Title: Sound
Rating: M-Rating, Mature themes and Rape.
Author: Freeing Alys
Summary: When you're world is tumbling in, there are people who can make it sound. Liley.
Disclaimer: I DO NOT own Hannah Montana! I am not taking credit or money for this.
Author's Note: For proposes of the story only, we are going to pretend that Jake never came back in season two, he's just been gone since he left in People Who Use People. Hope you like the story and enjoy!
Dedicated To: E.Osmentissuperhot of course! For handing off this story plot to me. I hope that I'm doing a good job with it thus far. Any more suggestions from you would be great! Thanks. :)

Please take the M(R) rating seriously. This part especially, it contains a rape scene, so please be cautious reading. Only read if you feel you are mature enough to handle it.

Prologue: The Beginning

The loud music from the house party blared into my ears as I pushed myself through crowds of high school kids. My eyes quickly scan the rooms as I walk through them, desperately checking for Jake Ryan. We had arrived at the part-the type Jake lives for-an hour ago, and as soon as Jake accepted his first beer, I haven't seen him.

Someone darts in front of me plopping his beer on my brand new shoes. I shouldn't known better then to have worn them to a party like this. "Fuck, sorry." He mumbles and then he stalks away.

I let out a sigh as I make my way back into the living room, the place I originally started my search for Jake. I couldn't' see his bright blonde hair anywhere, but after gazing around the room for a second time I notice Lily and Oliver.

I haven't seen much of them. Not since Lily decided to be completely and truly honest with me one day. And that day just so happen the day after Jake had returned to my life and we started dating again, I guess Lily realized I wasn't going to stay a single girl forever. It's been two years, but the uncomfortable feeling of the conversation never left the pit in my stomach.

"Miley! Hey!" I smile as I walk over to Lily and Oliver who are sitting on the couch, beers in hand.

"What's up?" I ask accepting a beer from someone at my side and then plopping down on the couch, right next to Lily, even though I realize it might be a bad choice. I feel Lily's eyes sweep over me as I stare at Oliver, awaiting a response. I figure Lily's too…somewhere else to answer me.

Oliver shrugs his shoulders, takes a gulp of his beer and glances at me. "We were controlling your boyfriend…then he left." He told me and I glanced at Lily, confused. Jake usually wasn't the one anyone had to control.

"What is he talking about?" I ask Lily and she gives me a small smile.

"He is completely trashed." Lily says and I roll my eyes. If there is ever a time that Jake completely lets loose, it's at these stupid parties.

"Great. I should go find him, get him home. What was he like?" I ask standing up off the couch and taking a drink of my beer.

Lily shrugs at me and then glances at Oliver. "Insane. Do you need help?" She asks preparing to stand off of the couch and I shake my head, Lily probably isnt' the one to help with this case. Or any other involving me and Jake.

"N-no. It's fine. I'll deal with him." I smile at my best friends and turn on my heel to go find Jake.

Turning my head around quickly I glance back at Lily who is staring off into space, her eyes thin and clouded over. Letting out a stream of air from my lips slowly I walk out of the house and towards the spot that I parked my car. Thinking back to Lily I felt my stomach lurch. Things were going great in our relationship, until she admitted that maybe she had feelings for me. More then a best friend should anyway. After that…things started going downhill. I started hanging out with Jake more and more and Lily and Olvier less and less. Btu every now and then we will see each other and act like that Saturday morning never happened.

Spotting Jake leaning against my small VW I wave at him and smile. We've been dating since the day he came back our sophomore year and now beign seniors, we are still going strong. Nothing's changed between us, except for the fact that we are with each other more. "Jake, hey." I say as I reach him and I take his hand in mind.

Jake glances at me, his eyes glazed over and he gives me a lopsided smile. "Dude! Miley!" He exclaims and then he wraps his arms around me, in a tight hug.

I let out a laugh as I reach for my car keys. "Come on Jake. I think you need to get a cup of coffee." I say and Jake leans back on the car, laughing.

"Shit Miley, I'm out of it." He says and I nod my head, he sure is.

"I know, let's go." I say as I open the back door and point towards the seat. I would've offered him a seat up front, just like always, but when Jake is drunk, he is mindless and just a little groping. Which never helps in driving.

"Yeah, let's!" He exclaims as he pulls my hand as he jumps into the back seat.

I shake my head and smile at Jake, he really wishes. But now really isn't the time for it. Or the place on top of that. "No Jake. We need to go." I say but Jake shakes his head.

"Please?" He begs and I sigh, sometimes it's really hard to say no to Jake Ryan. Even when he is drunk off his ass.

"Fine." I say and I slip into the backseat and shut the door behind me. "Better?" I ask Jake and he nods his head quickly.

"Much." He answers, his words slurring out as if they were rushed.

"So…?" I ask Jake staring into his blue eyes, wondering why he even wanted to be here right now, instead of passes out on his bed. In his house.

"I love you Miley, you know that right?" Jake asks and I feel my heart speed up in my chest. He's drunk sure, but somewhere in me hopes that he really means it. And that he's just not szying it, because the beer made him feel like it.

"Yeah. I love you too." I smile and then kiss him lightly on the lips, loving the way that the words sound, with just us alone in my car.

"You're really amazing." He says as I pull away from the kiss.

"Shut up.' I say, embarrassed, but Jake shakes his head.

"No. I mean it." Then Jake slips his hands around my waist and he starts kissing me on the neck.

I laugh, as Jake leaves trails of kisses on my jaw line, neck and collarbone. When he gets drunk he doesn't know how to really act. "Jake…" I mumble as Jake starts kissing me harder on the neck and his hands start roaming under my shirt.

Jake's hand wonder up to my bra strap and he quickly unhooks it, then he starts rubbing my bare skin. Feeling flushed I pry my hands up ot his shoulders and firmly push him. "Jake, come on." I say as I sit up in the seat and start to attempt to fasten my bra back on.

"Fuck Miley. What's your problem?" Jake asks me, his face suddenly red and his eyes angry.

I shake my head and reach for the door handle, he really should get home. He never acts like this. "We need to get you home Jake." I say simply as I turn to face him, my face still burning. Even though we have been dating for two years, we have never gotten to that place of having sex, and the thought of him just wanting it for no reason-other then being wasted-it scares the hell out of me. It's like he turns into a completely different person when he drinks, especially when he drinks too much.

"No." Jake fights back as I grabs onto my wrist by the door.

"Jake, you're hurting me." I tell him firmly as I move my wrist around, trying to break it free.

Jake says something that is so slurred and rushed that I can't understand him as he pushes my arm back and shoves me against the back seat. "Jake!" I exclaim as he presses harder down on me, making it impossible for me to move.

Jake stares at me shortly before he starts kissing me hard on the lips again. Trying to wriggle free from his hard holds on me Jake starts lifting my shirt, until he pulls it over my head. "Jake…please stop." I beg as tears creep to my eyes.

Jake ignores me and quickly shoves his hand that's not pining me down into my pants and yanks them downward. With my now free hand I push on Jake's shoulder again, making him grunt and push down harder on me, until I could feel bruises form. He discards my pants on the floor and his hands move to his own pants as he works the button and zipper. "Come on Jake, let me go." I try again, saying it louder and more firmly this time, hoping that he'll come to his senses and just stop.

"Stop being so loud." Jake quickly warns as he pulls his pants down. He starts to roughly kiss me on the lips again, his teeth clanking on my own, making them ache. I squeeze my eyes shut as Jake pushes his tongue into my mouth. Holding my breath I flinch inwardly as Jake pulls down my underwear.

Jake separates my legs and then he stops kissing me long enough to reposition himself. I gasp for air and glance out the car window as Jake quickly pushes into me and starts to breath heavily in my ear.

I squeeze my eyes shut as Jake's hands press against my chest firmly and he groans into my ear. Trying to breath normally, but not able to. I start moving around, trying to make him stop, but doesn't. I open my eyes again and start scratching at the light brown seat, trying to make the pain go away, if only for a second. But it never does.