Chapter Four- Walking On Sandy Shores

A cool breeze ruffled the hair of the two walking.

Miley gasped suddenly, looking out into the ocean waters. "Look! Dolphins!" The two stood in silence for a moment, watching the mystical creatures travel along the waves. After they had disappeared from view, Jake and Miley resumed walking.

Jake finally broke the silence, "So…how much longer till we reach your house?"

Miley looked ahead before answering, "About fifteen minutes or so."

Jake nodded and the two continued in silence. Just when Miley was about to start a conversation, a shadow creeping up on them caught her eye. Trying not to panic, she walked faster, pulling Jake along with her. "What's wrong, Miley?"

She glanced behind, the shadow was slowly retreating. "There's someone following us."

Jake stopped and turned around, there was nothing. "Well, whoever it was, they're gone now."

The rest of the walk home was silent and nerve-wrecking. Miley was on edge and Jake knew it, which made him nervous as well. They finally reached her house and the two walked inside. Miley locked the door and breathed a sigh of relief. "I'm sorry, Jake."

He looked at her confused, "Sorry about what?"

She glanced through the curtain before answering, "Someone was stalking me, and I could've gotten you into danger."

He laughed, "Miley, how do you know someone wasn't stalking me? If you've forgotten, I'm a little but of a teenage heart throb."

She giggled slightly, "I guess you're right. Well, I had fun tonight, thanks for walking me home."

He bowed, "My pleasure." A car horn outside signaled him that his limo had arrived. "Well, I need to go. I'll see you at school."

She nodded and walked him to the door. "Alright, I'll see you later, Jake." After he left Miley re-secured the lock and sighed. She had gotten through the day without anything else going wrong. She walked into the kitchen, finding a note from her dad.

Hey bud. By the time you read this I'll be snoring. I hope you had a good time tonight. See ya in the morning. -Dad

She smiled and walked upstairs to her room. The moment she stepped inside and shut the door she realized something was wrong. Her window was wide open, and she knew for a fact she had locked it before she left. Miley hesitantly walked to the window and looked out, there was nothing. She sighed with relief and pulled it shut. Her dad had probably opened to let some air in. A cold hand wrapped around her waist while the other clamped over her mouth. Screaming with fright she tried desperately to escape. But whoever was holding her was stronger than she was, and any effort made was in vain.

The man chuckled, "Don't worry Miley, I won't hurt you. Not yet anyway." He suddenly removed his hand from her mouth and grabbed a cloth covered with chemicals, shoving it in her face. Miley gasped and was soon unconscious. The man hauled her over his shoulder and left the way he entered, the window. When the world woke the next morning they would discover a horrifying fact: Miley Stewart/Hannah Montana disappeared without a trace; she'd been kidnapped.

A/N: HAHAHA! Cliff hanger! I'm sorry this chapter was so short, but I knew I needed to post something. I'll be writing faster now since I finally figured out where I want this story to go. The rest of it will pretty much revolve around Miley's kidnapping and the others trying to find her. And who is the man you ask? Actually...I haven't figured that out yet. Anywho, thanks for reading, review and I'll update soon!