Hello. Here is the second Chapter for Broken Wings! I hope you all enjoy it! Leave your thoughts please.

Kaycee

The Next day, Miley awoke from the floor by her alarm clock.

Oh great, school. She thought to herself, as she got up. Her neck was hurting from sleeping in an awkward position on the floor. She looked at herself in the mirror from a distance, examining the damage her father had done yesterday. He had left a bruise on her left cheek from slapping it so hard Miley lightly touched the dark mark on her skin. She just kept looking at the bruise in the mirror thinking to herself. Her thoughts were interrupted my her father walking in her room. He looked at her and laughed a dark cynical laugh.. "Nothin a little Make-up can't fix." He smirked, then left her room. Miley looked into her reflection in the mirror, and grabbed her hair brush from the nightstand beside her. With all the force in her body, she threw it at the glass, and it shattered. A quick tear escaped one of her eyes. She got up, and walked to her closet and a green top and a pair of dark colored jeans. She reached under her bed for her black high top converse. Once, they were on, she went into her bathroom and locked the door. Again, looking at her reflection in the mirror, she touched the black bash on her face. Miley took the foundation and cover up from the counter and carefully applied it to her injury.

When she was done, she grabbed her books and her bag and made her way down the stairs. Hoping to not run in to her father, she slowly, and quietly tip toed out the back door. "Have a bashful day at school, sweetheart." Robby Ray said sitting down on the furniture outside reading the newspaper. Miley acted liked she didn't hear him, although the words shattered her, just as she had shattered the mirror. On her walk to school, she looked out into the ocean. The ocean where Jackson's ashes were. She paused, and faced fullword out to the sea.

Flash Back

"Dad! Knock it off! She didn't mean to!" Jackson stood up for Miley. "Get out of my way boy!" Robby yelled, and shoved Jackson out of his path. Robby was now facing Miley who was huddled in the corner. Jackson regained his stableness and hopped on his fathers back. Robby and Jackson were spinning around in the living room. "Miley! Leave! Go now!" Jackson signaled for his little sister to leave the stewart house. Miley did as she was told and ran into the darkness of night.

She didn't come back until the next morning. She slept out on the beach the night before, hiding from what people thought was her home. When Miley walked into her house that morning, she didn't see Jackson or her dad. She searched the living room, and then in the kitchen. She found nothing. She walked upstairs, so quiet, you could hear the beach waves. Miley creeped into Jackson's room, and took a peek to see if either one was there. Nothing. Next, she tried her own room. Bingo. There she saw one of the most, if not the most sickening sight of her life. Jackson was on her floor, lying there. Lifeless. Miley gasped, and walked over towards him. "Jackson?" Miley touched him. "Jackson?" She whispered. He didn't move. She put her ear to his chest. No heart beat.

Tears came down, and wouldn't stop. "Jackson. No! You can't leave! JACKSON!" Miley yelled in agony. She rested her head on his chest, and held a fistful of his shirt in his palm. Silent tears kept flowing. "I see you found your brother."

Miley was startled by her fathers voice. She looked up and saw Robby leaning against the door frame. Miley stood up and walked to her bathroom. Robby followed her. Miley tried shutting the door, but he was pushing it open. She gave up the fight and the door swung open. "If I were you, I wouldn't tell anyone about what I did to your brother." He said. "What Am I supposed to say?" Miley asked. "I don't know. You act as Hannah Montana. Just act like he killed himself or something like that." He said. He sounded like he didn't even care Jackson died. Like it was good that he was gone. Miley grabbed one of her razors and tried scraping her father. Robby acted fastly though, and succeeded by grabbing it from her hand. He hardly stroked it against her arm. Suddenly, there was a gasp of pain released by her. blood started pouring from the wound. "Never. Never try something stupid like that again." He said, throwing the razor at her. He exited the bathroom, followed by Miley's room.

The Funeral was a few weeks later. Jackson was cremated, requested by Robby Ray. His ashes were scattered along the Malibue waters.

End of Flash Back.

Miley took a deep breath and continued her walk to school.

In front of Sea View High, she met up with Lilly. "Hey." Lilly said casually. "Hi Lils." Miley said, distracted. "So what happened to you last night? I called you like 3 times and you didn't answer." Lilly said.

"Oh.. I was..Um..Sleeping." Miley lamely covered up. 'No Lie. I was sleeping.' Miley thought to herself. Even though Her and Lilly were best friends, there were things that you Miley couldn't tell Lilly. Like the fact that her father abused her. Or that he killed Jackson.

"Sleeping? Since when do you go to sleep at 8?" Lilly asked. "I was really tired."

They stopped at their lockers, then went to their first period geography class. "Okay students!" Mr.Correlie called. "Take your seats!" All the kids took their seats.

The period was almost over, when the phone rang. "Yes. Yes. Okay." Mr.Correlie said into the phone. He hung up and said, "Miley Stewart, take your stuff. Your Dad's here to take you home early."

Miley picked up her stuff, and walked out into the school hallways. She tried to act as if it was nothing. That her dad was just taking her home from the goodness of his heart. She pretended she was happy to see him. There was no denying the fact that she was silenced in fear.