FYI, Miley and Lilly are 16 going on 17, Oliver's 17 (sophomores), and Jackson's 18 (senior). And the idea at the beginning of the chapter goes to SVUlover for helping me decide to do it.

Chapter 1: A Sad, Sad Day


Miley's POV

"MILEY RAE STEWART!" My dad shouted from the bathroom. What could he want? Oh, no. The phone rang and I went to answer it and I…oh, no.

"Care to explain this, young lady?" My dad asked.

"I love you daddy." I replied before hugging him.

"That's not going to cut it this time, Miley. I need an explanation."

I examined the object in his hands. Just as I expected, he had found my pregnancy test. Don't look at me like that! I was drunk and it was an accident. I don't even remember who the guy was. And that's probably the worst part.

"Okay, dad. I know that this looks bad, but I want you to know that it was a complete accident and I am fully ready to take responsibility for my actions."

"Who's the father?"

"Um, I don't actually know. He…he…"

"How can you not know!?"

"Um, well like I said it was an accident, at this party and I uh."

"You were drunk, weren't you?"

"Maybe."

"MILEY! How could you be so stupid? Haven't I raised you better than that? I am so disappointed in you!"

"I'm sorry!"

"Sorry isn't enough this time, Miles. You're going to have to stop being Hannah, get a real job, move out, find out who the father is and have him help support you."

"Move out? You're not going to let me live here?" I asked, shocked.

"No, Miley. You made the choice to grow up to fast. And now you have to leave."

"But dad!"

"No buts, Miley. Be ready to leave in four months. That's when you're mom started to show when she was pregnant with you and Jackson."

"I hate you! How can you be so cruel to your own daughter!? How can you not love me anymore!? I made a mistake, so what? I'm going to fix it. But knowing that my dad is so mad that he's throwing me out of the house at age 16, that's too hard to accept!" I shouted, racing out the door to school.

I caught up with Lilly on her skateboard, telling her what happened with my dad. She already knew about my pregnancy because I told her when she called before my dad found the test. She was very supportive all day at school, and we went to the beach and the mall after to talk and look at baby clothes, which made me feel much better.

I walked in the door after spending the day with Lilly, anxious to see what my dad had come up with while I was away. Although, when I walked in, I was surprised to find Jackson on the floor in the middle of the living room, gripping the phone with tears rolling down his cheeks. Rolling my eyes, figuring some girl was smart enough to dump him; I stepped over his hunched figure and made my way to the kitchen. I realized that dad wasn't here, like he usually was when I got home from school. I got worried, thinking he was getting rid of my room or something, so I asked Jackson.

"Hey, Jackson, where's dad?" For some reason, this made his tears turn into real sobs, and soon he was hugging me. "Whoa, Jackson. What's wrong?"

"D-d-dad." He stuttered. My eyes grew wide. I put my hands on his shoulders, pushing him away from me and looking into his eyes.

"What about dad?" I asked very slowly, worried.

"H-h-hospital." He stuttered out.

"Oh my god," was all I was able to say before I dialed Lilly's house and asked her mom if she could drive Jackson and I to the hospital, knowing that Jackson was in no shape to drive. That's when it hit me. Jackson wouldn't be bawling if dad was going to be okay, would he? That thought didn't sink in until we were at the hospital and asking the secretary where dad's room was after Mrs. Truscott dropped us off.

"Robbie Stewart?" She asked as we nodded, typing his name into the computer. "Oh, dear. He's in room 617, but I have to warn you kids that you won't like what you may see."

I didn't even realize that I was running and crying until Jackson and I were standing outside the room and I realized that I was short of breath and my face was wet. I looked at Jackson, my hand hovering over the knob, and he nodded, signaling me to open the door and see for myself what happened to my father.

Slowly, I opened the door and Jackson and I stepped cautiously into the room. I nearly cried at the sight in front of me. My father, the man who raised me all by himself when my mother died, the man who gave up his career so that I could follow my dreams, the one person who's done everything for me, now lay on what I soon realized would be his deathbed. Jackson told me that he'd leave so I could say good-bye first.

I walked up to my dad, and sat down on the bed beside his almost-lifeless body. I grabbed his hands and said my words of good-bye.

"Dad, I'm not sure if you can hear me, but I want you to know that I appreciate, more than words can say, everything that you've ever done for me. I know that I haven't always made your life easy, but I love you and I need you to know that you are the best dad I could ever ask for. I'm so sorry about everything. I didn't mean to hurt you and I hope that you can hear me and forgive me. I know that I made a big mistake, but I am really going to make it better. You'll see when you watch me and my baby from heaven that I can do it with all that you've taught me. You are my inspiration to do everything I do and always will be, no matter what. You've raised me so well, and I am ready to take on the world, even if you won't be at my side. Thank you for everything. When you see mom, tell her that I love and miss her, and I'll see you both one day. I love you, dad, and I will never forget you." I had tears pouring down my face as I finished, and I kissed his cheek before running out of the room and into Jackson.

I had been sitting on the floor crying, when a doctor walked up to me.

"Hello, miss. Are you a family member of the patient in this room?"

"Y-yes. He's my father." I reply, steadying my voice.

"Oh, well I am terribly sorry to tell you this, but he's in critical condition in a coma and most likely won't make it to tomorrow. He was hit quite hard by an oncoming drunk driver, who died on impact. I'm sorry, but I would say your good-byes tonight."

"Yes, my brother is in there doing so right now. Isn't there anything you can do?"

"I really am sorry, but he's lost too much blood and his internal organs are bruised beyond repair. We've done everything we can, but he can't be stabilized. I am truly sorry for your loss."

"Thank you." I say before he leaves, and I break down again.

Jackson's POV

"Hey, dad. I never really imagined having to do this, so I haven't really prepared anything. A good-bye speech seems too formal to say see you later, so that's all I'm going to say. I love you, I'll miss you, and I'll see you later. Tell mom the same. And just know that I'll do my best to look after Miley. See you later."

I hugged my dad before walking outside to sit with Miley. She told me what the doctor said, and we cried together, hugging for the first time in a while. We hadn't realized that we'd been there that long, but at three in the morning, a doctor confirmed that Dad had passed away.


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