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Chapter 1

"Come on Jackson, we're trying to do this project!" Miley said to her brother in frustration. "Why couldn't you have just gone interstate to collage like normal people?"

Jackson opened his soda, smiling in reply. "One, to annoy you. Two, I've been promoted at Rico's which is better pay. Three, the ladies in Malibu, by the way did I mention to annoy you?"

Miley stared at Lily, hoping her best friend would back her up. Though just like she had been for too long now, she was staring off into space, lost in her own thoughts. Miley finally snapped. "Lily you could back me up here."

Lily turned to both of them. "We can just go study in your room Miley. No big deal. I guess I'll see you later Jackson."

Jackson shot Lily a confused look. "Now you know when she doesn't have anything to say back to me, we've got problems. Who are you, and what have you done with the real Lily Truscott?"

"Nothing, I'm just stressed out that's all. So much homework, so little time." Lily replied bluntly. "Besides, since when did I have to prove myself to you Jackie-boy?"

"You know I hate it when you call me that." Jackson pointed at her with a mock warning glance. "Though it's much more reassuring to hear you saying that. Guess that disproves the abducted by aliens theory."

Miley grabbed her books and Lily's arm, leading them away from Jackson. "Well looking at you makes me have my doubts about the brain sucking aliens. Bye meat head."

Jackson rolled his eyes in reply, though when they were out of sight his thoughts drifted to Lily. There was no doubt that she had changed and something was definitely wrong. He tried to convince himself he didn't care, but the sadness behind Lily's eyes bugged him and he knew it had been upsetting Miley a lot as well. As much as he hated to admit it, Lily had always been easy to talk to, even when she made fun of him. Plus she was pretty, though much prettier when she smiled.

She had just finished having her shower, smiling about the night she was going to have, excited about the hot date with her boyfriend. As she proceeded in wrapping the towel around herself, a knock came from the door.

"I'm in here, don't worry I'll be out in a minute." The sixteen year old blonde replied, drying off and slipping on her bath robe.

The door opened anyway and she gasped. He was there, smiling at her. "Little Lily Truscott, well not so little are we?" He said, reaching out and stroking her robe, like it was no big deal.

Lily tried to push past him, but he just grabbed her wrist. Turning her to face the mirror, he ripped her bath robe off with his rough hands. Despite her protests and her tears, he didn't let her go but instead just kept caressing her naked body. Lily tried to scream for help, but that just provoked him to clamp a hand over her mouth.

"You can't scream. No-one can hear you. Besides, who would believe you anyway?" He pressed his crotch into her back, so she could feel the hard-on through his jeans. "You're my little girl now and there's not a god damn thing you can do about it."

Lily woke up with a start, sweat pouring down her forehead. She took deep breaths to calm herself down. Taking in her surroundings, she reassured herself about the dream. That night she was sleeping over at her best friend's house, meaning he couldn't get to her. For the last two months she had been trying to spend as much time over at the Stewart's as possible and the family always welcomed her there, oblivious to her reasons. They had no way of knowing that agreeing to her sleeping over kept her safe from her stepfather.

At first it all seemed unintentional. Mike would accidentally brush past her in the hall way, touch her knee on the couch, being overly supportive if she had a hard day in school. Lily never thought anything of it after all he was married to her mother. Until that one night, she was getting dressed for bed, though she could feel someone watching her as she took off her top. Turning to the door, she saw him standing there. He made no point of hiding his hand down his pants. Lily slammed her door, but she could hear him breathing on the other side. From then it escalated, and every time Lily thought about telling someone, Mike had convinced her of how hopeless it was.

Miley was still fast asleep beside her. Lily couldn't help but resent her friend at that moment, being able to sleep without a care in the world. On many occasions she had to convince herself not to blame Miley, it wasn't her fault and Lily wasn't about to spill the beans. Even when she had mentally forgiven her best friend in the past, just like that moment, it didn't stop the tears falling down her cheeks. She hated the paranoia, the nightmares, living in constant fear that the next time he could succeed in going all the way and raping her.

NOTE: Yeah, it gets straight into the angsty part of the story. Soon enough there will be some Lackson. Hope the people reading this are enjoying it as I'm going to keep updating as much as I can. Possibly another Lackson fic will be on the way soon.