Woooah I'm doing good on updates. I'm shocked at myself. I've never had this many chapters for a story before. I don't really like this chapter very much. I don't feel like I wrote it well, so I'm sorry if it's not what you expected. With that being said, let us commence with chapter....five? six? Something like that xD. Oh, and I apologize in advance for spelling and grammar errors, my Word is going a little crazy, so I'm stuck using WordPad. With no spell check. Ugh.
"Miles? You've been kind of quiet, are you alright?"
And the lies continue...
"Yeah, I'm fine, I'm just....really curious about what we're doing today," I replied, "Which would be...?"
He simply smiled and squeezed my hand, "You'll see, just be patient."
"Oh yeah, cause I'm just great at that," I said.
He chuckled slightly and kept walking. We conintued in silence for a few more minutes, when suddenly he stopped.
"How unoriginal would I be if I took you to a playground right now?"
"Well...taking me out of school, taking me to an empty playground where no one can hear my screams...do you have a whole secret agenda I'm not in on?"
He gave me a look.
"Kidding! Sheesh, I love playgrounds," I said, smiling. Either he thought I was funny, or he was comtemplating a straight jacket, but I think he knew something was up. I was acting nervous, and my hands were sweating. I knew that as soon as we got to that playground (speaking of which, since when do kids skip high school to have recess?) he was going to find out why.
As we continued down the street, the local park came into view. I saw the large playground equipment, complete with slides, monkey bars, and a shaky bridge. I immediately felt like I was ten years old. I practically pulled Oliver over to the park, while he just laughed at how childish I was being. Once we hit the chopped tire ground, I ran to the monkey bars with Oliver following close behind me.
"I used to be able to do these really well in fifth grade," I told him, "But I havn't tried in a really long time, I might fall on my face."
"Miley," he began, "Do you seriously think if you fell off of those I wouldn't catch you?"
I considered that for a minute and nodded at him before climbing the small ladder hooks on the end of the construction. I placed one hand on the bar in front of me, and swung forward. My left hand managed to grip the second bar, when I suddenly came to a horrifying realization: I was stuck.
"Uh...Oliver, I seem to um...not be able to move," I said, squeezing tightly to the cold metal bar. Oliver looked at me for a second, and I could tell he was fighting off laughter, and losing the battle. He walked forward and put both hands on the sides of my waist.
"Well, I'd say you've got a little bit of a problem, there."
"Oliver this isn't funny."
"Then why are you laughing?"
"I'm not-"
Then I felt his hands begin the same motion I had stopped earlier on before we'd decided to cut school, only this time I was powerless to stop them. I released the bars in both hands quickly, and he stopped tickling me to catch me.
"There you go, problem solved," he stated. He smirked and set me down.
"Jerk," I said, sitting down on the rubbery tire pieces.
"Hey, you're down aren't you?"
I ignored him and layed back on the ground and closed my eyes. I felt him lay next to me and heard his soft whisper by my ear, "Are you going to tell me what's wrong with you yet, or are you going to wait into I'm institutionalized?"
My eyes flew open, and I turned my head to look into his. He looked worried, scared even. I hated knowing I was the reason for that, but I also wasn't looking forward to what would replace it. Anger, and disgust. I sighed and sat up. It was now or never. Well, actually, now, or about 4 months from now.
"Okay, I'll tell you," I whispered almost inaudiably. He said nothing in reply, he simply sat up and waited for me to continue.
"Oliver, I...," I could feel a lump forming in my throat, so I sped up the lecture before my voice could crack, "I did something really terrible over this past summer, and now it's turned into this horrible...this whole situation, and I can't tell anybody, they'd think I was some kind of whore. My daddy is probably going to disown me when he finds out, Jackson will probably beat Jake to a pulp if daddy doesn't get to him first, and Jake isn't going to be any help at all. But the worst part..." I paused to calm myself, "The worst part is that once I tell you the rest of this...I'm afraid I'll lose you too."
Then Oliver exhibited the exact opposite reaction I had been expecting. Instead of running from me in dissapointment and anger, he moved closer to me, and put his arms around me. He held me tightly for a few seconds, then whispered, "Tell me the rest, I promise you I'm not going anywhere."
I took another deep breathe, and practically had to force the words out, "I'm pregnant. Jake's the father...and I wish that night and summer camp had never happened."
I felt his arms stiffen around me. His breathing sped up.
"Oliver?"
His arms left my shoulders, and he put his face in them. I waited, staring at him. I knew I shouldn't have told him. He was probably doing to dump me now, whenever he could breathe regularly.
"Miley," my name was muffled from the inside of this arms.
"Y-yes?"
"Would you mind...at all...if I slaughtered Jake Ryan?"
"I'd rather you not get thrown in jail for murder, Oliver."
His head flew up and he stared straight into my eyes. He looked furious, "Do you have any idea what that...that...jerk has done to you Miley? You're going to have to go through doctor visits, and they're going to draw blood, and I know you hate needles. Then there's the...labor...and, Miley how can you not want to kill him?" I just stared blankly, I didn't answer him, "Unless...you, you know, go an...abortion."
It seemed like my brain suddenly clicked on, and I could definitely speak again, "Oliver, this is just as much my fault as it is Jake's! I was there, I conciously did everything. He didn't force me to anything, he didn't...he didn't rape me. I have responsibility for this child now, and I refuse to kill it before it even has a chance to live, just because of my stupid mistake." I stood up.
"Miley, you're sixteen. Barely sixteen even. You're not ready for this, I'm not trying to tell you what to do, that's your decision, but I don't think..." He sighed, "I don't think I can watch you go through that much pain."
His words hit me hard. Was he saying...that if I didn't get an abortion, he would break up with me?
"Well, then I guess you may want to stay away from me for about seven more months, because I'm not killing my child."
Then I walked off, I had no idea where I was going, school didn't end for another 5 hours. I just knew I wanted to get as far away from here as possible.
Alright, don't hate Oliver xD. I promise, he's not the bad guy. Review, tell me what you think, what I could fix, heck you can tell me your favorite color for all I care. Just drop some reviews, it makes me write faster :].