AN: Miley deals with the horrific act that happened to her, all in the while keeping it from Michael.

Chapter Four: Secrets

Miley was in her hotel shower, damn near scrubbing her skin until it bled. She stood there, letting the shower head drown out her quiet sobs. She just couldn't tell Michael that she had been raped. She just couldn't. It would absolutely kill him. Miley shut off the shower, and stepped out. She looked at herself in the mirror, and let loose another wave of tears. She still couldn't believe what had happened to her. Nothing was going to change what had happened to her, and she knew that this is going to have far reaching consequences in the future. Miley sighed, put on her underwear, pulled on a t-shirt, and walked out the bathroom. She saw Michael laying on the bed, looking at TV. Miley slowly walked over, and laid right beside him.

"Hey, you're smelling good." Michael said sleepily. Miley smiled, and Michael wrapped his arm around her, and pulled her close to him.

"Are you all right? You seem to have something on your mind." Michael asked concerned.

"Yeah, I'm fine." Miley smiled. "I just can't wait to get back to the states."

"Yeah, well, we leave in the morning, so we won't have a long wait." Michael leaned over, turned off the light, and gave her a quick kiss.

"Goodnight." Michael said.

"Goodnight." Miley said. She laid there for a good hour, replaying the rape in her mind. Miley turned over, and began to cry again.

Life back in the states was easy for one of the two. Michael went around, telling his family and friends about the wonderful time that he had in Russia. Miley was always wearing a fake smile, and hanging out with her friends as if nothing happened, which couldn't be farther from the truth. Miley just had to tell someone what had happened to her. She figured that the one person that she could tell was Melody, Michael's stepsister.

Michael wasn't home one day, and that left Melody and Miley alone in her room. Miley figured that this would be the best time to spill her guts.

"Melody?" Miley called softly. Melody was working on her computer, but didn't break her glance on it.

"Yeah?" She answered back.

"I need to tell you something. Something important." Miley said slowly.

"Sure. What's up?" Melody asked, turning off her monitor. Before Miley said another word, she crossed the room, and locked the door. When she turned to face Melody, tears were streaming down her face.

"What's wrong?" Melody asked, now concerned for her friend.

"Melody, in Russia, in our hotel room, I... I was... raped." Miley said through sobs. Melody had an absolute shocked look on her face. Melody babbled for a few seconds before she spoke.

"My god," Melody began. "How did Michael take it when you told him?"

"He doesn't know." Miley said. "I haven't had the heart to tell him. When it happened, he was helpless to stop it from happening."

"Jesus, Miley." Melody said, getting up, and walking towards the window in her room. "This is big."

"I know, what should I do?" Miley asked her.

"Well, we need to get you checked out, just to be sure that you don't have anything." Melody said.

"Okay, and thanks for not telling Michael." Miley said.

"I won't, but you are. Melody warned. "If I find out that you are going to punk out of telling him, I will. Plus, you have to tell Robby and Jackson about this, eventually."

"I am just glad that I won't see the guy who attacked me ever again." Miley sniffed.

A plane landed just outside of Malibu. The passengers slowly departed, and one man from Russia walked out into the sunlight, stretched and smiled. He was going to enjoy his new home in Malibu, and reuniting with his girlfriend.

"Miley Stewart, I'm here for you." Dimitri smiled.

AN: Dimitri has arrived in Malibu, and he is now after Miley instead of Hannah. But next chapter, Miley finds out that she has one more thing to worry about. R&R to see what I mean...