage.

"I was never broken."