Scars

Disclaimer: I do not own Hannah Montana. I just own the idea.

Chapter Nine: Humungous Time Skip

Well, it has been a couple of months since Lily asked me out. It's November and it was the beginning of August. We had gotten to know each other a lot better over those months. I learned about her family and she learned about mine. I met her mom two weeks after we started going out. Her mom was wary of me at first, and did not talk to me at all. Then Lily told her we were actually together. Her mom gave me this look as if she were going to kill me, but then about a minute later, her smiled at me. Later on, Lily explained that she was scared for her daughter to take another huge leap like before. But then she realized that Lily was happy and decided that her happiness matters most.

About a week after that, Jake had to go on his XTC Tour. XTC was named after the music and the 'radical' moves Jake did. Poor Oliver didn't want him to leave and when Jake left, Oliver followed. That same week, Lily and I had our first argument. Whether or not to come out as a couple. I said we should. She was scared to. We ended up ignoring each other for two days and on the third day, she walked straight up to me in the cafeteria and kissed me in front of everyone. There were a lot of gasps, a few wolf whistles, and quite a few hisses and boos. Everyone took it better than I expected. Well, either that or they were scared I would do something to hurt them if they said something about it around me. From then on, Lily and I were inseperable.

I was sitting in Art, my last class of the day. Usually, it would go by extremely fast, since art was my favorite subject. That, and Oliver was usually here. I'm looking back and forth between my assignment and the clock, sighing about every two seconds. It was almost the end of class and a Friday. And I couldn't wait to see Lily. The bell rung and I picked up my stuff and headed for the door.

"Miley Stewart." I curse silently to myself and turn around, smiling slightly.

"Yes, Mrs. Miller?" She fed me some crap about me helping with the art fair coming up and how I was her best student. It took about five minutes. That meant I could still catch Lily.

After the conversation, I make my way back to the door. But instead of being able to walk through the threshold and into freedom, I'm slammed against the wall by Amber, Ashley standing in the doorway, blocking my only escape route.

"Fuck! What the hell?" I wince and shout as my back hits cold concrete.

Amber smirks, a slight chuckle rising from her throat. " I just was wanting to ask you a question, Miley…"

She never called me Miley, not since…

"What do you want?" I didn't allow any confusion to seep through my voice, instead ice cold venom spat out at her.

"Wow, temper. You always had a temper…" She paused and looked at her nails. "But was that before or after your parents died?"

My eyes narrowed and I felt expletives tearing at my throat, just waiting to get out. I held them in with what little effort I had left.

"Anywho, my question." She looked up at me through her brow. " I'm having a party soon. I want you to come." She moved closer to me, pushing her hips tightly against mine, one of her hands resting on my cheeks. I hiss, partially because she was being overly sexual with me, and partially because I'm pissed.

"Get off-" I'm cut off by a pair of lips pressing bruisingly hard into mine. My eyes widened and I scrambled to push her off of me. What the hell? I want to scream. She seems to figure out my actions and grabs my hands, placing them firmly on her ass.

"Miley? What are you doing?" That voice. No. Dammit! Amber lets me go and laughs.

"Apparently, Lily, she doesn't want you."

Lily is breathing heavily her eyes watering.

"Miley..how could…how could you…"

"No, Lily…I didn't..she..Lily, wait!"

She had turned around, murmuring something about trust. She took a deep shaky breath then ran.

She left me standing there, I felt the coldness seep back into my heart. That horrible coldness that took over my body and my life when my parents left me alone. I felt it creeping into my existence again. No. NO! I won't let it take me over again. Sadness to anger. Sad to angry.

I turn to Amber, my eyes mere slits etched into my now very pissed off face.

"You…this was your goal! I will kill you! I'm fucking splitting your goddamn head open!" I jump on her, my body slamming hers into the ground.

"I fucking hate you!"

I screamed at her endlessly as I felt my fist collide with her face over and over again. I stood, my breath already ragged with rage. Wrapping my hand in her hair, I bring her head down on the concrete floor with as much force as I could muster. Until I heard a sickening crack.

"Miley! Miley Stewart! Get the hell off of her!"

I didn't. I poured my rage into her body. My fists were covered in her STD ridden blood. I didn't care anymore. I was tired of all the shit.

Then I felt my fist stop, an electric current running through my body. Then it left just as abruptly. I felt my body slump over, my muscles twitching from the shock of volts running through my blood.

"Miley Stewart, you are under arrest. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say or do…"

The voice faded as I passed out.

Over the next few weeks, I went to court. My charges? Assault. Homicide. I killed her. I killed the bitch. I split her head open, just like I promised her I would. I have to laugh at that now. I really do…

I pleaded guilty. No point in fighting it, really.

I was put in prison. My sentence was 20 years, since I was still rather young. But they told since it was my first offense, I could get out on good behavior. Miley? Be good? Ha.

That was my first though. Until I experienced the goddamn place.

You're damn right I did. I acted the best I could. Didn't get involved in any drama. Did exactly what I was told to do.

How long has it been? 15 years.

Did anyone visit me? Oh yeah. Yeah. Jackson came every other day, whether he had college or not. Every other day for 15 years. We've grown closer. I even told him the whole story. He was proud of me for admitting to everything. I laughed at him. His sister was a murderer. I told him this. He shook his head. It was an accident, he swore this to me.

Yeah, I had other visitors. Oliver came once a week. Jake was always with him. Oliver went to college. A chef. Can you believe it? Ollie boy, cooking it up. The still makes me chuckle. Him and Jake are engaged. Might even be married, I don't remember. They stopped coming after about a month, saying that they were trying to get everything ready for when I was getting out.

No, Lily never came. Oliver tells me he still talks to her. But other than that, I haven't heard anything. 15 years and nothing.

I'm getting out tomorrow. I'm moving in with Oliver.

Tomorrow, I can almost taste the freedom…

A/N: Oh lord, finally an upload. Sorry, you guys. I've kept you waiting! It's been a while since I could get to the library. Yea, anywho. I hope the twist is okay. I kinda had it planned from the beginning. The next chapter, the real story starts!