CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Day 8
I sighed blissfully as I sat next to Lilly and by the fire after I'd finally escaped Joe's warm and protective arms. My whole body was still singing after Joe's ministrations last night. Lilly raised an eyebrow at me and I blushed before I spoke. "Orgasmically out of this world amazing." I reported and her mouth dropped open.
"You did the dirty?" Lilly hissed, her eyes wide.
"No." I denied, flushed red and remembering every single touch of Joe's. "But, we were right about his hands."
"Should've known you'd be a whore." I heard someone mutter behind me and I rolled my eyes; Hanson. Seriously, what was his problem?
"Last straw, Dick." I heard a threatening growl. Then, like a blur, Joe threw himself at the supposed cop, tumbling them both into the sand as fists started flying.
"Joe." I gasped, my eyes widening as I watched him. It wasn't much of a fight, more like Joe beating the shit out of Hanson. "Oh, my God, Joe! Stop!" I was actually sared to apraoch his. Some of the stronger guys ran over and managed to pull Joe off Hanson, h is fists bloody and his eyes almost red with pure rage.
"Dude!" One of the men said, getting in front of Joe whilst he was being held back. It could have just been me, but that didn't seem like such a good idea. "Calm do-"
"Don't fucking tell me to calm down." Joe glared, ripping one arm free and trying to get to Hanson again. Was he even aware? Or was he just seeing red now? "Let me at that fucker. Bastard deserves to die, to be tortured." A wicked gleam - not like the one last night - of sadsim flickered through his normally beautiful brown eyes. "Rip his balls off and feed them to him. Cut his fingers off and shove them up his-"
"Get him away from here until he calms down." The man in front of Joe demanded. It was scary how Joe was so calm listing off things to do to Hanson; violent, painful, disgusting things. The rage wild in his eyes, demanding action, violence, vengance.
"What's that?" Someone pointed over the ocean.
"Get that maniac away from him." The man ordered roughly before turning to the distance.
"What the Hell just happened?" Lilly asked, wide eyed and scared.
"I don't know." I whispered.
"Miley." I stumbled back and almost fell over at the force of a small child running into me and hugging my legs. "What's wrong with Joe, Miley?" It was Lorraine, still looking tired - she must have been woken by the commotion. She looked terrified.
"He's just a little upset, Sweetie." I tried to sound calm, but I was scared too. I know Joe said he was angry all the time and violent, but I'd never actually seen it. I mean, it's only een a week and we've been a little preocupied.
"He's scary." Lorraine hid her face in my shoulder when I picked her up.
"Miles." Lilly said, her voice kind of distracted.
"Hmm?" I hummed, rocking Lorraine gently, I didn't know what to do. I was a little scared of Joe right now too.
"Miley." Lilly repeated, tugging on my arm. People were running around now, and waking everyone else up, but I wasn't paying attention, I was watching the three men restraining Joe who was still in his red rage of violence and anger. "Miley, look."
"At what?" I asked, tearing my eyes away from Joe who was now surrounded by the men and getting his hands even more bloody by punching the plane piece on the beach.
"Miley, Look." Sh turned me so I was facing the ocean, but I didn't see anything notworthy; the ocean, the waves, the sky, a boat in the distance, a couple of clouds, people jumping up and down... A boat in the distance? I did a double take.
"Is that a...?" I couldn't say it because what if it wasn't true?
"That's a boat, Miley." Lilly squeeled. "A boat. Rescue. We're being rescued."
"Did Joe's lighthouse work already?" Lorraine looked up at the mention of a boat.
"Lighthouse?" I questioned, confused.
"Before he was scary Joe was gonna build you a lighthouse so you could be rescued." Lorraine said in a small voice, he bright green eyes trailing over to Joe again, still punching the side of the crashed plane. "Why's Joe bein' scary?" Why was Joe being scary? Was it because Hanson had finally maaged to piss him off too much? Because of the pent up anger he'd been reigning in since we crashed? Because of the burning rage inside him he said only I could control?
"He's just upset, Sweetie." I didn't know what else to say.
"But, why? His lighthouse worked already, he should be happy." Lorraine blinked at me innocently.
"Why don't you go wait for the boat with the boys, Rai, and I'll go talk to Joe." I decided, gently setting the little blonde on her feet.
"'Kay." She nodded, "but, take Beary so Joe don't scare you." She held up my childhood bear for me and I smiled as I took him. I don't think anything could make me not scared of Joe in this moment.
"Are you sure, Miles?" Lilly caught my arm before I could walk away. "He's angry and violent, he might-"
"He won't hurt me." I whispered assuredly, but inside I wasn't so sure. I'd never seen him like this; he'd told me about it, how it happened, how he couldn't control it.
"But, Mile-" Lilly started again, eyeing Joe distrustfully.
"He won't hurt me, Lil, I swear." I reitterated and she sighed, letting go of me.
"Just be careful?" She requested.
"I will." I promised, taking a deep - hopefully calming - breath before heading in Joe's direction.
"Uh... You should probably stay away right now." One of the guys said when I aproached.
"It's okay." I said quietly, eyeing Joe who was now breathing heavilly, slumped against the side of the plane. "He won't hurt me." I wasn't so sure in my head. "Joe?" I asked, slightly louder. His fists clenched beside his head and his body tensed at my voice.
"He's not stable." One of the other guys tried to warn again.
"Joe?" I stepped closer despite the warnings.
"Stop!" Joe choked out when I was just behind him.
"It's just me, Joe, just Milo." I reached out and touched his tense shoulder.
"I don't want to hurt you." Joe muttered roughly, starting to thud his head against the metal.
"You won't." There I went again with the being so sure with my words when all my head could see was the violent, pure red rage in his eyes from before.
"Are you scared?" Joe asked, still leaning against the plane, not looking at me.
"Yes." I admitted hoarsely.
"You should be." His hands unclenched and flattened against the plane. "You shouldn't be around me right now."
"Don't push me away, Joe." I whispered, reaching up with my toher hand so they were both on his shoulders. "No now. Not when rescue is here."
"Rescue?" Joe's head shot up and he turned around, finally. "Good." He let out a breath, his face flooding with relief. "You'll finally be safe."
"Let me see your hands." I commanded, holding mine out expectantly.
"I'm fine." He tried to brush me off. "You should go be with Lilly, I want you to get your head looked at."
"My head is fine; you've been trying to beat up a plane, and you've got a babies name carved into your arm." I reached for his hands again, but Joe turned dark again.
"Fucking bastard was begging for it." Joe growled, clenching his fists again. "I should rip his fucking tongue out and-"
"Joe." I cut in, the fear creeping up again. Note to self; don't get Joe angry. "No homicide, remember. We're going home now and you never have to see him again."
"Just a little dead?" Joe asked, finally cracking a grin and I let out a relieved breath. I think he was safe from the rage right now.
"There's no such thing as a little dead." I rolled my eyes. "You're no killing anyone, Joe."
"Fine." His shoulders sagged. "How do you make me so calm when I feel like I'm seeing red 'cause I'm so angry?" He relaxed, stepping forward, looking completely drained as he wrapped me up in a big bear hug. "God, I'm gonna need you on speed dial when I get a new phone."
"Let me see your hands." I stepped out of his arms. "You can be real stupid sometimes, Joey." I shook my head when he placed his large hands in my smaller ones; his knuckles were bloody and red and now that the high was wearing down he winced in pain when he flexed his fingers.
"I figured this was better than beating the shit out of a person." Joe shrugged, biting his lip. Once again I was struck by how sexy he was whe he did that, except now two out of three times I'd seen it was because he was in pain and bleeding. "How bad was I?" He asked, looking down guiltilly.
"Lorraine was scared." I whispered, so was I, but I figured it would be really bad to tell him that.
"Shit." He winced.
"I think she's more excited about rescue than she is scared." I tried to make it better.
"Right. Rescue." Joe nodded before he paused and then his eyes widened. "Holy shit, Babe, we're bing rescued!"
"Yeah, and?" I prompted, Joe raised his eyebrows at me.
"Milo, we're being rescued! We're getting off this island, we're going home, we're not-"
"Sweet niblets, we're being rescued!" My brain finally caught up with iformation; Joe wasn't seeing red anymore, he was stable, and Holy crap we're being rescued! "Lilly!" I squeeled happilly, running to my best friend.
"Finally caught on, huh?" Lilly asked as we started jumping happilly and squeeling. We were being rescued. "Eeep! Home!"
"Daddy!" I was actually going to get to see my Dad again.
"Mom!" Lilly's Mom hadn't been able to make it to our graduation.
"Yay! Yay! Yay! Yay!" We jumped around hugging. "Rescue! Rescue! Rescue! Rescue!" We chanted happilly. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Joe smile and walk over calmly, picking up a stick that was just out of reach of the bon fire, he stuck it out so it caught the flame and then he walked over to the thing he'd started building yesterday - Lorraine said it was a lighthouse - and touched the fire to the bottom of the four foot high construction. I shook my head, focussing on what was important; we're getting rescued!
"MILEY!" Lorraine ran over and jumped so I had to catch her. "We get to go home!" I spun her around earning an excited giggle.
"Yeah, we are, Baby." The boys were running around wildly... Actually, pretty much everyone was. We were celebrating.
"Is Joe still bein' scary?" Lorrained asked in a small voice in my ear and I paused.
"No, he's not still scary." I told her, smiling gently as I brushed her hair back. "He was just upset before, but he's okay now." I kissed her forehead. "Why don't you go give him a hug, Baby?"
"Don't wanna." Lorraine mumbled, hiding in my neck shyly. "He's scary, what if he gets scary again?"
"He's okay now, Rai, I promise." I sighed, rocking her. Joe was sort of just standing off to the side, his hands still bleeding, glowing and sweating in the heat of the fire he'd started on his 'lighthouse'. I looked to Lilly who sensed my stare and turned to me. I glanced at Joe and she nodded, understanding. That's the great thing about best friends is that we know what each other thinks sometimes. Lilly went over to Joe and started talking to him, trying to get him into the celebrations. "Why don't we give the boys a hug, then?" I suggested to Lorraine - still hiding in my neck - and she nodded. "Yeah?" I set her on her feet. "I think I spy a little boy who wants a hug from his favourite little girl." I smiled, pointing out little Will and that's all it took for Lorraine to run off and chase him.
I know it's been pactically forever since I updated, but it's been a long busy couple of weeks; Christmas (a road trip there and back totalling 4 days) Plus I got to go to Mariah Carey on New Years Day (AWESOME) And right now it is 1:27 AM making it officially my 20th birthday. When I wake up later this morning here's going to be another road trip to spend a couple of days away. So sorry if I don't updte in the next few days again.
1) I hate this chapter so I'm not going to ask what your favourite part is.
2) I'm going to start writing Year Three of the Camp Rock series in the next coupl of days (hopefully). If anyone is still interested in Camp Rock series let me know.
3) I can now say I've seen both noteable MC's live!
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