Here's chapter ten. Enjoy!

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I tired to push Mike away, he was scaring the hell out of me. But instead of going away, he kissed me, I pushed him. He grabbed my waist and started kissing my neck.

"Stop." I said. "Stop it!"

"Oh, c'mon, I know you want it as much as I do!" he said, once again getting close.

"Back off!" I yelled. Oliver was right, that guy was trouble. He grinned.

"You don't have a choice." He said. My eyes widened in fear. He pushed me into the wall and started kissing me again. I pushed him away.

"So, I'm not good enough for Miss. Hannah Montana?" he said. "Or should I say…Miley Stewart?" I gasped. He got close and took my wig off.

"Stay away from me, you two-faced bastard!" I yelled. His expression changed to an angry one.

"Now you got in my bad side." He said, approaching me again. But before he could get any closer, someone punched him on the face, he fell. I looked up and it was Oliver. He angrily looked at Mike, who got up and cleaned the blood from his face.

"You…" said Oliver. "Stay away from her…"

"Or what?" said Mike, grinning.

"Or I'll beat the hell out of you!" he said.

"You don't have the guts." Said Mike, closing his fists and getting close to Oliver. Mike hit him on the stomach, making him fall to the floor.

"Oliver!" I cried. Oliver got up of the floor and jumped on Mike, hitting every part of his body he could reach, blood was everywhere. I was paralyzed with shock. A police car came, two policemen got out of it and quickly held Oliver's arms on his back.

"No…let me finish him…!" he said angrily. The policemen started to drag him to the car.

"No, wait! He was protecting me!" I yelled. They looked at me and let him go.

"This guy…" he said out of breath, pointing at Mike. "…was molesting her. Take him." They nodded, dragged Mike into the car and left.

I fell on my knees, breathing heavily, tears falling from my eyes. Oliver kneeled down near me and hugged me.

"Oliver…I was so scared…" I sobbed into his shoulder.

"Shhhh. It's going to be ok." He said softly. "You did good, sending me that message." He grabbed his cell phone and showed me the message I sent him: 911. Then he dialed a number.

"Mr. Stewart, it's Oliver." He said. "Come here quick, I'm with Miley at an alley near Ben's."

Some time later, my dad came with his car. His face pale.

"What happened?" he asked.

"Mike…he tried to…" I said, sobbing. "If it wasn't for Oliver he would have…"

"Oh, Miley." He said, hugging me. He dragged me to the car. Before Oliver could get in, he put a hand on his shoulder.

"Thanks for protecting her, son." He said, looking briefly at Oliver's bloody fists.

We went back home, I got in my room and shut the door. I sobbed into my pillow till I finally gave up to sleep.

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