a/n: sorry it's so short!
Chapter Five: Doing Things I Wanna Do?
Miley's POV
That night I was awoken by a scream of pain. I walked towards my window and looked out it. It was scary hearing that. You'd think somebody was being tortured or something. Shrugging it off, I laid back in bed and fell asleep.
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The next morning, Oliver and Lilly were over.
"I'm serious guys, there's something wrong with him." I said. "Why is he always covered in bruises?"
"Doesn't he have reasons for them?" Lilly asked.
"Yes but I don't believe them." I said.
"Miley, you're blowing this out of proportion. I'm sure Rico's fine." Oliver said.
Is sighed. "I guess so." I said.
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Rico's POV
CRASH!
I landed on the coffee table and it broke in half. Wood poked at my ribs. Dad made a grab for me and picked me up. I kicked my feet trying to get away. I kicked him in the chest and he dropped me.
I got myself up and started to run to the door. Dad grabbed me again. I felt his belt hit my body. I screamed in pain until he let me go.
I fell to my knees, trembling in pain and fear. I looked up and saw dad walking towards me, his belt in his hand. I hastily got up and made a beeline for my room. I locked the door.
Pacing the room, I needed to think of an idea.
Dad was banging on my door. "OPEN THIS FRICKIN DOOR!" he shouted. Panicking, I opened my window. I grabbed my school bag and put some clothes and money in it. I climbed on the edge of the window, looking back fearfully. Dad banged on the door once more.
And I jumped…