JACKSON'S POV
Pregnant. Miley. Those words definitely should not be used in the same sentence. I can't believe my only sister. My baby sister was having a baby of her own. What I also couldn't believe is that she would be stupid enough to leave it out on her dresser. Doesn't she realize our father could have found out? Not that I like the idea of her keeping this from him, but if he found a pregnancy test in his daughter's room.....ugh, I can't even think about it. The hardest part is pretending I have no idea what's going on, when really my first thought was to kill the bastard that did this to my little sister. I know that I have to wait on her to tell me herself, but it's getting extremely difficult. Hearing her throw up all the time, and crying in the middle of the night, and not being able to do anything about it makes me feel extremely helpless. She'll suspect something if I'm too nice to her, but I'm getting to a point where I no longer care. I just want to help her now...not to mention kill her at the same time.
Ever heard that expression 'speak of the devil' or something of that nature? Well it was just proven very accurate. I can hear Miley right now running into the bathroom, yet again. The fact that I can hear her from my room worries me slightly. That probably meant dad could hear to.
MILEY'S POV
I'm really beginning to get sick of this. No pun intended. Throwing up at 2:00 am has definitely messed up my sleeping pattern. Meaning I hardly get any at all. As I spilled the contents of my stomach into the porcelain bowl in front of me my mind wandered back to the night that left me in this state. . .
"Come on Miley, it's really not that hard. You're just nervous because you've never done this before. I love you, and I promise I'll stop right away if you want."
His eyes looked so sincere, and his words made my stomach flutter. I knew I wasn't ready to do this, or maybe it was as he said it: I was just afraid. There was no harm in at least trying, he said he would stop if I wanted, so what was so wrong?
"Well…" I began, hesitantly, "As long as you go easy on me, I'm new to this."
Jake smiled, and I knew I could do this.
He slowly moved closer to me and soon his lips were against mine, soft and careful, and gradually getting rougher. He slowly pushed me backwards until I was laying on his bed. I briefly glanced at the ceiling of the cabin before closing my eyes and resuming the heated kiss. Everyone else had gone to dinner, and Jake had said he wanted to talk to me privately. Obviously, he had intended to do way more than talking. He has been one of my only friends this summer, and only a week ago had we shared our first kiss. I remember it being while we were in the canoes. He had told me I needed a better grip on my paddle, and reached out to assist me. When I looked up to thank him, I hardly had time to breathe before his lips were on mine in a very brief kiss that had left me tingling.
Now, here we were, moving our relationship farther. Still, in the back of my mind, I felt something was wrong, and I knew I wasn't ready for this. I just didn't want to end the first relationship I ever had because I was too childish to go to another level.
Jake reached down, unbuttoning my jeans and slowly sliding them, along with my undergarments, down my leg and threw them across the room.
The rest was a blur, and a fast one at that. It almost seemed like nothing had happened. After it was over, I had muttered an awkward goodbye and ran back to my own cabin.
I was definitely not just afraid. That was the worst experience of my life. Not to mention it hurt. Not because he was too rough, but for the obvious reasons.
I had then quickly changed into pajamas, and gone straight to bed.
I was just lying on the floor of the bathroom now, staring at the side of the toilet, memorizing the odd pipelines on the side. I knew I should get up and go back to bed, but I was too tired for that. My whole episode had knocked any energy I had right out of me.
So I just lied there on the bathroom floor until I drifted into unconsciousness.