Chapter two. I loved the reviews for chapter one. Please, keep them coming. This is the point where the story gets u-g-l-y.

Disclaimer: Still don't own Hannah Montana. But I own Mitchel Musso…not really, just a couple posters.

LILLY'S POV

After a brutal evening, I went to my room. I examined the bruise on my hip. That was the place that he had stepped with his big, clunky boots. I touched it, and winced. I wanted to cry. Why did I put up with this? I took a shower, the hot water running over my skin, felt good. I changed into one of my shirts that I had 'forgotten' to return to Oliver. From there, I laid in my bed, and pulled the comforter up to my head, and started to sob. Soon tears were spilling out of my eyes. I felt a hand on my shoulder.

"Lilly, are you okay?" Sophie asked me. I nodded, slowly. She gave me a hug, and crawled into her bed. No one knew about what he did to me, and I wanted to keep it that way. I cried and cried until I must have fallen asleep. I woke up, and wiped my eyes. It was Saturday. I changed into my blue and green bikini. Then I put my blue board shorts over my bikini bottom. I put on a gray tank top, and slipped my feet into black flip flops. I walked down my stairs, and saw him eating breakfast. He smiled at me, like he was the perfect stepfather.

"Mom…I'm going to the beach," I said as I opened the front door. She was eating with him.

"Okay, honey, see you later," She said as I stepped onto my porch, and shut the door. I walked to Oliver's. Maybe, I could take him to the beach with me. I knocked on Oliver's front door. Mrs. Oken answered it.

"Hello Lilly, dearie. Would you like to speak to Oliver?" Mrs. Oken said as she stepped aside, and let me in. I took my flip flops off.

"Yes. Is he in his room?" I asked. She nodded. I turned towards the staircase.

"Yes, you can go on up," She said before returning to her stack on pancakes. I giggled. Her appetite was the same as Oliver's. I walked up the stairs, and knocked on his door.

"Oliver, open up," I said. Maybe, he was still sleeping. I opened his door, and saw him sleeping, peacefully. He blanket was on the floor, and his hair was a mess. I gently shook him. He jumped.

"Hey Lilly," Oliver said, yawning. Then, he stretched his arms out. I sat on his bed, next to him, and he placed his arm over my shoulder. I snuggled up next to him, with my head in the crook of his neck.

"Ollie, wanna go to the beach?" I asked after a few minutes of comfortable silence.

"With you…of course," Oliver said as he grabbed his bathing suit, and a cerulean polo. Then, he left, for the bathroom to change. I stood up, and looked on the top of his dresser. It had various pictures, and random items. I felt arms around my waist, and then the arms brushed against my bruised hip.

"Oww…" I cried out. The arms quickly came off of my hips. I turned around to see a confused Oliver.

"I'm sorry. What did I do?" Oliver said. Tears sprang up into my eyes, thinking about last night. He came over and hugged me.

"Nothing Oliver, I'm fine," I said as I wiped at my tears. I sat on the edge of his bed, and then I laid back.

"Lilly…you're lying. Just tell me," Oliver said as he sat near my head.

"Oliver I don't wanna," I said as I felt more tears coming. Oliver picked up my head, and he moved back. Then he placed my head on his lap. He began to stroke my hair.

"Okay, Lilz, but will you tell me one day," Oliver said, and then he kissed my forehead.

"Oliver…can I tell you now?" I said. He continued running his fingers through my hair.

"Of course you can," Oliver reassured me. I moved, so I was sitting upright. I also made sure that I was very close to him. He brought his arm over my shoulder, and rested it there.

"Oliver, if I tell you, you have to promise to tell no one," I said, seriously. I tilted my head, and placed it on his shoulder.

"I promise," Oliver said, sincerely. He placed his head on top of my head. It felt right, to just sit here, like this, and never move.

"Okay…Oliver, my stepdad beats me," I said, and then the waterworks started. Tears were spilling out of my eyes, and they didn't seem like they were going to stop anytime soon.

"Lilly…you better be joking," Oliver said, raising his voice. I sniffled, and wiped at some of the tears.

"I wish I was," I whispered, with my voice cracking, just then Oliver took his arm off my shoulder. Then, he jumped off his bed.

"I can't believe this! He should be dead for hurting you!" Oliver shouted. It kinda scared me that he got all like this. He looked as if he could rip someone's head off.

"Ollie, I know, but you can't tell anyone," I said, quietly. Oliver began pacing. I stood up, and tried to control my tears. I walked over to him, and placed my head into his chest. I continued bawling my eyes out.

"It's okay Lilz. Everything will be okay, and I won't," Oliver started comforting me. He was rubbing my back. I started to sob, and I felt more tears pool up in my eyes. I finally gained some composure. I pulled away from him, and laid on his bed.

"Lilly, does this happen every night? Is that why I had to leave, out your window?" Oliver started to question me. He placed his blanket over me, and sat next to me.

"No…just when he gets drunk, which is usually Friday and/or Saturday nights. That's why you had to leave so fast, and couldn't go out the front door," I said. Oliver pulled me towards him. I sighed, and took in a deep breath. I held my tears back.

"Oh…call you mom, and say that you're gonna sleep over Miley's house," Oliver said. My tears went away.

"Why would I be over at Miley's?" I asked. Oliver kissed my cheek, and then laughed.

"You're not, just say that…you're really gonna stay here," Oliver said as he stood up, and got his cell. He flopped back on his bed, and almost landed on me.

"But…what if my stepdad finds out that I'm here, with a boy, sleeping over. Then, he'll kill me for sure," I said, my lip trembling, and tears threatening to spill out of my eyes. Oliver placed his cell down, and took my body into his arms.

"It's okay, Lilz. You can go home. That was a stupid plan anyways," Oliver said. My eyelids became heavy, and I fell asleep. I fell asleep in the arms of someone who loves me.

That was kinda a bad ending, but I really didn't know how to end this. The rest of the chapters are gonna be like something sad happens to Lilly, and Oliver comforts her. The tiny little button in the left of your screen should be pressed after you read each chapter. Reviews make me post the story faster because I know that people actually want another chapter posted.
Note: Next update will be in a couple days, it's my mom's birthday tomorrow...so I don't think I'll be able to type a chapter. I promise chapter three will be up either the 30 or 31.