This is NOT part of the Faith Series and is rated Mature for sexual content and violence. So this fic may seem familiar to some of you. That's because I wrote it before, along with the sequel "Stand", but decided to remove it. It was in major need of re-writing. I let reviewers influence me too much and instead of writing what I wanted, I gave the readers what they wanted. I strayed from the story I imagined, which is never a good thing to do. Anyway, if you've read this before, I'd like to say theres going to be a lot of changes so it's worth a re-read. And if you have read it before, you'll know who "he" is. If not, have fun guessing :)
On a different note, I'd like to say that I've never been raped. So please don't attack me if Miley isn't in perfect character for a rape victim. I've known people who were raped and how they behaved afterward and also what you see and read. I know I'll never know what it's like no matter how much I see or read. PS. Looking for a beta reader!
(Hannah's POV, by the way)
If We Were A Movie
Prologue
I can feel his breath on my skin. It's sticky and hot and smells like beer. He pressed his lips hard against mine. My lips were closed tight, but they loosen when he tightens the grip on my arm. I've never known such pain; if it weren't for the paralyzing fear, I am sure there would also be pleasure. Jake never kissed me like this. He kept his hands to himself, unless to play with my hair or hold me in an innocent hug. His hands are gripping my arms, breaking veins and giving me bruises. I'm not sure whether to be scared or not. After all, why would he do anything to hurt me? He throws me down onto the bed so forcefully that my body bounces, until he falls on top of me and grabs my wrists once more. He pulls them above his head. I am paralyzed. I am numb. I am lost. I must be dreaming. Things like this don't happen to girls like me. No, this isn't happening.
But it is. He reaches up my shirt and feels around for breasts. Finally, when I open my eyes, I see him. His eyes are dark, wild, and lost. I've never seen him look like this before. It was like looking into the eyes of a stranger. But I know him. His long, black hair. His almond eyes. His soul.
I cared about him more than he knew. More than I knew. I was going to tell him today. I was going to confess my love for him. I had planned it all out in front of the mirror. I never thought this was going to happen. I never thought I'd be raped.