QUE SERA, SERA (WHATEVER WILL BE, WILL BE)
Chapter 13: I'll survive
I'm freaking out
So where am I now?
Upside down
And I can't stop it now
It can't stop me now
I, I'll get by
I, I'll survive
When the world's crashing down
When I fall and hit the ground
I will turn myself around
Don't you try to stop it?
I, I won't cry
MILEY'S POV
I woke up and smiled as I was greeted by Nick's adorable sleeping face. He looked so cute and handsome. The way his arms were wrapped around me just made me feel like I was home. I just want to wake up every morning beside him. I really wish we would end up together.
I leaned down and kissed his cheek lightly. Then, I carefully slipped out of bed and walked towards Jazzy who was still asleep in her own bed.
"Awwwh, look at the pretty little girl," I whispered in admiration. She looked so cute, just like her brother.
I leaned down and kissed her cheek too before walking towards the bathroom.
I took a nice warm bath and changed into some clean clothes.I walked back in the room and chuckled quietly when I found Nick and Jazzy still asleep. I sat on the edge of the bed and reached for my phone located on the side table. When I got my phone, I found out that I got one new text message, then I wondered who it might be.
"We need to talk. Be at the house office by four," it was my dad's text message said.
I began to get tensed and nervous. I thought of so many possible reasons as to why he would want to talk to me. What if he had decided to lock me in my room until he gets what he wants? I couldn't live like that anymore.
I felt the bed shift a bit and the next thing I knew, Nick was behind me, kissing my shoulder.
"Hey, baby... You're awake," he murmured as he wrapped his arms around my petite frame.
"Nick, dad wants to talk to me," I said anxiously as I held onto his arms.
"See? Maybe he sorted everything out," he replied excitedly.
"I hope so," I sighed. I really wanted to believe that he would finally listen to me, but it was just so difficult.
Nick made me turn around, and he kissed my lips lovingly. The kiss was slow and passionate, and when we pulled away, he smiled at me.
"To celebrate this day, do you want to go to Disneyland?" he asked while caressing my hair.
My face broke into a big smile. "Oh my God, yes! I have never been in Disney for like numerous years! I gotta tell Selena. She would be ecstatic!" I said as I got off the bed, and he just chuckled. I thought I heard Jazzy yawn, so I looked at her direction.
Her head was slightly raised up, and her eyes were still half-closed. She looked adorable.
"Did anybody say Disneyland?" she asked cutely in her sleepy state.
I laughed as I walked towards her and picked her up in my arms. "You want to go to Disneyland?"
Her eyes got wide in excitement as if she had been awake from quite some time already and had already buckets of sweets.
"YES!" she yelled, making me laugh and set her back to her feet.
Disneyland was amazing! It felt so good to act like a little kid for a while. I soon remembered my childhood days; no drama, no worries, and no hurtful words, all because they knew you couldn't handle it yet. I remember laughing with my mother, storytelling with my father, and sleeping in my parents' king-sized bed with their arms wrapped around me. If I knew everything would turn out like this, I would have wished to never grow up.
Being in Disneyland again made me forget about all my problems for a little while. Hanging out with Nick, Jazzy, Justin, and Selena really made my day more special.
"It was so fun!" Jazzy yelled as we walked towards the car. She was wearing the Minnie Mouse ears that we bought for her and she looked very adorable.
"Did everyone have a great time?" Nick asked as he picked up Jazzy in his arms.
"Yes!" we all answered excitedly.
"We gotta go back tomorrow!" I suggested and Nick looked at me confusedly, making my brows crease. "What? We're missing the parade and fireworks today," I reasoned.
"Okay, fine," he sighed in defeat.
"I wanna see fireworks too!" Jazzy said excitedly.
"We'll watch tomorrow, Jazz," Nick said as he passed Jazzy in my arms so we could get in the car.
"Okay!" she chirped before I carried her inside the car.
We got in my house after we dropped Selena in hers. Justin and Jazzy made their way to the maids' quarter, while Nick and I silently walked towards my dad's office.
"I'm nervous," I said as Nick and I stood outside my dad's office.
"Come here..." he told me, and I wrapped my arms around him."You'll be fine," he added as he held me comfortingly.
"What if he forces me?" I asked anxiously. I felt scared of what might happen.
"Fight for it, Mi. I'll be here outside if you'll need me," he said, releasing me from the embrace.
"Thanks, Nicky. I love you," I whispered as he caressed my face, and we just stared into each other's eyes.
He smiled and gave me a quick kiss. "Love you too, princess."
I took a deep breath and knocked on the door. My mind kept over-thinking, and I certainly doubt I would be able to talk clearly.
"Come in," I heard dad say.
I opened the door and slipped inside the office. My dad closed the folder he was working on, and he watched as I walked towards the chair in front of his desk.
"What do you want?" I asked fiercely. I just hate him so much right now.
"I thought you wouldn't come," he said casually.
I was getting impatient. I just want to get this over with so I won't feel anxious anymore. It was very stressing. "What do we need to talk about?"
He clasped his hands together. "College," he answered.
I crossed my arms in front of my chest, trying to look vicious. "I just want to make it clear that I won't take law anymore," I said hardly.
He then nodded his head. "I know. I have thought about it, and I have accepted it," he told me. It was so unbelievable, though.
"Really?" I asked with wide eyes.
Was he really done with it? Don't blame me, but it was really hard to believe. He had called me useless and other mean stuff that meant I don't deserve to live because I was the reason why my mother got killed.
"Yes," he said, giving me a small smile.
He was acting weird, but I didn't care. Maybe he really has changed.
"Wow, thank you," I gushed happily, but still unsure and skeptic about his sudden change of mood.
"You're welcome," he replied.
Why was he so nice to me? Was he really sincere? Was he playing at me?
Anyways, I got out of the office feeling as confused as ever, but I felt slightly happy too. I felt amazing, actually. I thought this opportunity would never co me to me.
"What happened?" Nick asked when I got out and closed the door.
He looked worried, so I ran up to him and hugged him. He hugged me back, and I heard him chuckle lightly.
"He finally accepted it!" I said happily.
We walked away from the office, and he kissed my cheek lovingly. "Well, congratulations."
"Thank you so much, baby," I said as I hugged him with one hand. If it weren't for him, I wouldn't have had the courage I had when I confronted my father from the very first start of this argument.
He smiled at me, and I knew he felt proud of me and my little achievement. My dad has decided to let me study music instead of law. My life couldn't get so much happier!
"I love you," he murmured before leaning in for a kiss. How did I get so lucky to have a boyfriend like Nick?
NICK'S POV
"I love you more. Let's go to my room," she said as she held my hand, and we walked along the hallway.
I was really happy for my Miley. I know how much she wanted her dad to accept her decision. Now that everything was settled, I noticed a bit of lightness in her mood.
It was past nine in the evening and I just finished hanging out with my girl. I was about to go down stairs when Mr. Stewart called me.
"Grey, can I speak with you for a second?" he asked me, and of course, I nodded.
"Sure Mr. Stewart," I answered before we walked towards his office. As we reached his office, I felt so confused on why he wanted to talk to me. Well, maybe he just wanted an update on Miley's protection, I thought to myself
"Take a seat," he offered and I did.
He sat on his chair at the back of his desk, and he looked at me with a serious expression on his face.
"So how good was my daughter?" he finally asked as he sipped on his cup of coffee.
"Uhmmm, sorry, what?" I felt so confused. Maybe he was talking about her musical skills?
"Is she a good kisser? Do you enjoy touching her too?" he asked furiously.
What? No. He couldn't know about us.
"I don't know what you're talking about," I answered, trying my best to sound confident.
He raised his eyebrow. "Someone gave me a tip that you and my daughter are having a romantic relationship," he said as he gave me some stolen pictures of me and Miley kissing, holding hands, and very intimate. Uh oh, we're in BIG trouble.
"I love Miley, Mr. Stewart," I blurted out before I gulped to remove the growing lump in my throat.
"Oh please, she's eighteen years old, kid," he said unbelievably. She might be eighteen but her mind was way beyond her age.
"She's more mature than her age. I love her," I answered briefly, trying my best to convince him.
"Here's the deal. If I fire you, Miley would get to pursue her music career. I'll even give you some extra money, an apartment far away from here, and a new job to sustain your sister's needs. If you want to stay here with Miley, I will not let her study music, and your sister has to go and work for me as a house helper for five years," he said straight away. I honestly thought he changed, but I guess it was too good to be true. I wanted to stay for my Miley, but this man was sick. I don't want Miley's dream to get crushed. And I don't want my little sister to experience that horrible job.
"I'll leave. I don't want to work for a selfish man like you," I told him fearlessly.
His face became contorted as if he didn't know how selfish he was being. "Don't you dare contact my daughter. All of your communication must be cut now. I don't want you for Miley. We both know you wouldn't be able to sustain her needs."
All he cared about were his greedy dreams. I mean, it's okay if you're rich, but you have to know your place, and you have to be thankful for what you have. We must share what we have and we must not use our wealth to wrong doings. We must not take advantage of less privileged people just because we think we have the power.
"Your daughter loves you so much. I just hope you love her the same. When I walk out this door, I'll forget about you and your family. I don't need your money," I said before walking out of the door. I didn't want to work for a person with an unpleasant attitude and selfish mind like him.
I sighed as I got out of the door. I needed to face my Miley, but how? How would I tell her that her dad found out about us, and that I have to stay away from her? I love her. I never want to break her heart. I didn't know what to do. But maybe a silent goodbye would help. I know she would still be happy because she would be able to live her dream to be a performer. I believe that if we were truly meant to be, the time would arrive so that we could be together again.
I walked towards her room and quietly went inside. There, I saw Miley curled up in her bed, sleeping like an angel. I smiled as I sat on the edge of the bed and staring at her.
I wasn't supposed to touch her, but I couldn't help it. I caressed the side of her face, gently stroking her cheek. I was nearly in tears when I heard her small voice call my name.
"Nicky?" she whispered before opening her eyes.
I tried my best not to panic. The last thing I wanted to do was to let her know that something was wrong.
"Hey, baby..." I said dearly.
"I thought you already left," she said with confusion evident on her face.
I smiled as I remembered the gift I have been dying to give her since like, forever, and I thought this was the right time.
"I forgot to give you something," I said as I pulled out something from my pocket.
"It couldn't wait till tomorrow?" she said with a chuckle.
I opened the small box that revealed a shining diamond ring, and I watched as she looked at it in awe.
"It's a promise ring. It symbolizes my everlasting love for you," I told her with such love and sincerity, as I slipped it on her ring finger.
She smiled and inspected the ring. "It's beautiful. I love you," she said when our eyes met.
"I love you too." I leaned down and kissed her softly.
"Thank you," she murmured.
I caressed her face gently and stroked her cheek. "Never lose it, okay?"
"I won't, I promise," she said, smiling at me.
I then swallowed the lump in my throat. "Go back to sleep," I said after kissing her forehead.
"Stay here," she requested, pulling on my arm.
"I have to get Jazzy home," I said helplessly, but not wanting to sound like I wanted to get away.
"Justin could take her home," she suggested, as he looked at me with such hope in her eyes. I didn't know what to do.
"Mi..." I sighed, thinking of other things to escape this moment.
"Please?" she begged, and it broke my heart. She caressed the side of my face with her warm hand.
"I can't..." I said stupidly, closing my eyes for a while and opening it again.
"Why not?" she demanded as her hand dropped to her side.
"Mi..." I whined. I didn't know what to say anymore.
She pouted and crossed her arms across her chest. "Fine..."
I sighed in defeat. I didn't want her to be mad at me. "Are you mad?" I asked softly.
She shook her head and avoided my gaze. "Just go."
"You're mad, Mi..." I sighed as I felt a little guilty. The last thing I want was to make her mad at me. I don't want her to remember our last day like this.
"I'm not..." she snapped and moved a bit farther from me.
I dropped a kiss on her cheek, and I squeezed her hand. "I love you, though. I'm sorry."
I silently got up from the bed, and she curled up on her side, and hugged her pillow. I watched her for a while thinking if I should approach her and comfort her, but I just knew it would only make things difficult.
"Why do I feel like there's something wrong?" she finally admitted. It was one of the moments when I hated that we know each other too well.
I got so weak seeing her feeling hurt, so I gave up and sat back on her bed. "Hey, nothing's wrong, baby."
"Then why won't you stay?" she asked, sending a bullet to my heart.
"Mi..." I whispered, not knowing what to say to her.
"Tell me..." she said with her shaky voice, and I knew she was crying.
I gave up and touched her tear-stained face. "Come here," I said, and in less than thirty seconds, she was curled up in my arms, crying.
"Was it something I did?" she asked as she looked in my eyes.
My heart broke at how vulnerable she looked. I couldn't break her heart. "No, nothing's wrong and you are perfect," I said while caressing her face gently.
She held my hand dearly as tears fell freely from her eyes. "I feel like I did something wrong. You look upset. I don't want you to feel upset," she told me.
I wiped her tears and held her tight in my arms. "No, we're okay, princess."
"I love it when you call me princess. It makes me feel special," she told me, and she sounded a little bit better than before.
"You are special, baby," I told her as I smiled down at her.
She leaned on my chest. "I love you," she murmured as I caressed her soft hair.
"I love you more," I told her. "Could you give me a minute? I would like to use the bathroom and text Justin to take care of Jazzy instead," I asked her, and she nodded.
"Okay, baby," she said as she slipped out of my arms and lay back on the bed.
I kissed her before walking towards the bathroom. I called Justin to take home Jazzy, I took a nice and quick bath, and wore a clean pair of boxers I kept here in Miley's room.
I walked out of the room and got surprised when I saw Miley sitting on the edge of the bed, wearing a red lacy one piece lingerie. "Whoa, Mi..."
I looked back to her face and realized how nervous and uncomfortable she looked. "I just wanted to say thank you for everything," she said shyly.
"Mi, you didn't have to wear this," I said as I walked over her and stroked her cheek.
"Don't you like it?" she asked me with a sad look on her face.
"I love it. God, you're beautiful and sexy," I told her honestly as I sat beside her. I eyed her hotness from head to toe, and my hormones raged.
She bit her lower lip as she got up and sat on my lap. I wrapped my arms around her waist, and she held onto my neck. She leaned in and kissed me slowly. "W-would you be my first time?" she whispered nervously as we pulled away from the kiss. I looked into her eyes to see if she was serious, and she was. I didn't expect she would be asking it this soon.
"What?" I asked in shock.
"Make love to me. I want it so bad." I don't know what was with the hurrying, but I thought that she must have sensed that I was hiding something. Maybe she thought that this would make me stay with her.
"Mi, I don't want you to feel pressured on this." I was confused on what to do. I want to make love to her, but I was afraid I might lead her on. I would be leaving tomorrow, and the last thing in my mind was to get her hurt by it.
"I want it. Please? I want you to be my first," she told me desperately.
I pulled her closer and brought her in for a hot searing kiss.
Last night was perfect. It felt so good, and I couldn't certainly compare the satisfaction I felt after we made love. She was the best thing that ever happened in my life. But then, I have to face reality. I shouldn't even be here. I have to leave whether I like it or not. I slipped away from her embrace, and I wore my clothes. When I was done, I sat back on the bed to watch her sleep for a little while. I felt sick to my stomach that I gave in last night, but I didn't have the heart to decline her either. I wouldn't forget everything that happened last night. I would forever cherish that memory.
I leaned down and kissed her lips lightly. "I love you, my princess. Forgive me," I whispered.
MILEY'S POV
I woke up feeling amazing as ever. Sure my body felt kinda sore, but I didn't care. Last night was the best night in my existence, and I couldn't wait to see the man I spent the night with. I glanced around the room, but I didn't find him. I found a post-it note instead. "I love you, Mi."
I knew he had to leave early before he gets caught, so I woke up alone this morning. I wouldn't let that ruin my day, though. I would still be seeing him when I get down of this room. So I took a very relaxing bath, wore my clothes, fixed my hair and make-up, before I went down to the living room to see my Nicky. Instead, I was surprised to see two middle-aged men sitting on the couch of our living room. Both of them stood up and smiled at me.
"Good morning Ms. Stewart. We are your new personal bodyguards," one of them told me.
"What? Why? Where are Nick and Justin?" My heart was beating fast. I suddenly felt like I was going to faint.
The same guy who greeted me, turned his face into an anxious look. "I'm sorry, we don't have the information to answer your question, ma'am."
"This must be a joke," I breathed as I ran towards my father's bedroom.
I opened his door without knocking, and I saw him working on his necktie in front of the mirror. "Dad? What happened to Nick?" I asked furiously.
"I fired Nick, but Justin would still be your bodyguard," he said casually, and it made me sick to my stomach. What? He just couldn't fire people whenever he wanted to! He was MY bodyguard!
"Why did you do that?" I spat out angrily.
He looked at me sternly. "You had a relationship with Grey. You're fucking eighteen. He was just using you!"
My eyes got glassy. "He wasn't using me! I love him!"
I never thought it would end this way. I never thought it would be this soon.
"I don't want you having an affair with our workers. It's not a good image," he commented, and that made me reach my boiling point.
"That's all you think about! He is the only person who understands me! You're a selfish and greedy person! I hate you!" I said with such ferocity. I was angry, and I wanted to get away from him. I never wanted to be close to this guy I call father, ever again.
"Miley!" he called, but I ignored him. I ran away, ignoring all the people who tried to get my attention or tried to block me. But then I guess no one was able to stop me when I was really feeling angry, because I soon found myself running away from my house as far as possible. There were other bodyguards running after me, but they were dumb enough not to think of using a car. To my advantage, I was a fast runner, and I was able to call a cab from the other street. I ran towards it immediately, got inside, and I told the driver to step on the gas right away, so my stupid bodyguards won't catch me. I told the driver the address of Nick's house, and I looked back and sighed in relief when I wasn't able to spot a single black car after us.
I tried calling Nick's phone but it was turned off. I tried calling Justin, but he wouldn't answer either. I just hope they were still in their house.
He shouldn't be gone. We just made love last night. It was perfect. Why did it have to be this way? I have to see him and tell him I couldn't live without him. He was my rock; the only thing that kept me going.
I was distracted when the cab pulled to a full stop in the middle of the road. I was too drowned out in my thoughts to realize that a black van tried to block the road.
"Whoa, what's the matter with them?" I asked the cab driver.
"I don't know, ma'am," he answered confusedly.
I soon found a few men dressed in black suits with their face covered with a black mask, got out of the van and walk towards our cab. I felt so scared, but I didn't want to show it.
"What do you want?" the cab asked one guy through the closed window, and we both heard him say, "Her," as the creepy guy pointed to me.
The doors were locked, but that didn't keep me from staying calm. Soon enough, one man holding a big rock banged the window on my far right side, so he could unlock the door. I screamed when he was able to open the door, and I screamed more when he reached for me.
"Come with me!" he growled.
"No! I don't know you!" I screamed at him with such fear.
He was stronger than me, and he was able to pull me out of the cab. I cried, screamed, and yelled in fright, hoping he would drop me from his grip.
"You! Go back to the Stewart mansion and give this letter to this girl's father," I heard one guy tell the poor cab driver, and the next thing I knew, I was forced into the black van. I was surrounded by around seven scary men, trying to shut me up, but I was too scared to stop crying. All of them were mean to me, but I was soon brought to the far end of the van. The guy beside me loosened the tight rope around my wrists, and he tied it again but a little loose this time.
"Our boss just wants something for your dad. If he gets it, you would be freed," he whispered.
I doubt he would give what they want in exchange of me, so I just closed my eyes and prayed for someone to save me. It's the only thing I could do.
NICK'S POV
We were in the airport, and our flight would be in four hours. Justin wanted to come with us, but I made him promise me that he would take care of Miley for me. He was the only one I could trust with Miley's protection. I know that by this time, Miley would have known that I got fired. I felt so selfish that I took advantage of her last night. I never should have done that, especially because I knew at that moment that I have to break up with her. I never should have led her on. I was a heartless jerk, and I didn't deserve her. She shouldn't forgive me for doing that to her. I love her, though. And last night was the best night of my life. It was the night we became one and the night we surrendered to one another. It was perfect, but not as perfect as the next day. Today was the worst day of my life. I had to leave my job, I had to leave Justin, and I had to leave my love.
I struggled to keep my tears from falling as Jazzy said her goodbye to Justin. He was like her uncle, and he was like my little brother. I owed a lot to him. I wanted to take him with us, but he was the only one I could count on to watch over Miley. I have to make sure she would be safe.
"I'll miss you Justy!" Jazzy cried as Justin carried her in his arms. I had a hard time explaining things to Jazzy. She loved Miley, Justin, and Selena, but she was a good girl to me, and she told me that as long as she has me, she'd be okay.
Jazzy pulled away from Justin, and he told her to be a good girl and all that stuff. I soon gave Justin a brotherly hug and gave him some reminders. "Take care of Miley for me. Don't let her get hurt. Always be beside her. Tell her I love her so much," I said, and he just nodded. I knew he was holding his tears too.
"Yes I will. Text me once you get to Georgia," he told me.
I nodded my head. "I will. I guess this is it."
His phone rang, and we both knew it wasn't Miley, because of the different ringtone. "Oh, someone's calling."
"Ok, we gotta go, man," I said, patting his shoulder.
He nodded and answered his phone. I turned around towards the entrance of the airport and picked up the bags.
"What? Okay, I'll be there," I heard Justin say with an anxious tone in his voice.
"Nick!" I heard him yell before me and Jazzy made our way to the gate.
I turned around and found him with a worried look on his face. "What?"
"Miley was kidnapped."
AN: sorry for the super late update! I was really busy with everything in life =/ but here it is, and I wanna hide right now. LOL SOOOOO Miley was kidnapped. hahahaha next chapter would be pretty intense and I'll do my best to update fast =) I still have to update my jelena fic on my tumblr. ahahha
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