Chapter 11

A/N LYRICS ARE IN ITALICS

I walked home and grabbed my Mp3 player out of my pocket. I needed something to take my mind off this. I put the ear buds in my ears and calmed down, slightly. My fingers touched the cooled buttons. The cold against my skin felt good. I turned it on and the first song was stupid girl. How ironic? Where, oh where, have the smart people gone? Oh where, oh where could they be? Haha so true. I was still a few blocks from home and I felt so tired from walking. I reached the beach and decided to sit in the sand. I went here after what happened with Jake, maybe it will help me cope with all this. I sat in the sand and stretched my toes. The sand always brought me joy, it made me feel as if I was 5 again. The song changed on my MP3 player, now it is How to Save a Life, by the Fray. Oliver told me this song was about suicide, but I never saw it. I never got that from this song. Where did I go wrong, I lost a friend
Somewhere along in the bitterness. How well did that apply to me right there? Wait there was more that applied too.

Try to slip past his defense
Without granting innocence
Lay down a list of what is wrong
The things you've told him all along
And pray to God he hears you.

I didn't want to hear anymore. I turned it off. It applied to me too much. I just want to go in my room and hide under the covers. I felt a light tap on my shoulder and I whipped around. I saw the figure of a girl, about my age.

"Hi, I didn't mean to bother you, we just moved in next door. I wanted to come out and check out the view." She smiled at me and I motioned for her to sit next to me.

"My name is Miley." I said, pulling a strand of hair behind my ears. I felt really tired now. She sat next to me and she extended her legs infront of her. She was pretty, I thought. From the moonlight it looked as if her eyes were grey, and he hair was a little longer than shoulder length. It was brown, like mine.

"Mine is Brandi." She smiled and something glinted in her mouth. She had braces. She is a pretty girl. "Man, its beautiful out here." She said admiring the waves. "We moved here from Illinois, hoping to catch some waves." She giggled.

"Do you miss Illinois?" I asked, not thinking.

"Yeah, all of my family is there, and my friends." She looked at the sand.

"Why did you move then." I looked at her questioningly.

"Out of fear I guess." She dug her toes in the sand and frowned. She didn't want to talk about this, I could tell. "Miley, did something ever happen to you to the point where fear has taken over your life?" She asked. I was startled. Nobody has ever asked me something like this. It also applied to me.

"Yeah." I whispered. Her head shot up, a random stranger understood how she felt.

"How?" Her hands were in the sand now.

"I .. it was.. it happened yesterday." I stuttered. "I was raped." A tear slowly rolled down my cheek and she gaped at me. She was in shock.

"Oh my god, Miley are you okay? I mean I just met you, but seriously. If you need me at all I live next door." She put on a fake smile. I could tell.

"What happened to you?" I asked, looking at the fake smile. The fake smile quickly transformed into a deep grimace. Her eyes turned dark.

"We moved because my uncle was released from prison last month, and he found our house." Her head fell to her hands, she buried her face in her hands. This must be tough on her.

"You just had to get up and move?" I asked. I saw her head move up and down once and then froze again. "What did he do?" I looked at her again and she slowly lifted her head.

"He used to beat me senseless." She said, I looked at her tearstained face and noticed scars, below her chin, above her eye and by her nose. They were old stitch marks.

"That must have been awful." I said, stroking her shoulder.

"I had to perfect my hide and seek skills, I'm telling you that." A smile came across her face and she and I laughed a little. That was somewhat funny. It is great that I finally found someone that can understand my situation. She does, she even made me laugh when we both were sad. I think I found someone that understands. I saw lights flash from my house. It was headlights, Michael must have dropped Jackson off.

"I gotta go, My brother is home." I smiled. "Its nice getting to know you, I'll stop by tomorrow."

"Okay." She got out of the sand and helped me up. We both approached our houses and went in through the back door. I saw Jackson stooped over the table examining a fork.

"What are you doing?" I asked, he looked as if he was going to stab himself with it. He dropped the fork and went over to me and hugged me.

"It's my baby sister, Miley." His head was on my shoulder. "She is so cute… and little." He smiled and went into the fridge. This is weird. I went to the medicine cabinet and grabbed 3 asprin tablets and a glass of water. I set it out on the table.

"Jackson take those." I said pointing to the tablets on the table. "It will help a lot tomorrow. He smiled and grabbed the pill and swallowed them.

"These are tingly." He said.

"They wouldn't be if you weren't as drunk as a skunk." I said going over to the sink.

"Skunks don't drink, silly. They just smell bad." He got up and followed me to the sink. His accent was really starting to show. "Miley, don't let dad know." He said, giving me puppy dog eyes.

"I should Jackson, you tell him every little thing I do. Why shouldn't I?" He glared at me.

"Because I am your older brother and that's how it goes." He said, his voice rose.

As he begins to raise his voice
You lower yours and grant him one last choice

His fists rose and one hard blow came to my face. His hot fist, hit my cold cheek. Jackson hit me, he actually hit me. Tears shot out of my eyes like bullets as he smiled and sat down on the couch. I ran up to my room. He actually hit me? What else could go wrong…

A/N: What drama eh? Well im not sure whats next, Im writing this day by day, so anything could change at any moment ; keep reading and ill keep posting