A/N: Hey guys!!! I hope at least one person reads my author's notes because I spend a good amount of time on these and it would be nice to know if some one read it. : )
Any way, I promised you the chapter of a lifetime so I hope this doesn't disappoint anyone. Now depending on how sensitive you are you might just cry. Now I am really sorry also because something is going to happen that might make some people mad at me. But I promise I have a plan for this story and keep in mind I am a Niley lover. That's all I can say without spoiling it, so enjoy and review!!!
Previously….
Nick heard the steps too and looked back at me and said, "I love you, and I really do Miley Stewart"
"I love you too, but you have to go. Run and don't stop ok. I'll be fine" I lied, the fakeness dripped from my teeth as I turned the other way. I couldn't bare the sight of watching Nick leave, so I didn't look.
Little did Miley know that Nick refused to leave her so he shut the door almost all of the way but left it open just enough so that he could see what was happening to the love of his life.
I stood strong, invincible, and unbreakable on the outside. But on the inside I was just a teenage girl that just got her heart broken, and who was about to face the one thing that would determine the rest of my life.
Being a spy they teach you things, how to lie, how to handle weapons of all kinds, how to alter you appearance with only the plastic part at the end of a shoe lace, and even how to speak every language out there, but the one thing they never taught me was how to handle a broken heart, and what to do when your in love. Regardless, I had to finish this, my confidence was lacking but I needed to do this. If I didn't come out alive I was going to make sure Jeff didn't either, no mater what I did I was going to make the world safer for Nick even if I cant be there to defend him.
My thoughts were shattered by my cue that it was time to being the end or just the start of the rest of my life.
An actress gets a cue of when she should say her line by the person who has the line before her. A singer get a cue to sing when the music starts, and a spy, well she gets her cue when a door is being broken down in front of her.
I stood there and watched as Jeff came. He broke threw the door like it was a piece of paper. My heart rate increase and my body was lightly shaking in anticipation. I knew my cue and Jeff delivered it right on time.
I took a fighting stance and prepared myself, fists up in front blocking my body and my feet spread out just enough apart so that if it was needed I could give Jeff a straight kick to the head and knock him out. He looked at me and let out a sick deep stomach chuckle, the type of laugh that makes your stomach curl and makes you want to gag at the rawness of it all.
"Oh look who I have here the little Bitch that thinks that she's better then everyone else. This should be fun."
"Oh shut you big trap," I said getting ticked off.
"Gladly" and with that said he took the first punch, his fist went to my head but I counter-moved it and did a back flip. As soon as my feet hit the ground, I pushed off and flipped back over kicked Jeff in the face.
He didn't like that to say the least. He punched me, I'd counter move each punch and when I would punch him he'd do the same. We were in the middle of the biggest fight of our lives. Our fists danced along with each other, moving and blocking. Punch after punch I blocked and threw, I wasn't giving up just yet. The more blows I received and the more my whole body ached the more I wanted to win this fight. I'd never giving up on anything before and I wasn't going to let the sorry excuse for a human standing in front of me ruin my record.
Jeff got me into a headlock but only for a minute. I stepped on his foot with all of my strength and then pulled down on his arms and bent forwards sending Jeff flying straight over my head. He hit the wall with an earth shaking force. I could see fire in his black eyes, the flames burned in shear determination and anger. If looks could kill this fight would be over already, and I would be in my grave.
The whole fight seemed to be going in slow motion, each fist, each kick, they all hit but none of them hurt. I was numb and that's when I fought my best. I had no feeling in any part of my body, I felt like a stranger in my own body, just a lost wonderer who would comply with anyone's directions just to have a feeling of safety. I gave Jeff a shard knee to the groin and showed no mercy.
"You little bitch!" Jeff yelled at me as he came over and caught me off guard with a move that I didn't even master yet. It was a blistering rapid blend of kicks and punches. Each moved that he made hit harder then the next, but I was still numb. I was numb that was until he drew his foot back in a rapid movement, before I could react or let alone think about what was about to happen, his foot came in sharp agonizing contact with my body.
Before I knew it I was on the floor, limp. I felt paralyzed and Jeff's foot kicked my stomach repeatedly. It hurt like hell but this wasn't going to be the end, no it wasn't ending like this, I'd never let it.
Jeff drew his foot back again and was an inch away from coming in contact with my bruised stomach when I grabbed his leg and shoved my elbow into his calf with all of might. I heard the sweet sound of a loud crack. I used this as my cue to get up and retaliate. I pushed myself up off of the bloody floor using all of my strength. It was hard but I've felt worse pain. The blood on that tile floor was my blood and instead of that making me weaker it only increased my want, my need, to finish this.
I threw in punches at Jeff like it was noting and I was a monster who was just born for the solitary reason to inflict pain, with the strength I now possessed.
Jeff's anger came back into his eyes, the pure unadulterated hate and furry, he was lying on the ground and I had the upper had but then, I started to cough. I stopped punching Jeff for a second so I could try to help the burring pain building up in my throat and throbbing sensation in my stomach. I coughed harder and blood started to trickle its way out of my mouth.
The thick metal-like tasting liquid filled my mouth and free fell its way down landing on the floor. I could feel my whole body going weak and wanting to shut down. I didn't and wouldn't let it. I pushed on. I then realized that Jeff was up from the floor.
I felt a hot, repulsive, nauseating breathe on my neck and I quickly turned around. Jeff was standing there, gun in hand and a smirk on his face. For the first time in my life I was truly scared.
I put up my two fists and took a right side jab to the arm that held onto the gun. The gun faltered in Jeff's hand but didn't drop. I stepped my leg into the gab in between Jeff's two legs and hooked it on his leg. I pulled my hooked leg back making Jeff fall. Jeff then retaliated by doing a summer-slat to recover from the impact of the classroom floor.
Jeff stood again and brought his fists to my face and punched me with such force that my head turned from the impact of his fist to my head. I stood my ground and fought back, I gave him strong punches and kicks with all of my might.
The fight continued, punch after punch. Fancy move after fancy move. We were exchanging in-profanities at each other and being ruthless. Then I could start to see black spots over come my vision, and I knew it wasn't my "contacts".
I started to get dizzy, I could feel the instability set in and it was the worst feeling I've ever experienced. I had no control over my body, it felt like I abandoned my fighting body and was observing from the side watching myself suffer in pain.
I started coughing blood out of my mouth again and I felt weak. I could only see blurs now and it scared the crap out of me. Then I could see the blur of Jeff's body picking up a gun. I was defenseless. I stood there stumbling as Jeff pointed the gun at me and I could see his finger pulling the trigger.
It all happened in slow motion. I braced my self for the impact, for the end of my life. But before the bullet hit me it was blocked.
"MILEY!!!!!!!"
I heard my name being yelled and before I could do any thing I saw the love of my life, Nicholas Jerry Gray jump in front of the bullet and take the hit. I saw the bullet go into his stomach as he let out a scream in pain.
I was on the ground and I knew I'd never be able to get up at this moment so I crawled over to the body of my prince charming, my Nick. His faced started to look drained and he was shaking from the pain.
I could feel tears escape my eyes and a choked up sob released its self from my throat. I could see the blood on his body and I was shocked when he had the strength to speak.
"Don't cry Miles," he reached his hand up to my face and wiped off the tears and another choked sob drew its self from my lips.
"Oh Nick," I said but I was cut off before I could finish my sentence by the voice of the man who wrecked me and shot the love of my life.
"Awe how cute, now will you mind standing still while I kill you as well" and with that he brought his gun up again.
A/N: ok so I'm going to have to end it there. SORRY! But I will post tomorrow! YAY! So wow major sad Niley moment. I was almost in tears while writing it. There will be more Niley moments in the future but that Is all I'll tell you!
Don't you just hate Jeff? I know I do. So that's all I really have to say so please review and tell me what you think because I worked super hard on this.