Chapter 3: The Hotel
"Now, what are you doing here?" he asked.
Miley's POV
What am I supposed to tell him, the truth? I'm not completely sure if I should trust him, especially after what happened with Adrian. We were a couple for only a month. Then again, he could help me, and he is really sweet. It's not like I'm safe since Adrian is not far from here.
"Well after you left for this movie, I got asked out by this guy named Adrian. That was a big mistake. He was nice at first, but then he started abusing me. It's been over a year and I was fed up, so I made a note, grabbed my bag, and left on my bike."
By the look on Jake's face, he was completely shocked. "Are you okay?" he asked. I nodded. He looked around, and then asked, "where's your bike?"
"I needed some things to eat, so I went to the store. When I got outside, Adrian was there, I ran, he chased me, I jumped over a fence, and lost him… and my bike," I said.
"Oh, Miley," he said while pulling me into a hug. I let a few tears slip away.
"I'm not going to let this guy hurt you, don't worry," he said.
"Thanks so much Jake," I said. I felt safe in his arms. We stayed like that for a few minutes.
"Come on Miley, you're coming with me," Jake said.
"Huh?" I asked confusedly.
"I'm not letting you stay out here alone. You're coming with me to my hotel," he said
"Fine," I said, knowing that there was no point in arguing with him.
They walked over to his car, which was across the field. They got to the car and drove to the hotel; it was only about 5 miles away from the parking lot they were just at. Jake put his hood up to avoid being recognized by the people in the lobby. Then they went up the elevator and inside the hotel room.
"Can I take a shower?" I ask.
"Sure," he replied and went to his room, while I went into the bathroom.
I took a shower then dried off. I opened my bag and pulled out a clean outfit. My Hannah wig was in the bundle of clothing, so I tucked it back into my bag. I got dressed and left the bathroom. Then I went to the main room. Jake was pulling out the sofa bed.
"You hungry?" he asked.
"No, not really," I replied.
"There," he said as he finished setting up the sofa bed.
"Thanks," I said and threw my bag over to the sofa bed, but I forgot to close it and the contents came out.
"Here, let me help," he said.
"No! No, it's ok," I said but it was too late, he saw the Hannah wig.
"Miles, why do you have a wig?" he asked.
"Umm, for disguise, just in case," I said, thinking of the first thing that came to mind. He looked at me strangely, and then picked up my wig.
"It looks so real," he said, then he tried to put it on me, but I jumped back and fell on the floor.
"Wow, are you ok Miles?" he asked and helped me up.
"Yeah…" I said.
"Are you afraid of wigs now?" Jake joked.
"No, Mr. Smart Alec, it's just…" I said not knowing what to say.
"Just what?" he asked curiously.
"It's just… you wouldn't like what you'd see," I said.
"What do you mean?" he asked.
"This," I said while putting on my wig, "I'm Hannah Montana."