My first Hannah Montana story.
Summary: When Miley saves a little girl from being bullied in the alley, she takes it at a good act of will and thinks nothing more of it. But when the girl follows her home and sits in her patio Miley starts to think that fate has another plan for her and the little girl she had saved.
A belated Christmas Gift…I suppose.
Rating: T (for now, just to be safe)
I sat at the kitchen table talking with my father and brother, that is until I heard a faint knocking at the door. Raising an eyebrow at the men I slowly got up and headed to the door.
It couldn't be Lily she always called before dropping in, and Oliver was in Paris with his parents for the holidays. Jake was touring in Rome. So it couldn't be any of them. I let out a grin, it was probably just my imagination.
I opened the door and stared out into the pouring rain and coming darkness. When I saw no one I fumed had someone just pulled a 'Ding-Dong Ditch' on the Stewart house? I began to shut the door when I heard a faint squeak. Stunned I looked down to see a small little girl standing at my knees. She was shivering and had small lines of blood coming from scratch marks on her arms. Panicking I pulled her into the house and called to my brother and Father.
"Hey dad, bro! Come here for a sec," I waved them over. Dad was the first one there and looked at me curiously.
"What did you need…Miles…" His speech dropped when he saw the trembling little figure clinging to my leg. "Jackson, go and get the first aid kit!" he called. My older brother turned and ducked under the counters pulling a box with a red cross out from under the sink. As he came over dad got up and headed to the bathroom to grab towels.
Within the next few hours things had settled down for the most part, I had been the source of comfort for the girl. I was sitting on the couch her blond head resting on my lap the rest of her skinny pale body wrapped in the soft wool blankets from my room.
"So Miles, who is this?" I heard my brother ask first.
"I'm…I'm not sure." I replied looking over to him.
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, I saved this little girl from getting the snot beat out of her. But I have no idea who she is and why she's here." I replied softly stroking the girls hair. My mind flashes back to the moment we first met.
The rain had only begun to drizzle down, barely sprinkling. The sun was still shining. I was walking home from school humming a Hannah tune under my breath as I walked. Normally I would have taken the bus but some things came up and I had to stay after class. I knew dad had taken Jackson down to the college so they wouldn't be up till later.
As I rounded a corner I heard a faint scream, it was cut short. Frowning I quickened my pace and stopped when I found two kids kicking and punching at something.
"Hey!" I called, the kids froze, glanced at eachother and took off down the road. I wasn't going to try and catch them, I wasn't good at gym even with sneakers on. I decided to check and see what they had been hitting, I froze when I saw a little girl no older than 3 huddled against the side of the dumpster. Her arms had scratches on them and her face was twisted with pain and tears. I went over and knelt down. It took a bit but the little girl finally registered I was there, her lost green eyes hit mine and we stared at each other for a moment.
Sniffling she waited for me to make a move, her arms going up to protect her face, her legs procting her chest and tummy.
"No, no." I murmered softly and gently held her wrist. "I'm not going to hurt you." I said. For a second it looked like she was going to lash out at me. But slowly she lowered her defences and before I knew it she was hugging my blue jeans tightly her little arms trembling. I gently patted her head and lifted her up into my arms. There wasn't much I could do for her so I took her to a small walk in clinic near by.
The waiting room was empty so I walked in and called for the nurse behind the stain glass window. There was a moment of silence, the only thing that I seemed to hear was the little girls peaceful breathing.
"Yes, can I help you?" she asked looking up from her papers. I explained what had happened and motioned to the little girl.
"I can't pay right now but you can just send the check to Billy Ray Cyrus." I said and scribbled our address on a piece of paper and handed it to her. The nurse nodded and got up coming out the side and lifted the little girls in her arms.
"Alright hun, just take it safe." She waved, "don't worry about the little girl I'll keep her safe."
"Thank you." I said with a smile and exited the clinic and began to head home.
I blinked a few times to see that I had a blanket around my shoulders and the living room was much darker than before. Turning around I looked at the wall clock; the red numbers read: 10:48 pm. I frowned, I must have fallen asleep because last time I looked at the clock it had been around 9pm. But my attention was drawn to the figure sleeping beside me. How had the little girl gotten out of the clinic? Had the nurse let her go? Obviously if the nurse did she didn't treat all the most visible injuries. Letting out a small sigh I rested my back against the couch and shut my eyes trying to fall back asleep.
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I have no idea where this story will go as it was just sort of a whim to write it up anyway. Also no flamers!