I heard a gunshot, and a scream. Why doesn't it hurt? I wondered. Is this what it feels like to be dead?
I cautiously opened my eyes to see two men laying on the ground, struggling to sit up. One was my father, and one was the evil man. But which one had been shot?
Then the evil dude dragged himself up, and clutched his right knee. I could see dark blood coursing from it, and he cursed, glaring at both my father and I in turn.
My farther stood and quickly grabbed the gun, pointing it at the man's chest, like the man had pointed it at mine just a couple minutes ago. He stood firmly in front of me and said, "If you so much as look at my daughter once more, I'll kill you."
"Daddy," I whimpered, standing. I held onto him tightly. "What did you do?"
"Well, Miles, I saw him aiming that gun at you, and I couldn't just sit there and let him shoot my baby girl, now could I? So I ran over here and knocked the gun out of his hand just as he shot. The bullet hit the side of the building instead of you, and ricocheted off, hitting him in the leg. And thank God for that." My father looked at me and hugged me tightly to him, and it was only then that I saw the paleness of his face and look of stark fear in his eyes.
I glared down at the man in front of me. He was glaring back just as harshly at us.
"How did you find out about my secret, anyway?" I demanded, as he tried to stand but moaned when the pain hit his leg.
He sat back down and sneered up at me. "It was quite easy, actually. All I did was follow you back from one of your Hannah concerts one night. Once I found out where you lived, it was a piece of cake. All I did was ask some people who lived around here who lived there."
"Who did you ask?" I questioned. I didn't really care; I just wanted to keep him talking until the police arrived.
"I remember that I asked your little boyfriend," taunted the man. "Remember, the one I killed? He was so stupid. I was trying to figure out some reason that I could feed to him about why I was asking, when he just offered the information without out any prodding! What an idiot!"
Rage flared inside me and caused me to see red. "You take that back, you piece of garbage!" I screamed, and would have rushed at him, if my father hadn't grabbed me by the arm and held me back.
The evil man laughed.
Then I noticed three police officers standing behind him, two men and one woman. The woman noticed me looking and put a finger to her lips, as if to signify that I should remain quiet and not let him know about them.
"W - why did you kill Oliver?" I demanded.
"Why? WHY? Because he was in my way, of course. All I wanted was your money, Hannah Montana."
"You are under arrest for the murder of Oliver Oken, and the attempted murder of Miley Stewart!" yelled one of the policemen, all of a sudden.
The man jumped about three feet in the air, and glanced back to see the three police officers, each with a gun, aimed at him. He groaned when he realized that he had been caught.
I just looked at my father and collapsed into his arms, sobbing, so relieved that this whole ordeal was over.
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It wasn't completely over, of course. We had to go to court and testify against him. The case was basically cut and dry, though, as three police officers had heard him confessing to the murder of Oliver.
We found out that Jimmy Johnson, the evil man, was fairly stupid, compared to other criminals. The most obvious way to get money would have been to hold me captive; Jimmy, for some odd reason, had not even considered this option, however.
Lilly and Jackson had been elated that I was fine. I found myself drawn closer to them both, as well as my father. I knew that I couldn't take any other people whom I loved for granted.
I still miss Oliver terribly; we all do. But I know that at least the terrible man who commited such a heinous crime is behind bars, and I think that that would have made Oliver happy.
Finally, I realized that Oliver's death wasn't my fault. It was Jimmy's. I think that my best guy friend is resting in peace now that his murderer is in jail, and I can finally live with myself, and move on.
It's going to be hard, but with Daddy, Lilly, and Jackson supporting me, and vice versa, I think we'll all be alright.
THE END!
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