A/N: I'm back! Yes, this is the sequel to With This Christmas Wish. I've taken into consideration what Rae-Anime-Neko and Princess Of Stories both said. I do need to work on details and with Miley's reaction to the rape, I should clarify. Miley is sort of hiding her feelings at the time of the story. I always planned on doing a sequel, so that I could show how she was feeling. To go into more detail, Miley was sort of blocking out her feelings, but I knew that in a sequel, whichever way I decided to go, she would explode. Her reaction was the calm before the storm, if you will.

And, about them catching Matt, I was leaning towards the actual court trial to go into it more. Matt is supposed to be sly and sneaky. He left the party right away, him and Jake got in a fight, and then he just ran away. So, in this story, there is a Miley v. Matt confrontation. Jake-Hannah-Miley was right. The bash site idea kind of sucked, but I didn't know if I wanted to pursue the (anti?) relationship between Miley and Matt. Anyway I decided on the court thing for the sequel. This one also has some serious stuff from right off the bat. I don't know, I guess I just can't write all that happy stuff anymore. Once again. I don't want to go into too much detail so as not to ruin the story, but if you don't like the end of this chapter, stop reading. Anyway, enough with the A/N. Here we go.

Hurricane Miley

Chapter 1: Good News

She's trapped inside her room

With reruns on the screen

Old books and movies

But she can't stop thinking

I'm torn between myself

My radio my friends

I want to write this one off over and over and over again

And then she looked at me to scream

"My castles are falling"

But I can't look into the street

Without everything changing

I sat silently drumming my fingers on her bed. The TV was showing one of my old concerts and I was writing my diary.

Two months have passed since Matt had left Jake battered, bleeding, bruised and broken. Gosh, two whole months. March. It's flipping MARCH! I just want to forget. Jake's great. He's sweeting and caring and incredibly cute, but he keeps asking if I'm okay. I wish everyone would believe me when I say I'm FINE! Matt is back on the east coast and I'll never have to see him again.

My father entered my room with the mail. It was odd because I never got normal mail, only Hannah mail. And that was rare these days, with e-mail and what not. But this wasn't Hannah mail. This was official L.A. County mail. I opened the letter and when I finished reading it, I simply placed it on my bedside table.

"Sweetie," I noticed my dad was still there, "why are you getting mail from the county?"

"I have to go to court." I said in the calmest manner I could. "The police have found Matt. I have a trial in three weeks."

"Are you okay, Miles?" My dad asked sitting on my bed.

"Yeah, I'm fine, Daddy. No big deal right? I just have to relive every detail of what happened." I Looked at the letter again "No big deal at all."

"I'll go make some brownies." He said, as he left my room. I switched off the TV and turned my stereo on. Something Corporate's "Good News" blasted from the speakers.

I wanna read good news good newspapers

I wanna be innocent again

I wanna read good news, good newspapers

But nothing good is happening

I picked up my phone and dialed Lily's phone number. I quickly shut it, remembering Lily was on vacation with her parents for the weekend. Oliver was too immature to talk to. The only other person who knew was Jake. He'd been on my case about it since it happened. Not in a bad way though. In a caring way. He was so sweet. Still, I didn't know if I could talk to him right then. He still felt guilty, even though I told him several times that it wasn't his fault. He would probably have to testify. It was his party.

A sudden thought hit me. I would be testifying as Hannah, because Matt didn't know me as Miley. It would be in the newspapers and on TV. I couldn't handle that. I thought of how much money it would take to keep the court quiet about the ordeal that would be taking place. More than even Hannah Montana had.

Suddenly, the Hannah phone was ringing. I looked at the caller ID. Jake. I guessed I would have to talk to him.

"Hey Jake." I said in the most faked cheerful voice I could. "What's up?"

"Did you get served by the court?" he asked bluntly.

"I'm fine thanks." I said, sarcastically. "Yes, I did. Did they call you as a witness?"

"Sort of. It was my party and they want to know stuff like did I have alcohol or drugs there. Were the lights bright or dark? That type of thing." He paused for a moment and his tone changed. "Miles, I still feel kinda responsible for what happened to you."

"It's fine Jake. Really, you couldn't have done anything. He's going to be put in jail. I know it. We have physical evidence against him." I tried to look on the bright side "Maybe he'll even plea guilty."

"Yeah right." Jake said. "I gotta go, but I'll talk to you tomorrow at school."

"Okay... bye Jake."

"Miley..."

"Yeah?"

"I love you." he said quietly.

"I love you too." I said equally as quiet and hung up the phone.

Jackson came into my room a few minutes later. He told me the brownies were done and that Daddy had put fudge on some, icing and sprinkles on others, and nuts in the others. Jackson was funny like that. He noticed the little things, like my father's toppings on brownies or that my attitude was different.

"What's wrong?" He asked. I showed him the letter. "Oh, Miles. I can't believe this. I want you to know, I'll be there for you, okay?"

"Thanks, Jackson." I said, hugging him. "That right there, you being so mature, it's so not you. What's the deal?"

"Well, these past few months, I've been doing a lot of growing up. I realize that life isn't always about pudding cups and gross out comedies. And, I know that I need to be there for you during this. I mean, you've been so strong through this. I want to be strong for you."

"Thanks... again." I tried to change the mood a little. "Hey, let's go eat those brownies white they're still warm."

"Okay!" He said, getting up off my bed. I remained. "Are you coming?"

"Yeah, I'll be down in a minute."

Jackson nodded and closed my door behind him.

"Yeah, real strong..." I said to myself, pulling up my sleeve. I took the nail scissors off my dresser and, with tears streaming down my face, added another gash to the pattern of lines on my forearm.

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Soundtrack:

Good News by Something Corporate

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