Miley entered the numbers from the paper into her phone. She hit call and brought the phone to her ear. She listened to the other end ring, until she heard a sickly voice respond. "Hello?"
"Hi, is this Joannie?"
"Who is calling?"
"Miley. Miley Stewart."
There was a pause, before she replied. "Miley? You mean Miley from high school?"
"That's me." Miley grinned as she leaned against the counter.
"Oh my god, how are you? Why are you calling? Is everything okay?"
"Yeah, everything is fine. Well…not really, but that's not why I'm calling. Well actually it kind of is…but anyway, I have a question about Jake."
"Oh god. That name makes me sick." Joannie sighed.
"Yeah, I know." Miley slightly laughed in agreement. "Did you by any chance go out with him? Or have a child with him?"
"What a mistake that was." Joannie said. "Well, I mean going out with him. But he has a son, but it's not mine. He had Kevin already when we had started going out."
"Look, I have a lot to explain to you and ask you. Is there a chance maybe we could meet up?"
"Well, I' kind of busy today, but maybe we could meet tomorrow."
"Yeah, that's fine." Miley nodded. "You'd could come to my house if you'd like."
"I'd love to. I'd love to see the girl, god they must be so big now. And I heard you had another one, congratulations!"
And so it was decided for Joannie to come over tomorrow afternoon. After exchanging addresses and everything, Miley hung the phone up and placed it on the counter. But it soon rang again. Miley sighed, before answering the unavailable number. "Hello?" But she received no answer. "Hello?"
"I want to **** you." Came a familiar voice from the other line.
"Jake?" Miley asked, feeling sick from the sound of his voice.
"Yes sexy." He whispered seductively, as is he was attempting to seduce her.
"You're disgusting." Miley shook her head. "Stop calling me and leave me and my family alone. Okay. Get the **** away from us."
"You know you want me, sexy…"
"Go to hell you ****** jackass!" Miley shouted, before hanging up and furiously throwing the phone on the counter. She entered her password into her iPhone, before opening Safari. She researched the local police department and dialed the number. She explained to them the phone call, worried that he had escaped from jail. But he had just used on of his few phone calls to call her. Which made Miley's stomach turn at the thought of him making an effort to call her. She hated him. In fact she loathed him. She wanted him gone. It wasn't just that he was harassing her. Now he had taken it further and hurt her family.
She suddenly flinched as her daughter came downstairs into the kitchen where Miley was leaning against the counter. "Mom, who were you screaming at?"
"Nobody, Izzie. Just someone selling something that keeps calling."
"Mom, I know you wouldn't yell at somebody like that." Izzie said as she pulled a water bottle out of the refrigerator. "Was that Jake?"
Miley sighed, hesitating to tell the truth. "Yes."
"He didn't escape, did he?"
"No. He just used one of his few phone calls to call me and annoy me." Miley said, tired of dealing with him. "I called the police to make sure."
"What'd he say?"
"Nothing. It doesn't matter. He's just being an ass." Miley stared ahead, recalling an old memory. "I should've realized from the first incident."
"What was that?"
"Guys being guys. Only after one thing. But he acted different then most guys. He pressured me then after I told him no forced me to go further then I had wanted to."
"You mean he…"
"No. Calm yourself down. My first time was with your father and it only happened then because somebody spiked out water. The furthest Jake ever got was second base."
"Well what's that according to you? Because there's a million different second bases according to different people."
Miley looked at her daughter, with a sarcastic hint of annoyance. "Let's just say Jake…touched me…but I didn't want him to. I feel having sex should be with one person. The one you truly love. Which is why I've only been with your father. But that's not how everyone else feels. Especially guys. Like I said, they're usually only after one thing."
"I hope that doesn't apply to Nick." Izzie raised her eyebrows.
Miley looked at her, slightly confused. "You think he's pressuring her? I don't think he's that kind of guy."
"I don't know." Izzie shrugged. "He's a guy. Don't practically all of them do that…except for Dad."
"Maybe I should talk to her." Miley began to grow nervous. She didn't want her daughter put in that situation. She knew how it felt and it was not a comfortable feeling. "I'll be right back."
Miley made her way upstairs, pausing outside the nursery. She quietly peeked her head inside, glancing at Kailey peacefully sleeping. Miley smiled at her blissful daughter, oblivious to everything that had been happening. She closed the door, before making her way to Meredith's room. She gently knocked on the door, hearing a welcoming response. Miley slipped inside the room and sat on the bed beside her daughter. "Hey, can I talk to you?"
"Sure." Meredith said, lowering her TV. "What's up?"
"Since you have a boyfriend now, I think it's time to discuss a few things."
"Oh mom, didn't we already have the sex talk when I was in like fifth grade?" Meredith sighed with a hint of annoyance.
"Yes, but this one's different. I want to make sure he didn't convince you're decision."
"My decision?" Meredith asked. "You think I had sex?"
"Mer, I just…"
"Well I didn't. We already discussed it and we're waiting. And he didn't and isn't going to pressure me into doing anything. He's not that kind of guy."
"Okay, good. I just wanted to make sure he wasn't pressuring you. I don't want you doing anything until you're ready."
"Is this discussion over?" Meredith stared at her mother, avoiding this to progress any further.
"Yes. Sorry for bothering you." Miley stood up and left the room, leaving her daughter alone.
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