Pretty intense chapter here, and the longest chapter in this story so far...Enjoy!
"I never noticed this before, but you have some very weird bras." Jake stated; picking up the one Miley had thrown out of sight, as they walked in to the living room.
"You think you would have too, I mean with the amount of times you take my bras off of me." Miley muttered.
He sat on the couch, lounging out, and pulling Miley gently down next to him. She put her legs up, and then turned on her side to face him.
"How would you wear this under, say, a white shirt? Everyone would notice, and I don't want other guys looking at you like that." He said, holding up the offensive bra.
'Awwww, he's so adorable when he's jealous.'
"Jake, that's why I don't wear them when I wear white. I don't want anyone seeing my undergarments well they are on me." She said, pecking his lips. "That right's all yours."
He kissed the tip of her nose, making her giggle and scrunch her nose. "Aw, you're so cute. And good, cause I enjoy that right." He said, his forehead against hers.
"Well that's good to know." She murmured, before hungrily kissing him.
"Ooo," Jake teased, murmuring through the kiss, "Someone's horny today."
"Shut up and kiss me," She commanded.
He grinned, and said, "You're sexy when you're demanding."
"I thought you said I was always sexy." She pouted.
"You're extra sexy when you're demanding." He amended, before giving in to her demand, and shutting up and kissing her.
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Wow. Just wow. He makes her do things with him all to much! I mean, I don't blame him, a woman like that it would be hard not to want to do those things…
But I wouldn't force her like he has to!
I heard cars pull up, so I turned my binoculars to the front of the house, and saw the blond chick and that other guy that were here yesterday helping them move, and an old looking man and a young guy, maybe a few years older then Miley. Her father and brother; maybe?
Hey! Maybe they'll kill Jake when they what he's making Miley do…
I jumped as my beeper went off. Wonderful, I was getting paged to work. I really had to set up those cameras.
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He wasn't too far off.
Well, about Robby Ray. Jackson just saw it as another opportunity to make jokes. And damaging to his eyes…
Jake and Miley didn't hear the cars pull up, or the knock on the door. (Jackson thought doorbells were stupid…why not just bang on someone's door, after all?)
The couple was too busy…in a matter of three minutes, Jake was now sitting up on the couch, and Miley was straddling him; Jake was shirtless, and Miley's hands were traveling over his chest and abs; and Jake's hands were up Miley's tank top, which, thankfully, she still had on.
The ever impatient Jackson announced, "I'm sure they wont mind if we go on in…It is 2:30 in the afternoon…"
"Jackson, it's Jake and Miley." Lily stated.
"So? I'm going in." Jackson said, and pushed the door open.
Miley and Jake (who was in the process of pulling Miley's shirt up), were interrupted by a strangled shout of, "LESLIE RYAN YOU BETTER GET YOUR HANDS OFF OF MY BABY'S SHIRT RIGHT THIS INSTANT." At the same time that Jackson yelled,
"AH, MY EYES! IM SCARRED FOR LIFE!"
Miley and Jake sprang apart; Miley's face flushed a deep red.
"Daddy!" She squeaked, jumping to her feet, scrambling to pull the shirt of Jake's she'd been wearing on. "H-hi!" she exclaimed.
He glared. "You do realize you were in your living room, right young lady?"
Miley tried to control her anger from boiling over. No matter how old she got, it seemed that her father never understood that she wasn't a baby anymore. He was so dead set against Miley marrying Jake to start with, his blessing had been given only after a fight had reduced Miley to tears.
Jake, who had put his shirt back on, placed his hand gently on Miley's lower back, rubbing softly, trying to calm her down. He knew she was known do say and do things she'd regret once she cooled down.
Robbie Ray glared at him when he touched her.
"You do realize you just waltzed right in to my house, right, Dad?" Miley said back, just as saucily.
He was taken aback at her tone. "Don't you talk to me like that, Miley Ray." He said, angrily.
"Can I talk to you outside, father?" She sneered, then turned and yanked the sliding door open.
He stepped out, and she slid it shut, slamming it closed, and then stalked away from the door, Robbie Ray following her.
Jake winced as Miley slammed the door, and turned awkwardly to Lily, Oliver, and Jackson.
"So…" He said.
Lily and Oliver looked at him apologetically, as they all listened to Miley and Robbie.
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Miley led him away from the door, before rounding on him. "We need to talk." She hissed.
"Yes, we do," He agreed, calm.
"No, dad, I mean I'm going to talk and you're going to listen!" Miley exclaimed, yelling. This shocked Robbie, Jake, Lily, Jackson, and Oliver. Even Miley herself was surprised. She hardly ever raised her voice to her father, but she was just so angry, and so she went on. "I'm so sick of you treating me like I'm a little girl! I'm twenty-three, dad, not thirteen! I'm not your little girl anymore, and it's time to get that through your head! I am so frigging sick of listening to you talk to me like I'm still a teenager, so sick of you being a whole hearted pain in the ass to Jake! You don't like him, and that hurts me, dad. I love him, I LOVE him, and even the fact that he makes me who I am doesn't mean shit to you!"
"No, Miley, he does not make you who you are, he changes who you are!" Robbie exploded back. "That boy has hurt you so many times before, I'd like to know what makes you think he wont again! I'd like to know why you go crawling back to him like a sick little puppy every single time, and I'd like to know where the old Miley went, because I miss her! I want the old Miley back, I want my Miley back, not this…bitchy little sex addict Miley."
"No, Dad!" She shouted. "He does make me who I am, because without Jake, I am no one! Yes, he has hurt me, but I've hurt him too! It's the fact that we can forgive each other because we need each other, dad! He loves me. He loves me, and I love him. And you know what? There is not old Miley and new Miley. If you think I'm so different, then look at it this way. The Miley that is standing right here is the only one there is. There is no Miley I can revert back to, there's this Miley. And I like this Miley. The Miley that isn't afraid to love, and to be loved. The one that isn't afraid to be who she is, the one that isn't afraid to be close with someone like I am with Jake. I've been so sheltered all my life dad. I was Miley, going to school and being the dork, and I was Hannah, singing and being a pop star. Other then that…I had nothing. Now I have the life I want, and I have everything. Jake is my everything, dad, JAKE! The guy you hate so much. Well you hate the person that's making me happier then I ever have been."
"Don't you go complaining about your life growing up, I gave you everything Miley! I helped you live your dream, and now you are, I repeat, a sick little puppy who's too attached to its owner. Your mama would have been so disappointed in you."
"I didn't say you didn't give me a lot dad, and I am grateful to you for helping me with the Hannah thing. And Jake doesn't own me. I'm not being a 'sick little puppy.' It's called loving someone. Lord knows you don't remember what that is since after mom died you screwed it up with every girl that came along. And mom wouldn't have been disappointed in me, she'd be disappointed in you for being a stupid, mean, bastard!"
The four people in the house held their breath, waiting to see what would happen. They were told when they heard a sharp sound of hand connecting with face, and Miley's shriek.
Jake immediately went to rush out there, but were stopped as Miley stormed in to the house, and screamed at her father, pointing at the front door, "GET OUT OF MY FUCKING HOUSE AND DON'T COME BACK UNTIL YOU CAN ACCEPT ME FOR WHO I AM, AND UNTIL YOU CAN ACCEPT JAKE. OR NEVER, THAT WOULD BE EVEN BETTER! I NEVER WANNA SEE YOU AGAIN EVER!" She sobbed, before stomping up the stairs, brushing past Jake who tried to stop her and put his arms around her.
Robbie Ray exited the house right away, not hearing, like the rest of them, the slam that echoed throughout the house when Miley slammed the door.
"I'll go talk to my dad…" Jackson trailed off.
"Great, tell him he's a…never mind." Jake said, deciding that no matter how much he wanted to cuss out his father in law at the moment, it would be better not to. "I'm going to Miley."
"We'll…leave…tell Miles we'll see her later." Lily said, giving Jake a small hug, and then she pulled Oliver out of the house.
"Jake," Jackson said from the door. He turned to face his brother in law. "Look, I know I rag on ya all the time, and crack jokes about you and my sister, but I know you aren't a bad guy. You're actually pretty cool. And you make my sister happy, and that's all I want. Really, I know that's all my dad wants too, I just don't know what's stopping him from seeing that. And I'm sorry."
Jake nodded slowly, and walked to Jackson. "You don't have o apologize for him. I guess I understand where he's coming from about my hurting her but…I love her, Jackson. And I'm doing my best to not hurt her again. I've succeeded so far. And him hitting her is definitely not ok. That probably hurt her a lot more then I ever have. And not just physically, but emotionally, too."
Jackson nodded. "I know. I'll see you later. Tell my sister I'm going to stop by tomorrow."
"Will do. See you, Jackson," Jake said, then shut the door after him.
He then got ice in a zip lock bag, wrapped it in a towel, and headed upstairs.
Thankfully, she didn't lock the door, so after knocking lightly, he slipped in. She sat cross-legged on their bed, one of the boxes they hadn't unpacked in front of her. A photo album was on her lap.
"Hey baby," He said softly.
She looked up, tears still running down her face, a bruise already forming on her face.
Jake sighed, and walked over to her, sitting beside her. He put an arm around her comfortingly. "What are you lookin' at?"
"Old photo album." She answered. She pointed at a picture. "This was taken on mother's day, when I was twelve. My mom died twelve hours later. This is the last picture with her that I have."
Jake studied it. Susan Stewart was in a hospital bed, a scarf tied around her head. Twelve-year-old Miley sat beside her, her arms linked around her mother's waist. Miley's smile, the same one she had now, was on her face. Susan was looking down at her daughter, smiling. You could tell she knew the end was coming soon, but she was treasuring the last moments she had with her family.
"You both look really happy. She really loved you, Miley. And so does your dad, no matter how much he forgets to show it nowadays."
Miley sighed, and closed the book, dumping it in the box. "She would be happy for me. My momma would have loved you. I know that where she is up in heaven, she does. She loves you, I know she does, and so…I don't see why my father can't be happy for me. Why he doesn't like you." She said, still crying.
"Hey, hey, hey," Jake whispered softly, gently turning her to face him, "Stop the crying. I hate it when you cry. Everything's going to work out, baby. Give him time to cool down, and then call him in a few days."
"No!" Miley exclaimed, "He hit me!" She said. "He's the one who's going to come crawling to me begging for forgiveness. Not the other way around."
Jake sighed, and nodded, then gently wiped the tears away from her eyes with the pads of his thumbs, before gently pressing feather light kisses on her cheeks, and gently on her closed eyes.
"All better?" He asked softly, after.
She shrugged, looking down.
Resting back against the wall with a pillow behind his back, Jake motioned to Miley. "Come on."
She smiled, and moved to his lap, curling up against him, her un-bruised cheek resting against his chest.
He gently placed the ice over her other cheek and held it there.
"I love you," She murmured, pressing her lips to his neck.
"I love you too," He smiled softly, wrapping her tighter in his embrace.
He softly began humming a slow tune, and Miley slowly drifted off to sleep.
When Jake's phone went off, he quickly answered it, so as to not wake her.
"Hello?" He hissed softly.
"Jake, we need you back on set." Said his director. "And yes. We absolutely need you. Now, is possible, would be great."
Jake sighed. "I'll be there in fifteen. How long will it take?"
"Till like…nine PM…if we're lucky?"
Jake swore under his breath. "Fine." He said through clenched teeth, and hung up.
He gently lifted Miley off of him, and on to the bed, and pulled the covers gently over her. He placed a few kisses on her forehead, and lips, before scribbling a note, taking the ice and towel down to the kitchen, and leaving.
Miles,
I'm sorry I left, but Jim called me to the set. I'll be back around nine, he said. If we're lucky. I didn't want to wake you because you really should get some rest. Call me if you need me. Love you more then anything.
Love you,
-Jake
What do you think? Is Robbie Ray being fair? Was Miley justified in saying what she did? Was Robbie justified in doing what he did? Is this guy a creep or what? What do you think is going to happen next? What do you want to happen next?
Review and let me know your thoughts!!
-Jen