So I haven't updated because I've been extremely busy what with Finals and all but I also haven't updated because I have only recieved one review...ONE. It really disappoints me because I work really hard on this story and when I only receive one review I have no motivation to continue to write other chapters...I only have one more pre-written chapter and I really don't want to post anymore if I can't get any reviews :(
Thanks to Miley Owns My Gypsy Heart who ALWAYS reviews my chapters. It means SO much to me (:
*JOE'S POV*
I glared down at Miley, waiting for her to explain. She shrank back and shut her eyes, scared, but I was too angry to worry about her feelings at the moment. I crumpled the paper in my hands and threw it on the ground in frustration, impatiently waiting for her to explain. Miley looked up at me and took a breath. She reached out for my hand, but I yanked it away as soon as she touched it. She shut her eyes and when she reopened them I noticed some moisture in the corners. Silently she motioned for me to take a seat on the couch before shuffling past me and finding a spot for herself. I walked stiffly towards the couch and sat next to her leaving distance between us.
"Joe, I don't know where to start or what to say." Miley said as she crossed her legs. Her hands fell in her lap and she looked down and fidgeted with them, refusing to meet my stare. I glared at the top of her head.
"You can start by telling me what the hell is going on." I said roughly and she cringed slightly.
"It's not something I can just spit out Joe! Even if I told you what I've endured in my life you would never understand!" She said her voice raising and I looked at her, my eyes cold.
"Try me." I said ready for anything that came my way. Miley took a deep breath.
"When I was born my mother didn't want me. My own mother Joe! She dropped me off at some orphanage and left. She never kept in touch and never even bothered to see how I was doing. When I was seven I found out who my father was. I tried to get in touch with him and when I finally did he called me a disgusting mistake. He told me never to contact him again. Neither of my parents wanted me. Do you know how that feels Joe? To not be wanted by your own parents?" I looked at Miley, my eyes softening. I opened my mouth to say something but she continued.
"My whole life I've had people take me in as a foster in hopes to adopt me. But everyone's the same. They got tired when I wouldn't agree to what they wanted. They got frustrated when I wouldn't open up. They hated it when I snuck out at night and didn't return till morning. And in the end, they all ended up sending me back to that place." I looked at Miley helplessly.
"Mi, what do you want me to say? I can't lie to the police, if I don't turn you in, the whole family and farm will be in trouble." Miley looked up at me with horror struck eyes.
"JOE! You can't send me back! You can't!" She said as tears fell down her face hysterically. I leaned over and wiped them off but she yanked back.
"If you send me back, I'll just leave again. You can't! Joe! You don't understand what I've gone through with that place!" She cried freaking out again.
"Tell me." I urged hoping she would open up. Miley looked at me.
"My caretaker, Roy, he-he he rapes the girls. If they don't consent, he beats them until either they do or lose consciousness. He scares the shit out of me. He's never done anything to me but only because I refused. Being beaten unconscious is better than being raped any day. Joe, I ran away because I didn't want to be afraid anymore. I ran away cause I was hoping to find a better life! I never meant for you to find me in the barn that day, but I'm glad you did. I've never felt comfortable anywhere, I've never felt like I belong, but I do here. I love your family, your house, everything about this place. You can't take that away from me! Please! Joe!" Miley said crying again and I looked at the broken girl next to me. Slowly I stood from where I was standing and walked towards the staircase. Step by step, I made the journey to my room. I entered and slammed the door behind me before walking to the bed. I sat on the edge and put my face in my hands allowing my elbows to rest on my knees.
I heard a soft knock on the door and then someone quietly entered. The movement was silent as the person approached where I was sitting. Two hands reached out, grabbed my face gently pushing my hands aside, and lifted my head slightly. I opened my eyes to meet deep blue orbs. Miley was kneeled on the floor in front of me holding my face in her hands.
"Joe, talk to me. Please" she whispered softly and I shook my head. Miley's hands fell of my face and onto my knees. She pushed herself to a high knee position and looked at me with pleading eyes, waiting.
"Miley, I don't know what you want me to say." I finally said. "I can't believe you could keep something like this from me. ME! The person who knows you better than anyone!" I said getting frustrated. Miley scoffed standing up.
"You don't know anything about me!" She yelled and I stood up, stalking her.
"You don't think I know anything about you!" I screamed walking towards her. Miley shook her head taking several steps back, slightly cowering and subconsciously wrapping her arms around her stomach. I continued talking not worrying about her discomfort because for once, I didn't care.
"You're Miley! Long brown hair, amazing blue eyes, and the best personality of anyone I know. You don't like it when guys touch you unless it's me. When you get scared you cower and wrap your arms around your stomach, just like you're doing now. When you're angry or feel threatened you become a bitch! Yes, bitch. When you get uncomfortable, you shut down and get this I don't care about the world attitude which I know is bullshit. You're a natural country girl despite the fact you've lived in the city your whole life. When you smile the whole room lights up and you have a way of making the world come to life, no matter who is around. You've never been close to anyone and it makes you scared and uncomfortable to be as close as you are with me, Sele, Tay, my mom and everyone else here. You love to have fun and if anyone can ever break through your shell, you are the goofiest person ever. I've never met anyone like you and you hold my heart in the palm of your hand without even knowing it which scares the hell out of me cause at any moment you could decide to walk away from whatever this is between us and I would never be the same because you would carry my heart with you. You're the girl I can spend an amazing day with like today and share the most wonderful moments with one minute then turn around and piss the hell out of me the next. I don't know why I put up with it, or you but I do, and I like it!" I said loudly, panting as I finished my rant. By this time Miley had backed up against the wall and I was standing right in front of her, my hands on either side of her head to keep her from running off. She looked at me in surprise, as if I told her things she didn't even know about herself.
"WHY DO YOU PUT UP WITH ME?" She finally screamed and I glared at her.
"Because I care about you! Why else would I do it?" I asked lowering my voice to it's normal tone, trying to calm myself and her down.
"That's bullshit. I know you feel sorry for me. No one's ever given me the time of day unless they've felt pity for me or wanted something. What makes you any different." She said icily. I took a step closer to her so my body was up against hers.
"There you go with your I don't care attitude again" I growled, "I've done nothing but care about you from the first day I saw you, why can't you understand that?" Miley looked at me again, eyes fierce.
"I'm done with this. I'm done with you. Let me go so I can pack and leave." she said.
"Well I'm not done, and I'm not letting you go" I said and with that I kissed her, hard. She gasped and struggled for a moment but soon gave in. Her arms wrapped around my neck and I kept mine against the wall, pushing my body into hers, smashing her against the wall. Her hands fisted in my hair and my hands went to her waist, before picking her up. She wrapped her legs around my waist and moaned. I took the opportunity to slip my tongue in her mouth and kissed her with all the anger I've been harboring. She moaned again and lifted her head. I attached her neck with open mouthed kisses finding the sensitive spot close to her collarbone and began making my mark. When I finished I pulled back. Miley was panting and looking at me.
"Now." I said lightly, pecking her lips. "You're mine. I'm not going to let anyone take you away." I said, pecking her once more and Miley looked at me confused.
"But the farm, and your family" She said quietly. I stopped her with another kiss.
"They can't take you away if you're a foster. I just need to make some calls and straighten it out. It won't be a problem, the sheriff owes me. Besides, we can't let that pervert get away with doing what he's been doing to anymore of those girls. I'm turning him in, letting the police handle it." Miley looked at me questioningly and I smirked.
"Why?" she asked and I looked at her deeply.
"Haven't you been listening, you silly girl? If you leave, you take my heart with you. I'm pretty sure I couldn't survive without that vital organ." I said joking lightly at the end. Miley smiled and kissed my mouth. I smiled against her lips as she continued to kiss me. When she finally pulled away I set her down. "Now go wash your face so we can go have fun with everyone." I said. Miley nodded and walked into the bathroom.
"Joe!" She screamed after she shut the door and I ran to the bathroom throwing the door open.
"What is it baby?" Miley glared at me playfully.
"I'm so getting you back for this." She said as she pointed to the hickey on her neck. I smirked and she threw a towel at my head.
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