A/N: Please read Revenge before reading this story. Thank you.

What she did was horrible. She deprived the nighttime sky of a moon. And she didn't regret a single moment of what she did.

I had her at one point in time.

She was what made go on, she was my fuel that allowed me to reach destinations I was never able to before.

Then she ruined it.

She always was beautiful. The way her hair was able to never frizz, even after walking around the concrete sidewalks on a windy day, and how her posture was always perfect, even in the highest of heels. At first someone would see her in his or her peripheral vision, then they would stare at her for her stunning appearance. I was glad to call her mine.

"I only have eyes for you," she'd promise me if I caught her looking at someone else.

"Don't worry, I'm into girls," she'd say if I interrogated her for flirting with a guy.

But both those statements were lies.

I think I'd feel a lot better if I didn't know person. Nonetheless related to the person.

I seriously was able to say I was in love with her up until that moment when I caught her.

I opened the door to my father's office. His back was against the desk with his legs hanging off the edge. She was in between his legs, and bent over, suckling on his neck, while playing with his tie.

They didn't even hear me open the door. My father moaned, and she growled with excitement, "Like that, Mr.Truscott?"

I stopped inhaling oxygen, and no longer was carbon dioxide escaping my lips. My father wrapped his legs around her, making her fall forward on top of him, "Let's get this show on the road," he whispered, but I still heard him.

I still wasn't able to speak, when would they notice I was standing there? Watching my father cheat on my mother with my girlfriend? Or watching my girlfriend cheat on me with my father? Both ways it disgusted me.

"Mr.Truscott, you're five-thirty appoit—oh…" his secretary stopped dead in her tracks.

Miley jumped off him as if he had the bubonic plague. Then she noticed me. "Lil—Lilly," she smiled as if nothing happened.

"When did you start liking guys again?" I balled my hands into fists.

"When I stopped liking you," she said coldly, and walked out of the office.

She wasn't allowed to do that. I was supposed to be the one doing that; I was supposed to be the one abandoning her. I glared at my father before exiting as well.

She never called me again. She never texted me again, actually I never saw her again until I went dancing that night.

I knew she hated me, she told so many people to pass that message onto me. So what better way to get revenge than to have her enjoy a sexual moment with someone she loathes?

The only problem was… I enjoyed it more than I should have.

A/N: Okay so this was a prequel to revenge, and I'm also going to write a sequel, so keep your eyes out for that. Hope this clears things up :D