Present day.

My name is Miley. Miley Stewart, to be exact. And Nicholas Jonas? That would be my boyfriend... Well, he used to be.

If I would have met Nick under any other circumstances then I had, I don't think I would've fallen for him as hard as I did.

Nick was hired to basically be a barrier for me and protect me from my delirious step-father. When I was younger, terminal cancer caused my father to pass away. When I finally turned sixteen years of age, my mother decided to remarry. However, the man my mother saw fit to marry, saw fit to molest me. After a year of sexual abuse, I reported him, unable to tolerate it anymore, and he went to jail. Needless to say, he held quite a grudge during the 7 years of time he faced and he was coming after me.

That's how Nick came into my life. At first, he was hard, cold and dedicated to his job. It was more than tough for me to break through his shell but with the help of his brother, Joe, I finally cracked it.

Eventually, my step-father caught up with us and planned to murder us. Joe ended up enduring the worst injuries, as he took a concussion to the head. However, we weren't held captive that long before Nick got his hands on my step-father. He was soon after arrested.

A few months later, the two brothers came to visit me, declaring they quit the business. Nick, however, declared his feelings for me. That's how we started a relationship that couldn't be described as anything but impeccable.

I always knew that Nick was a free spirit. He loved the road, loved the adventures he experienced when traveling. I also knew that eventually, our relationship would end and he would need to travel again. I wasn't sure when this would happen but I always knew it would.

We dated for about a year and a half before the said event- happened.

One night I went to bed next to the man I was more than sure I was in love with and when I woke up the next morning, that man was long gone.

No note, no little recording, no answering of his phone... No good-bye... at all.

This wasn't like Nick... something was clearly wrong.

A few years into the past.

This is where the story begins.

I was sitting on a park bench near a little pond reading the day that I met him. It was a somewhat chilly fall afternoon and the air was crisp. I loved it.

The day started out so well. It was a good day or so I thought...

When he pulled up, I never bothered to think twice of him. He looked just like another everyday guy who drove around with vintage cars and listened to 70's and 80's era of rock music. A badass black leather jacket and an ego to match. But he was different. Slightly, and only in a way I would notice, but still.

As he stood next to his car, I noticed, in more detail, his appearance. He was wearing a pair of boots. Black docs which were faded by wear and tear, to be exact. He was also wearing dark denim boot cut jeans which was fitted in all the right places and also faded by wear and tear. His leather jacket laid over his T-shirt loosely. What I could see of his face at that moment was rugged and handsomely sharp with features. He was wearing the kind of sunglasses that motorcycle police officers would have worn in the 70's. All in all, he appeared kind of dated and old school scrubbish, but somehow, it all worked for him.

I must of been staring at him for some time because he looked over at me. Trying my best not to look too guilty, I casually looked back down at my book. I subconsciously started reading again, even though I wasn't quite sure I even knew what I was reading because my mind was still on him. Out of the corner of my eye, I glanced his way again. This time, he was walking torwards me.

I did my best to keep my attention on the book and off of him. I shifted away from his direction slightly. Hopefully giving him the hint that I didn't want to be bothered.

So much for that thought...

"Excuse me?" That voice. Velvety smooth. I looked up at him slightly as he removed his sunglasses and for the first time, I got to see his eyes. They weren't anything special. Not yet, at least. Just the simple boring old brown eyes.

"Yes?" I tried to sound noninterested in anything he could possible have to say but he just gave me a simple smile and began to speak again.

"Are you, by any chance-" He reached into his pocket, pulling out a folded up piece of paper which appeared to be old. He unfolded it quickly, skimming through it with his eyes before finally looking back up at me. "Are you, by any chance, Miley Stewart?"

I looked at him surprised. Surprised that he somehow knew my name, had it written on paper and seemed to desperately need to talk to me. Still slightly baffled, I replied. "I'm sorry but do I know you?" I gave him another look.

No chance. I would have remembered him if I had ever met him. He smiled that simple smile again and sat down beside me on the park bench.

"No." He paused.

I wasn't sure what to say at all. Here sat this complete stranger, who knew my name and looked like a fantasy boyfriend I might have dreamed of having in my teenie years.

"This might seem a little... Odd." He began speaking again.

Oh, really?

"...but I really need you to come with me." He stated. He had yet to look at me since he sat down.

I let out a faint chuckle. "Come with you? Are you insane? I don't even know you."

"It doesn't matter." He stood and put his sunglasses back over his eyes. He looked around as though he was searching for anyone who maybe was watching us.

Was he trying to kidnap me?

I shook my head. "I'm not going anywhere with you!"

He looked back down at me before leaning in closer. "You will if you want to live to see another day."

What? "Is that some kind of a joke? It definitely isn't funny." I replied angrily, feeling the adrenaline in my veins begin to pump rapidly, along with my heartbeat.

"And its definitely not a joke." He replied back.

"Whatever!" I stood up, shoving my book into my bag and brushed passed him.

"You can't go home. They'll find you there." He stopped me, speaking loud enough to reach my ears, but not loud enough to draw attention from others in the park.

How did he know I was headed home?

"What do you want from me?" I questioned, spinning back around.

There was that smile again. "Just what I asked. I need you to come with me."

"And If I don't?"

"If you don't, you will die."

Die? God, did I go to sleep in reality and wake up in Nuttyville?

"How do you know that?" I rolled my eyes, brushing away a strand of hair that rested over my forehead.

"That doesn't matter right now. All that matters is that you have to come with me. Bad things will happen to you if you don't and thats something I can guarantee, Mi."

Mi? A nickname already? Who did this guy think he was? I sighed, unable to belive myself for saying what I did next. "If that's the case... then how do I know I can trust you?"

"What choice do you have?" He raised an eyebrow.

Run away, screaming for help?

"I could just completely ignore everything you just said and go about my day like I never even saw you. That sounds like a choice to me!" I pursed my lips together.

He nodded. "I agree but you won't and you know why you won't?"

I hate know it all guys. I rolled my eyes, sucking in my breath. "Why?"

"Because you're intrigued by me."

Arrogant ass. But, I must admit, he was right. "Fine."

I know what you're thinking. 'What the hell is wrong with you?'. But I had a cell phone on me. If he indeed was as crazy as he sounded, I could have just called the cops. Besides, its not everyday where you just so happen to meet a man as alluring as him. You wouldn't have been able to help yourselves either.

"Come on." He stated with a tilt of his head as he nodded in the direction of his car.

I followed him over to the sleek black 71 Dodge Charger. It was in such a remarkable shape. Like the day it was bought. As we drew closer to it, I could see myself reflected in the black coating of paint. What wasn't painted black was chromed to perfection. This car was amazing and I almost swooned over it. My fingers grazed the hood slightly.

I heard him snap his fingers then turned to his direction. "Get your hands off of the car, sweetheart." He demanded, as he opened the passenger side door.

"Excuse me.." I replied.

"Get in!" He nearly shouted as he walked away from the open door and headed around to the driver's side. "And don't slam it!"

Anal about his car. Typical male for you, huh?

I got in the car and pulled the door as hard as I could. The glare in his eye as he looked over at me was priceless. I swear if we were somewhere deserted and alone where no one could hear me scream, he would have probably killed me.

"I'm sorry. Did you say slam it or don't slam it?" I asked sarcastically, almost giggling.

"I already don't like you..." He mumbled as he started the car.

"Where are we going?" I asked. He looked at me and then back at the road. I shook my head, slightly annoyed. "Oh come on, you can at least tell me that."

Still no reply.

A few minutes passed again. I turned to him to question him again when I noticed the look on his face. He appeared bored. Not the normal "there's nothing to do" kind of bored- but the "what am I doing with my life" kind of bored. How could someone so young be so zoned from life?

I realized that he had known my name but I, strangely, didn't know his.

"Will you at least tell me your name?" I asked, chewing slightly on my bottom lip.

He glanced at me again then turned back at the road. No answer.

I let out a deep breath and sat back in my seat, arms and legs crossed. That's when I heard a slight snicker escape from him. I looked over at him once again. "What are you laughing at? You think its funny that you can just kidnap me and tell me nothing about it? How do I know that you're not going to rape me or something?" I spat. "Why did I even get in this car with you?" I questioned more to myself than him. I really was contemplating it now. Letting all the bad things that could happen to me run through my brain.

"Nicholas..."

I looked at him, confused. "What?"

"My name is Nicholas... Nicholas Jonas." He looked over at me. "Just call me Nick."

"Nice to meet you." I stated, looking away from him.

He turned his attention back to the road. "Mhm."

I sat back in my seat and relaxed during the rest of the ride to where ever it was that we were going. For some reason, even something as simple as knowing his name, set me at ease. I didn't feel the need to worry about what was going to happen to me anymore.

Unusual, right?

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New chapter soon. I already wrote it. :3 So, yeah. Review? Please and thank you, xo.
Oh, sorry I had to delete this and put it back up. I made too many spelling mistakes. ~