Okay, so here is chapter 2. warning: it's a little gory, just a little.

Disclaimer: i do not own hannah montana yadayadayada.

Hey, I added a couple sentences to this chapter. If you don't want to read the chapter again, it basically says how Robbie Ray called 911 before looking for his daughter. Thank you, macandcheeze-its for pointing that out to me.

Chapter 2

"Wooh doggy! I think that was your best performance, Miles!" Robbie Ray exclaimed as he and Miley walked up the pathway to their house, pushing aside long, flower-covered vines.

"Daddy, you say that after every concert."

"Yes, so what's your point?"

Miley rolled her eyes, but smiled.

"I'm just so proud of you, bud," Mr. Stewart said, giving her a bear hug in the process.

Miley giggled. "Thanks, Daddy."

"Boy it's quiet in there," Mr. Stewart commented as he put the key in the lock. "Maybe I should be concerned," he joked.

"He's probably asleep."

"Miley, we're talking about Jackson. The boy never goes to bed until it's midnight."

"Daddy, it is midnight."

"Oh," he said. He opened the door only to be greeted by darkness and an eerie silence. They couldn't see anything except the outlines of furniture and the stretch of moonlight cascading through the window. Mr. Stewart flipped the light switch and the living room was suddenly filled with light. The first thing Mr. Stewart did was check the refrigerator. "Looks like Jackson actually obeyed me," he commented, seeing no food that looked as if it had been touched let alone moved.

"That's a first," said Miley. Tired, she trudged up the stairs and walked straight into her room. But wait. Miley knew something was out of place in her room, and then she realized her door had been opened. Miley growled. She always had her door closed and since Jackson was the only one at home when she was performing…

"Jackson," she snarled and stomped out of her room and towards Jackson's. She didn't care if her brother was asleep. He had violated one of her top rules- NEVER go into Miley's room unless it was an emergency. "Jackson, you have a lot of nerve to…" She stopped.

The room had that same eerie darkness and silence that the living room had, and yet, it felt different. It felt as though no one was really there, yet they were there, and there was a mysterious smell that she could not quite put her finger on. Miley's heart started pounding in her chest as though she felt something was going to jump out at her.

She turned on the lights and something did jump out. It was the first thing she laid her eyes on. The object was lying limp and at a weird angle on the bed. Under it was a pool of crimson liquid that dripped off of the bed and onto the floor. A pistol lay seemingly innocently at the object's side.

"Jackson?" Miley asked cautiously. He didn't move. "Jackson!" Miley ran over to the bed and started to violently shake her brother's limp form. "Jackson, no, don't leave me," she whispered and continued to shake him though she knew it was useless. "JACKSON!" She screamed.

"What in Sam's name is going on here? Miley, you've been home for two minutes and you two are…" Mr. Stewart stopped in the doorway just as Miley had. He couldn't believe the seen in front of him. His pop sensation daughter knelt over a blood-stained Jackson. Her body shook as she sobbed with the knowledge that her brother was dead. "…at each other's throats," he finished hoarsely. He cautiously walked across the cream colored carpet that now held the stains of death. He dropped to his knees beside Miley and gazed upon his son with wide eyes filled with tears. "Miley, can I have a minute with my son?"

She didn't respond for a moment, too reluctant on letting go of Jackson. A few minutes passed until she finally gave a slight nod and stood up. She slipped out of Jackson's room and Robbie Ray was left alone.

Tears poured down his cheeks and fell like raindrops onto the bed sheet. "Jackson," he whispered and gathered his son in his arms. Gently he rocked slightly. "What in the world possessed you to think like this? Why didn't you come to me for help?" He whispered questions to the cold body that lay under him.

Miley sat on the floor beside her bed looking at her hands that were drenched in blood, as were her clothes. But she did not feel like changing. In fact, she was too in shock to want to do anything. He brother, her only brother, lay in the room beside her dead, and she could not do anything. That thought alone made her sick to her stomach.

She took a shaky breath and with it came a memory. In Miley's eyes it was a horrible memory because she did not know what she was thinking by saying that. But the memory was short. At the moment, she did not remember being stuck in a tree. She recalled neither the conversation that took place before, nor the conversation that took place after. All that she remembered were the five words Jackson said and venomous two words she replied with. But they played over and over in her head like a broken record player.

"People would miss me too."

"Oh, please."

"It's my fault," Miley concluded. New found tears formed in her eyes and she rested her head on her knees and began to cry again. "Jackson, I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I didn't mean it. Please come back to me. I never mentioned that I wouldn't miss you because it wasn't true. I would miss you and I do miss you. None of what I said was true; I didn't believe any of it. Please, please, just come back."

Robbie Ray laid his son gently back onto the bed. He tried wiping away the tear trails on his face, but he only made it worse with the blood on his hands. Spotting the pistol, he picked it up. Anger rushed through him and he gripped the gun tightly. With a great force he threw the gun out of the closed window in his son's room.

Glass flew everywhere, but Mr. Stewart didn't care at the moment. He turned swiftly around and exited the room, shutting the door behind him. Walking into the kitchen, he picked up the phone and dialed 911 to let them know. After the conversation, he walked back upstairs to find his daughter. "Miley?" He called out as he walked toward her room. He found her with her knees up against her chest and sobbing. "Miley," he started. She jerked her head up, thinking that maybe, just maybe it was Jackson. Realizing it was not, more tears formed in her eyes.

"Daddy, I'm sorry. I'm sorry, Daddy, it's my fault."

"Miles it wasn't your fault," he said, kneeling down in front of her.

"Yes, it was! It's my fault he's dead. I said something that I was serious about back then, but I realize now I don't really believe it! It's my fault, Daddy!"

"Miles, it is not your fault, now calm down!" Miley got quiet. "Don't you ever think it was your fault. It was his decision."

"Yeah, but…"

"…Miley," he warned.

Miley could not hold back. With the little strength she had at the moment, she flung herself at her father. Hugging him tightly, she cried, and Robbie Ray hugged her back.

Okay so it was a little longer than the first chapter. The third chapter will most likely be put up Monday afternoon. But at least I got chapter 2 done before then!

TgKitty