A/N: So, I got no reviews last posting. :-( but i guess 40 hits was enough. Thank you all for reading, and hopefully after these three chapter (which are the turning point in the story) some of you will review. Thanks again for reading and I hope you enjoy!

Two Years Gone

Chapter 5: Old Blue Jeans

That night, both Miley and Todd were able to confirm that what they were feeling was real. It took Miley a little longer than an hour for her to fall asleep, after she heard Todd's snores. She used that time to think, think about what Todd had said, 'What would have happened', 'Would I be in Todd's bed right now?', 'Would I be dating Justin?', she let that last question slip out of her brain as quickly as it had entered. But the more she thought, the more she realized, this is where she was supposed to be. If there was another plan for her, she would be there right now, and currently she was in the arms of the man she loved. She then began thinking about age, age was a powerful thing. 'When will I be ready to get married?', 'If you're in love, is there an age too early to get married?' She loved Todd, but was that enough to get them through a life time of marriage? After being in a haze for the past 45 minutes, Miley snapped out of it.

"Miley, what are you thinking?" she whispered, not wanting to wake Todd. But she didn't do too well, because her whisper caused Todd to awake.

"Miles…why are you still up?"

"I'm just thinking."

"About?"

"Us…"

"And…"

"I was just thinking about what you said, how will we know?"

"How will we know what, Miles?"

"If, us is supposed to be…"

"Well, someone very important to me once said, 'You just have to live in the moment, you never know what could have happened or what you should have done, you just have to live and figure it out.'"

"Now this someone very important to you didn't say those words specifically…"

"But those words made me realize how much I really do just want to live for right now. Miley, I just want to see how this, us, turns out, I have no doubts that our love will be able to withstand anything and I will marry you someday. Whether that's tomorrow or in 50 years, you are worth waiting for. You are worth living in the moment, you are worth everything."

"Ok…you're right and very sweet."

"I know I am…" he replied, giving her a light kiss.

"Don't become a Mister Smarty Pants."

"Sorry, babe. If we're done, can I go back to sleep?"

"Yes."

"Thank you. Just remember, I will always love you Miley."

"I will always love you too Todd and thank you, for being the best boyfriend a girl could have."

"Anything for my girl."

"Night."

They both went to sleep that night, without a doubt that they were going to be married someday, but a person 6 miles away was doing his best to want to rip their future plans in two.

The next morning I woke up to the bird chirping and the muscles of my boyfriend's chest against my back.

"Babe, I have to get ready for school." I said

"5 more minutes, please." he said, his eyes still closed.

"Ok…" I said, snuggling back into his comforting chest. After 5 minutes I said, "Your five minutes is up."

"Aww…"

"You're so cute. If only you weren't asleep, you could have gotten a kiss, but I guess…" I said, beginning to get up.

Popping right up, Todd spoke, "What are you talking about? I'm as awake as I've ever been."

"Oh, I guess I was seeing things."

"You're absolutely correct. Now for my kiss." I walked over to Todd's side of the bed and lightly placed a kiss on his cheek. "What? That wasn't a kiss? Miley…"

"Ok…I love messing with you though." I said placing another light kiss on his lips.

"That's what I wanted."

"I would love to stay longer, trust me, but I have to get to school."

"Ok, don't mind by me. Go ahead."

About twenty minutes later, I was ready for school. I went back in and gave Todd one last kiss.

"Bye babe." I said

"Bye Miles. Love you."

"Love you too."

When I got to school, it was 5 minutes before first period so I ran to English and grabbed my seat next to Leslie.

"What took you so long?" she questioned.

"Todd…" I said, with a smile.

"Oh…Miley…tsk,tsk."

"Not that, gosh do you think I have no self-respect."

"Well…haha I'm just playing."

"You better be."

"CLASS!" Mr. Hooper interrupted, "Get into your group for the project due next week and work on it all class."

"Yes…" Leslie and I both whispered, due to the fact we were partners.

Once everyone got into their groups, Leslie began talking, "So…"

"So what?"

"Do I have to spell it out for you? Y-O-U A-N-D T-O-D-D…"

"You didn't literally have to do that."

"But I did, so continue."

"We had a slight fight last night (A/N: that makes me laugh) and so we just kind of made up during the middle of the night and this morning."

"What was the fight about?"

"Our relationship."

"Oooo…juicy."

"Not really…we almost broke up."

"Oh…never mind then…but you guys are all good now right?"

"Better then ever…wait…wasn't your date last night?"

"Yes…"

"And how was it?"

"Well…I don't kiss and tell."

"Are you kidding me, come on."

"Well…he took me on a boat, his boat."

"HE HAS A BOAT!"

"Yeah…it's more like a yacht but who's watching?"

"Me…my God that's so awesome."

"Yeah it was pretty cool. He had set up a table out on the bow, with candles and roses and Italian food."

"On your first date?"

"I guess he likes to start big."

"YA THINK?"

"Miley…"

"Sorry, just in shock."

"Then, after dinner we went back inside and watched a movie."

"What movie?"

"I never really got to see what movie it was…"

"Leslie, you didn't."

"'Gosh, do you think I have no self-respect'" she said, imitating her best friend, "No, we just made-out."

"On your first date…"

"Technically, it was our second."

"Still…is he a good kisser?"

"Well…I don't want to brag but…yeah."

"Nice, Les, I was waiting for you to get a good one. You deserve it."

"Thanks, Miley. I'm really happy and he's lined up dates for us all this week, so I think he might like me."

"Are you serious? That's priceless. Might like you?"

"Ok, he likes me."

"Thank you. Well, we wasted all the time of this class. Great work on the project Les, we did great." I finished with sarcasm.

"We try, we try."

"Next period here I come." I announced like a superhero right as the bell rang, "Look at my timing, impeccable."

"Haha, just get to your next class."

"Wish me luck."

And I meant it, next on my schedule was Math, my least favorite subject, with my least favorite person…you do the math. (A/N: HAHA…I found that funny)

"Hey Miles."

"Hello Justin." I said, with an unpleasing smile on my face.

"You get to come sit next to me today."

"And if I don't?"

"Then I'll come sit next to you."

"Fine…" I said, moving to the seat next to him.

"Smart choice. Now, I couldn't help but notice the ring on your finger. That's quite a beauty." Justin remarked, reaching his hand out to touch it.

Pulling my hand away quickly I replied, "No way I'm not letting you touch this."

"But you'll let me touch you…" he said grabbing me by the waist.

"Get off of me you creep!" I said, slapping his face.

Pulling me closer and whispering in my ear, "You shouldn't have done that, you'll see what you punishment is later and remember your hate, only makes me want to get closer, so stop resisting and come here, baby." I wanted to push away from him, but he was too strong. I was stuck. "Thanks for staying."

"Because I am being forced to."

"Same thing. Now sit down!" he said, shoving me into my seat.

Once our teacher began to speaking, is when Justin started making his move. First, his hand grazed my knee, me staying still like I was told. He then rested his right hand on my thigh, gently squeezing it, which was the signal for me to stay quiet. He slowly went up my skirt until…

"MR. CRANDALL! Please answer number 4."

"Ummm…" looking at me he glared for the answer and I knew what would happen if I didn't.

"Ms. Baker, it's 20" I replied.

"I said Mr. Crandall."

"It's 20." he then said.

"Fine thank you, Ms. Cyrus."

She then began speaking again, and Justin began again. Doing the same motions he did every time, every class. Hand graze, thigh touch, thigh squeeze, slowly move up my skirt, he did this everyday, every Math class. You may be thinking, "Wear some pants woman!!" Justin thought of that too, I remember the first day it happened, I was walking in the hallway when I was pulled into a closet, a knife put to my throat.

"Miley, you need to listen. If you want to see your boyfriend alive at your wedding, your going to do exactly what I say, let me do exactly what I want to do." This when he first went through the steps, "Miley, you need to learn." he said, grazing his hand across my knee. "You need to learn how this feels, so you won't jump when I do this in class. You need to learn to sit next to me, because if you don't." He raised his knife and cut a strand of my hair, "You need to learn to keep quiet, learn how to push all of these emotions in the back of your head, because this won't stop. Next Miley, I will set my hand on your thigh, you need to learn that this is just a friendly pat. When I squeeze your thigh, that is your signal to not make a noise, unless I tell you." he said, placing his hand on my thigh then giving it a squeeze. "Next, you need to stay completely still, one movement and he's dead. I will slowly, reach my hand up your skirt, which you will wear everyday, never fully violating you, I just want to make you squirm, make you think about how you could have chosen me, you didn't have to be with him, but now I'm forcing you to stay with him, because I know you don't want to do this and I know that the next words out of your mouth would be, 'Justin, I'll break up with him, please don't do this.' You Miley, are mine, figuratively. You are Todd's at home, mine at school. I want you to feel pain, without causing any externally; I want to ruin you from the inside out and Miley, until to day you graduate, you will be in my world. I will make you want to leave, but everyday you aren't at school, is another cut." he said, with his hand still up my skirt, bringing the knife down and slightly cutting the side of my thigh, causing pain and blood. "There Miley, that's what happens. You listen, you listen good, or you will be done for. Miley, this is what happens when you mess with me, tell a soul and I will find out. I'm planning on making you feel like nothing, and later, feel nothing. Miley, you are officially in my world, you follow my game and no one gets hurt. Now you may speak, don't say the wrong thing," he said, me feeling the knife against my thigh again.

"Ok…"

"Now, you walk away from me, and don't look back."

That was the end of the conversation, the conversation that ended 1 year and 5 months ago, April 23rd, the day my life was ruined. I had never missed a day of school since then, I hadn't told anyone. I dealt with the pain, dealt with the agony only inside myself. I never wanted to break up with Todd, but even if I wanted to, I couldn't and I know exactly why Justin made it that way, so that every time I was with Todd, I thought of Justin. Every time Todd touched my thigh, I thought of him, every time his hand grazed my thigh, I thought of him, every time I heard the word 'baby', I thought of him, every time I saw a knife, I thought of him and every school day, I thought of the pain, the grief I would go through then come back home, where I was finally safe.

The bell then rang and just like every class, Justin pulled me next to his body and said, "Thank you, baby.", then let me go.

I couldn't take it anymore, but I had to, for Todd, for us, for me. I went through the rest of the day, no more classes with Justin; luckily I only had Math with him. I then went home.

"Hey baby. How was your day?" Todd said, kissing me lightly.

'He said baby, Justin, Justin, Justin.' I thought.

"Hey, it was good." I said, kissing back, wanting my pain to slip through the kiss, leave my body.

"You want to go out tonight for a makeup dinner." he said, once we parted.

I really didn't want to, but I had to or Todd would think something was up.

"Yeah, sure, why not. Let me go get changed first."

"Why?" Todd questioned.

I couldn't tell him why, I couldn't tell him that I need to go scrub my leg, get the feeling of his hand on me off. I needed to be able to relax tonight; I needed to feel completely safe, where I couldn't get hurt. I didn't want to feel unapproachable. I needed pants. Pants, an object of clothing where his hands couldn't reach my thighs, I needed resistance, I needed a difference. Stuffing my pain back inside, I put on a smile and said, "I'll be right back. Don't freak. I just need to put on my old blue jeans."