Waking up, I was thinking all of yesterday had been a dream. I looked at the bruise and concluded it wasn't. I sat up, but laid back down, remembering it was Saturday. I stretched and relaxed back into a more comfortable position. Lazily I pulled out my laptop and logged onto instant message. Oliver was on. Then it hit me; I had told Oliver everything last night! I was about to talk when his status went idol. I took that opportunity to log off. So I swung my feet over the side of the bed and was about to go downstairs, but remembered only Linda was home. So I decided to go into Jackson's room instead.

"Hello Miley," Linda said flatly as she walked up behind me in the hallway. I froze. All of the hair on my legs, arms, and back shot up and I felt a lump rise in my throat.

"Uh... h-hey Linda," I breathed. She gave me an evil grin and walked over to Jackson's room. She put a chair in front of his door so he couldn't get out. She reached into her pocket and pulled out a gun. A tear ran down my cheek as I heard it click. My world had just turned to slow motion. She slowly pulled the gun up and muttered "One move and I shoot. And when I shoot... well you know what happens then, right?"

I stood there like my feet were nailed to the floor. It was for my life. I gulped as she came closer. Her finger pulled back, slightly easing the trigger backward. She aimed right at my leg and her finger fell into place. It clicked, but no bullet. I was saved. "Damn safety switch!" she mumbled. She reached her finger over to the side of the gun and flipped the switch. I could hear Jackson pounding on the door and screaming. He knew I was in danger.

Linda put her finger back where it belonged and looked up. "GET BACK HERE!" she screamed. I was already out the door. I ran as fast as I could to nowhere in particular, and I wasn't planning on stopping any time soon. I turned onto a steep road as I saw Oliver walk over the hill.

"OLIVER!" I screamed.

"MILEY?" he screamed back. We both ran toward each other until we met. "What are you doing here? You're like a mile away from your house!"

"Only a mile? Come on, let's keep going!" I said, planting my foot forward to sprint. But Oliver grabbed my arm and pulled me back toward him.

"Miley why, what happened?" Oliver asked as I turned to face him.

"It's Linda, she tried to kill me with the gun and the switch and the yelling so I ran and..."

"Miley, whoa! You're not making any sense. Come on, slow down and talk to me for real," Oliver said, from what I could tell fighting back tears.

I took a deep breath and attempted to swallow any tears before continuing. "Okay, here it goes. Linda locked Jackson in his room and said if I moved she would shoot. So I stood there and she pulled the trigger, but the safety was on. So she looked down to click it off and I ran," I cried.

Oliver just sat there and pulled me into a hug. "Ok, let's go to my house and call the police," he ordered. I opened my mouth to reject his offer, but he blurted, "And I won't take no for an answer!"

"Wait, what about Jackson!" I screamed through tears.

"He'll be fine. Just come on!" Oliver and I ran to his house and inside. His parents were gone for the weekend, so it was just us. He put it on speaker and dialed 911.

(Sorry if this is not what they really say, I have never called 911 before...) "Hello, what is your emergency?" A woman asked.

"My step mom locked my brother in a room and tired to shoot me!" I cried, not able to say anymore.

"Ok, please calm down ma'am. Where are you?"

"I am at 987 East Sea crest Drive, but my step mom is at 904 Ocean view," I said, trying to sound clear enough so she could understand.

"Ok, and what is you and your step mom's name?" she asked, surprisingly calm.

"My name is Miley Stewart and her name is Linda Stewart," I cried.

"And Miley's brother, Jackson, we still think is in the house," Oliver added.

I heard sirens. Saved at last.