Mikayla's POV

What…the…fuck. Why is she with him… I've been gone for what… a week?

"Mom" I say flatly. She flies off of Dr. Hues and stares at me. I know she's trying to find something to say. It doesn't matter. I don't want to hear it. I slowly walk towards her. "What the hell is he doing here" I say sharply, stopping in front of her. Her eyes get clouded and her expression gets hard. Dr. Hues stands up next to her and wraps his arm around her back. "Why, were in love. I'm here to keep your mother… company. Why are you here?" he asks. In love? Company? That asshole.

"I live here, asshole" I snap. "Really, so do I. Well, I better go finish unpacking." He says with that wiseass smirk, disregarding what I called him. He gives my mom a disgusting kiss and pretty much swallows her face. She's obviously not enjoying it. He pulls back and walks off.

I hear my mom's door shut then stare her dead in the eyes. "Why?" is all I say. "I told you, he loves me" She says quietly. "What happened to "I love you more than him"?" I ask. She looks away. "You wouldn't understand" she says and walks around me to the stairs. I turn around. "I wouldn't understand? What is there to understand? You looked me in the eyes and told me you loved me more than him. You said you wanted me not him. You know what he tried to do and you still let him come back." I say, my voice cracking.

She turns around and faces me. "He made a mistake and I forgave him. Something your father couldn't do. I do love you Mikayla but… I need him." She says finally meeting my eyes. "No. No, you don't need him. Mom… we were-are gonna get through this together. You have me. I'm here. You said I was enough. You said I was… you lied to me… I'm not worth him… you don't love me more." I say, my eyes welling up with tears.

"I need him Mikayla" she repeats quietly. I can't believe this. After all this, she needs more. I break eye contact and pace a little. "I'm not enough for you. God, first Miley now you? No… Miley I get, but you? Tell me what I need to do. Tell me what I can do to be enough. Mom I'm trying so hard to be." I say finally letting the tears come out. I fell to my knees on that last sentence. My mom crouches down in front of me. "Mom let me be enough. Please… let me be enough. Please love me… not him. Why am I not worth it?" I whisper. She doesn't do anything. She just looks at me.

She doesn't hug me. She doesn't hold me. Why won't she touch me? Why won't she comfort me? I'm just looking at her waiting for her to hug me and tell me that I'm enough. I'm waiting for her to say that she'll leave him. That I'm worth it. That she loves me and won't ever stop holding me. "I'm sorry Micky" She whispers. She stands back up and walks up the stairs. That's it. No touch, no comfort, nothing.

Dr. Hues comes back down the stairs and stands in front of me. I stand up and look at him. "Aww, don't cry. I'll be more than enough for her… and you." He says with that smirk. I tighten my jaw and clench my fists. "What? Does it piss you off to know that tonight I'm gonna bang the hell out of your mom? That she'll prepare herself for me? That my seed is gonna be where your fathers used to be? It's alright. You don't need to be anxious. Because you're mine too. I own you, got it? You're my bitch. I'm your new daddy, and you're gonna be one hell of a daddy's girl" He says and grabs my shoulders. He slams his face on to mine and forces me to kiss him.

I instantly knee him in the crotch. He stammers back and holds his balls for a few seconds. I wipe my mouth off with the back of my hand and spit on him. He does his smile and that's the last thing he'll remember. My fist connects with his face and it sends him flying into the kitchen. He slams into cabinets and looks at me in shock. His nose is bleeding and his eyes are starting to swell. I knew one day I'd smack that grin of his face. I hit him really hard. I walk over to him and give him an intimidating glare which seems to have worked. He's scared shitless. I kneel down next to him and get close to his face. "You ever do that again, and I will kill you. If you hurt my mother in anyway whatsoever, I will kill you. If you tell me what you and my mom do, I will kill you." I say in a low voice. I lean closer. "And if you ever say that you are my daddy again, I will sure as hell put you in the ground." I say in a deadly tone. He knows I'm serious. I stand up and smirk at him. "You're pathetic" I say in a mocking voice. I grab a kitchen towel and throw it at him. He flinches when it hits him. "Clean yourself up. You don't walk around looking like that in my house." I say sternly then turn around and walk out.

I walk out of my house and get back in my car. I can't stay here. Not while he's here. I turn on my car and peel out of the neighborhood. I'd be proud of myself if I wasn't so heart broken.

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I'm sitting in my car in Miley's driveway. I've been sitting here for hours. I don't know if I should go in or just hit up a motel 8. I can't just sit here forever.

I get out of my car and walk to Miley's front door. I ring the door bell and wait. I hear steps. If I run I think I can make it back to my car before she opens the door.

I hate this. Not feeling welcome. I just had a meager heart break and I need someone to be with me but, I feel so uncomfortable here. I'm not too sure why.

The door opens and I see Miley with her priceless smile standing in the doorway. "Hey, I though you went back to…" Her eyes drift down. "What happened to your hand?" She says concerned. "I had a doctor's visit today. He moved in." I say trying not to cry.

"What happened?" she asks quietly.

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There is literally fire in her eyes. I just got done telling her what happened. We're in her room now. I iced my hand and she cleaned it up for me. I'm laying on her bed propped up and she's sitting on the edge of the bed next to me. "I'm gonna kill him" she says sharply." No your not" I say. She looks at me hard. "Why not" she says like a two year old. She's so cute. "Because he can hurt you. I'm not gonna let him Miley. Just let me handle the physical part."

She pouts for a few seconds then nods. "You're staying here right? Or at least for tonight?" she asks. "If you want" I shrug off. She gives me a 'duh' look and I smile."We should go to a hotel." She suggests. I give her a confused look. My dad's gonna be home soon and I don't really want to be around him." Neither do I. I nod.

"And Mik, I'm proud of you" she says in all seriousness. It takes everything in me not to just bust out crying hysterically. She leans forward and gives me a lingering peck (shorter then a kiss, longer than a peck. You get the point) on the lips before hugging me tightly. Did I mention that I'm in love with her?

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We're at the hotel now. Miley left a note for her dad and we left. We're just across the highway but it's still nice. Just me and her. I am currently dozing of in the bed. I didn't even bother getting comfortable. I just pulled the covers back and laid down. It's been a long rough day. I feel the other side of the bed sink and Miley covers me up. I groan in response. It's the best thank you I can do.

I'm on my stomach, right arm hanging off the bed. I am so comfortable. The lights go out and I feel Miley's head on my back. I'm just about asleep when I feel her hands slip under me and go dangerously close to my crotch. I don't know what she's doing but I hope to god she doesn't stop.

I feel her fidget with something. "The least you could of done was take your jeans off." I her Miley say annoyed. I smile, face half in the pillow. I'm not facing her but I can imagine the look on her face. She tugs on my jeans and eventually gets them off. I did nothing to help. She lays her head back on my back and sighs. "Goodnight Micky" I hear her say. I groan again. I could almost feel her eyes roll. "And Mik, try not to flash me your ass this time" she says with a snicker. It was my turn to roll my eyes. No promises Miley, no promises.

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I wake up in the same position I fell asleep in. I move around a little bit and stretch. I feel and arm swing around my torso and slowly pull me onto my back. I'm met by a moderately annoyed Miley. "First I have to take your pants off for you and now I have to roll you over. What next?" she asks with a smirk. I make a thinking face then grin at her. "Bathe me?" I ask. She gives me an I-can't-believe-you look then in one move, pushes me off the bed.

I hit the ground with a thud. "It was a joke" I say monotone. I see her head poke over the side of the bed and she grins. I sit up and give her a playful glare. "Your phone went off earlier. Allot." She says. "I'm sure it did" I say obviously not caring. "Micky she's your mom. She's just coping with what happened. Yeah, it was stupid but she still loves you and cares about you" she says trying to convince me.

"Miley stop. We'll talk about it just not now. Please." I say seriously. She sighs then nods. We hear a knock then a voice. "Room service" we hear. It's a girl. "You ordered room service?" I whisper yell. "Yeah" she says in a 'duh' tone. "Do I need to remind you what happened the last time we ordered room service and a chick delivered." I whisper yell again. "Yeah" she says in the 'duh' tone again. I scowl at her. She shrugs and gets up to get it.

I hop from my butt to a standing position before she can unlock the door and… I pulled something. I make some sort of grunt and hit the floor. Sleeping in one position the whole night… bad idea. Miley retrieves the food cart then walks over to me. She looks down at me and gives a confused look at the grimace on my face. "What did you do to yourself" she asks monotone.

"I… uh… I pulled… a muscle." I struggle to get out. She continues looking at me. "I pulled my groin" I say then glare. She made me say it because she knew I didn't want to. She grins then helps me get back onto the bed. I grunt the whole way. This would be better if I had pants on. I spread out face up on the bed. I close my eyes and grit my teeth. This hurts.

My eyes snap open when I feel Miley's hand massaging the muscle I pulled and, well, we all know where that is. "Mik, if you don't work it out it'll lock up. Hold still and relax." She says determined. Again, having pants on would make this experience better… on second thought… not having boxers on would make this experience perfect. "You ok?" She asks. I look down at her. "Yeah…" I say. Nice job Mikayla, she's totally has no idea that you want to get her on her back and make her scream. "What are you thinking about?" she asks.

I hesitate. "Tacos?" I say. Mikayla, you are so stupid. "You were thinking about something dirty weren't you?" She says monotone. I really don't know what to say. Ok Mik, be smart, this is not the time to be a horny idiot. "Pretty much" I say confirming it. Really? Really??? She instantly retracts her hands. "You have I serious problem." She says with a facial expression to match her statement. "I know" I say confirming her comment.

"Mik…" Miley trails off. That's interesting, she shrugged off what I said. I thought for sure she'd shove me off the bed again.

I sit up. Wow she was right, I'm not even cramping or anything. "What's up Miles?" I ask. She sits Indian style and faces me. I do the same. "Do you ever think about…" she trails off again. "About?" I start for her.

She sighs. "About when we… did it." She says. Her face gets red and she looks away. It depends on what she means by that. In general I think about it sometimes. I definitely think about it when I… well, you know.

"Uh…well, sometimes I guess" I say. She totally caught me off guard. "Why? Do you think about it?" I continue. "Sometimes. I was just wondering. While we're on the topic, do you regret it?" she asks. "I regret that I wasn't fully functional. I regret that I wasn't sober. It was bound to happen eventually." I say. Shit… I just totally implied that I want/wanted to fuck her under normal circumstances. Please be clueless Miley.

"How can you say that like it was nothing? Like it didn't matter to you. You waited eighteen years and in one hour you destroyed it." She says a little… hurt? Well, at least she didn't catch my slip up. "Miley, it did matter too me. It mattered allot. Yeah I waited I long time, but I'm glad it was with someone I trust. Someone who won't expose me or uncover me. It's safe with you. That's why I'm ok with it." I say. "Wow" is all she says.

Then, a light bulb goes off in my head. "You said hour" I say. "Yeah, I did" she says in a 'duh' tone…again. "We… for an hour?" I say high pitched. "Yeah, you are quite the animal" She says with a giggle. A smile slowly makes its way onto my face. "Oh my god Mikayla" She says rolling her eyes. I hold my grin. "An animal huh?" I say raising an eyebrow. She gives me an I-can't-believe-you look. Then I some how end up being shoved off the bed again. I hear her bust out in laughter. An animal huh… I guess it's time to unleash the beast…

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I know, I filler chapter… kinda. I wanted to give the drama a rest. Twelve is my favorite number so I had to give it some favoritism. I know I didn't give you any of what Miley's thinking but there is a reason.

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Mikayla's POV (still)

We're standing in front of the pool room. Miley saw it 20 minutes ago and has been pestering me to go since then. Well she shut up for 5 minutes when I bought her something to eat at the hotel restaurant. I was feeling generous and even tipped the waitress 20 bucks.

"Please?" Miley asks for the ten millionth time. "No" I say flatly. "You might see a girl in a bikini" She says with a raised eyebrow. Wait... girl in a bikini… if I go, I'll see Miley in a bikini. Hell to the yes.

"Ok" I say in a zoned out state. "Horndog" I hear Miley say. I grin at her as I come out of la la land. "Ok let's go" she says. She takes my hand and leads me through the doors. It's a nice pool. It's big and deep. There's a Jacuzzi too and we have it all to ourselves. The pool room is only lit by a few dim lights on the walls and the lights in the pool. So it looks like night time. It's kinda romantic really. "We don't have swimsuits" I say. Damnit. Miley stands up and pulls off her shirt. She throws it on a pool chair then does the same with her pants. She's wearing a dark read bra and matching panties. Wow. She is so fucking hot.

"Your turn" She says. I hesitate a little. She looks at me expectantly. I pop the button on my jeans then unzip them. I take them off then throw them next to hers. "You ok?" she asks tying her hair up into a ponytail. "I'm peachy" I say with a sarcastic grin. I pull my shirt off and throw it on my pants. I'm wearing a black bra and blue plaid boxers. She hands me a hair tie and I tie my hair up in a ponytail like hers. She grins. "Come on" she says before bolting towards the deep end. I catch up with her and stand on the edge of the pool with her. She grins at me again then jumps as far as she can. She hits the water and instantly disappears under the water. And how am I not supposed to be horny?

Of course my instincts kick in and I jump in after her. The rush of perfectly heated water hits me and I open my eyes. I see Miley smiling at me then she swims up for air. Of course, I follow.

I surface and suck in sweet oxygen. Miley swims over to the wall to rest and I follow (again). She climbs out of the pool and offers me a hand. I accept her hand but she freezes. I see an embarrassed smile appear on her face. "Mik" she says blushing. "Yeah?" I say completely confused. She lets go of my hand then points behind me. I turn around to see my boxers floating about five feet away from me. I bite my lip and look down. Hmmm. I look up at Miley and she simply walks away and gets in the Jacuzzi. I reach over and grab my boxers.

After struggling to put them back on I hop out of the pool and join Miley. She just smirks at me. "We tell no one of this" I say blushing. She nods. I lean my head back and she does the same. It's so relaxing. We hear the pool room doors open and the waitress I tipped walks in. She see's us and gives a shy smile. We simply return it. She undresses revealing a bright green bra with blue polka dots and a matching thong… wait thong? She turns around to put her clothes down and I check out her perfectly tan ass. I feel my arm get pinched and I'm met with Miley mouthing 'horndog' at me. I roll my eyes and watch the waitress come over to us. "Mind if I?" She says timidly. "Not at all" I reply with a kind smile. She gets in next to me and leans her head back. Her eyes close and Miley and I do the same.

We relax in the bubbly jet-y goodness for about ten minutes when I feel a hand on my thigh. My eyes pop open and I glance down at the waitress' hand. I look at her and she starts to the starts to make small circles. She doesn't look very happy but I'm enjoying it. I smirk to my self and lean my head back again. I close my eyes and focus on what she's doing.

Her hand finds its way to the waistband of my boxers and I lift my head to look at her again. She looks a little scared but looks away. What's her deal? Her hand slips into my boxers and it dances around the one place I need it most. Ok, so I don't know this girl but why not? Yes, Miley's right next to me but I think she fell asleep.

I open my legs a little wider so it's easier on her. She slowly starts to touch my center and I spiral into pleasure. My muscles start to tense a little. Miley straitens back up and the waitress' hand is instantly back in her lap. "I should go" she says then gets out and scampers off. Miley just yawns.

I am dying here. I am so fucking horny. I can't just take care of it. Oh god… what am I gonna do? Miley looks over where the waitress was. "Hey she left her watch" She says. She climbs over me to get it. Her breasts graze my shin and I struggle to breathe. Her knee moves to between my legs and yes, she's fully against me. I whimper a little. She looks down at me. "Are you ok?" She asks somewhat concerned. Her knee is moving against me because of the jets pushing her but, she's pushing me to completion.

I can't even talk. All I can fell is the pressure building up. Miley moves her knee and sits back where she was. I am at the breaking point. Why is it escalating so fast over so little? I mean, if I even stand up I'll drive my self over the edge. "Mik are you?... " she trails off. She has a hint of what's going on. I finally come clean. "I am about to explode. I need to explode. This is killing me." I say rushed, breathing heavy. "Well after what that girl was doing to you I could understand why" She says knowingly. I don't even care that she saw what the waitress was doing. I need relief… now.

"You have to help me" I say begging her. Under normal circumstances I would never even fathom saying that to Miley but I'm desperate. "What?" She asks monotone. "Miley I know we're just friends but I can't handle this much longer and I can't… I can't. God just do something!" I say in desperation. If it wasn't possible to die from sexual buildup, then it will be in the next ten seconds. I see Miley panic then she straddles me. "So much pressure" I barely get out. I start to squirm and I can't focus. This is really bad.

I shut my eyes tight and continue to squirm. Miley shoves her hand in my boxers and immediately attacks my center. This kills me. I start moaning uncontrollably. I wrap my arms around Miley and bring her as close as possible. Anything to make it stop. She goes harder and faster but she looks around then stops what she's doing. I look up at her. "Not here" she says worried.

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She somehow managed to get me all the way back to the room. We're both still in our underwear. But we somehow put our shirts back on. I land on the bed face down and grab on to the sheets. Why is this happening? I squirm constantly. I can't control it. "What the fuck is happening?" I hear Miley say. "Ugh, I don't know but you have to make it stop." I say through gritted teeth. It looks like I'm in the worst pain of my life but it's the complete opposite… it's all pleasure… but I can't handle it.

Miley flips me on my back and I start thrashing around. "Make it stop… I can't… Make it stop." I growl. Miley yanks off my boxers then straddles me again. I don't care what she sees, this has to stop. She resumes what she was doing and I grab fists full of the sheets. I don't know how she's staying on me. I'm thrashing around like hell.

She struggles to stay on me and almost gets thrown off a few times. What's happening to me? She looks very determined. She looks up at me and here eyes get wider. "Mik, what the hell is going on?" She says panicked. "I-I don't know. I can't c-control it. I can't handle it. God I can't handle it!" I yell the last part. She sees what ever this is really taking it's affect on me. She knows this isn't just me being a horndog… this is something different. Something far beyond unnatural.

She shifts positions so she's between my legs, my thighs resting on hers. I suddenly feel two fingers plunge into me and I suck in a sharp breath. My pleasure sky rockets and I wrap my legs around her waist. She pumps in and out of me for I don't know how long, with me on the verge of screaming. I'm constantly making noises, they mostly consist of 'god Miley', 'yes', and 'harder'. I arch my back and buck my hips to meet every thrust. She pushes my shirt up above my belly button. I don't care why I just want us to get on with the sex.

Oh my fuck… we're having sex… and we're not drunk… ho-ly fucking fuck. I start to scream her name and she thrusts in deeper and harder with every scream. "Come on" I hear her say wanting it to end. I feel partially the same way. She's been doing me for twenty minutes at the least. The bed's shaken like hell and we're both sweating. I hear the headboard start banging against the wall. I hear a few cracks as the bed keeps shaking. Even a few pictures on the wall are vibrating. She's doing me really hard. I grab onto her shoulders and pull my self up to her.

This is too much. Miley swings her other arm around my back to help keep me close to her. I can't help it, I bite down into her shoulder. She growls but continues to pick up the pace. I don't want to hurt her but I don't think I have much of a choice. I pry my teeth of her shoulder. "I-I'm sorry. I… I don't…" I can't even finish my sentence. "It's ok Mik, just try your best to relax" she says out of breath.

I grunt at her movements. This is literally killing me. It's not so much pleasure as it is a burden. I start to shake and tremble. Miley puts her lips to my ear and whispers comforting words. Things like "It's ok" and "it's almost over". It helps allot. It soothes me for a little bit. But of course it can only do so much as my body starts to shake again. "M-Miley…" I whimper. She starts taking full deep thrusts into me. Oh god.

Just as I think this might be my death, my muscles tighten around her. She keeps going though. My whole body tightens more than ever before. I arch my back and with one final thrust, I explode, screaming her name and digging my nails into her.

My orgasm lasts for a good thirty to forty seconds. I see Miley let out a huge breath of relief. I relax and everything just kinda falls to the bed. My body is beyond worn out. I glance down and see the mess I've made then ride out the rest of my pleasure. But things start to fade out and the last thing I remember is Miley collapsing onto me.

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See? I had to make it special. This was a long one. So, something happened to Mikayla and made her get horny to the 12th power but you wont find out why or how till next chapter. They had sex sober this time, sort of! I stand by my statement of why I didn't give Miley's thoughts.

I also stand by what I said to my reviewers.

So as this is my favorite number and possibly favorite chapter so far, I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did. Tell me what you thought as well as any suggestions or questions (other than, "how did Lilly die?!?") you have.

P.S. I am also currently writing another story called "Right Round", so be on the lookout for the first chapter.

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