Well to be honest with you guys, I had no idea how many people enjoyed my story. So far in the past week, I've had 3-4 people fav my story, put my story on alert and all that. Sadly no new reviews but hopefully this revision will do good. Most of the plot of this story will mirror the previous with the exception of a few ideas and new plot ideas.
Please note: My stories will not always contain the way you perceive the characters. They react differently in my stories than they would in the actual show! So I suppose there should be an OOC warning at the top of writings. None the less, please enjoy this revision.
Rating: T, just because I may lose myself with cursing/cussing, or the items (alcohol, drunkenness, and though I highly doubt it, drugs) mentioned in the story.
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Pairings: Lily/Oliver, Miley/Jake.
One last thing: I haven't seen Hannah Montana in years/months. Chances are I will get some things wrong and character details wrong as well.
To be honest, I have always enjoyed rainstorms; the faint pattering of cloud's tears falling onto our roof the roll of thunder that waved through the sky and dashes of lightning that shot across. It was really amazing and I loved every second of it. Often times, I would go out and just walk the beach or just stand outside in the rain feeling as though it helped me sort through my 'split' personalities.
I stuffed my feet into slippers and walked over to the kitchen table where I had a good stack of chocolate chip cookies and a tall glass of milk, I was determined to eat them before Jackson got back home. He'd find the entire batch that I made. Just as I had sat down I heard a knocking sound; frowning I glanced up towards the front door. I ran through my brain…
Lily: She always called before she came in, and she didn't like riding in the rain.
Oliver: In Pairs with his parents.
Jake: Touring in Rome.
Dad: Was in the living room.
Jackson: Was with one of his friends.
So chances where that it either had to be someone delivering mail at night, or just some kid trying to get a few kicks. My dad didn't move, so neither did I. But the knocking persisted it was weak; almost drown out by the rain. I heard the couch groan and my father stand up to his feet.
"Miles stay over there," Billy-Ray said as he reached over and grabbed a baseball bat (I'm not entirely sure why he had one) and eased himself towards the door. He had found it as strange as I had that someone was knocking at the door in the middle of the night when it was pouring rain. Slowly he reached out and grasped the handle and reared the baseball bat backwards. I crouched behind the counter, ready to duck if things got bad. The door opened and all that was heard was a scream followed by dad's surprised yell.
Quickly I sprang to my feet and went towards the door biting my lip. Dad had taken a step back to reveal a little girl; soaking wet and shivering. Even in the darkness I could see the thick crimson liquid running down her arms and her face. My dad thought before I did and ushered the girl inside and shut the door, locking it after.
I padded out from behind the counter and over to the little girl. When she saw me, she crossed the living room in a matter of seconds and latched her cold wet frame on my legs. I let out a surprised gasp and looked down.
"Keep her there Miles, I'm going to run and get some towels and the med-kit." Billy-Ray said as he set down the baseball bat, the girl's source of fear, and headed up the stairs quickly.
I placed my hand on the girl's back and lead her over to the couch and began to push back her hair from her face so I could get a good look at her. My mouth dropped slightly; I knew who this girl was, at least I recognized her.
Once my dad came down we got her dried off, cleaned her cuts and scrapes and she was now sitting with me on the couch with a thick pink blanket around her frame. My dad sat across from us on the single wide chair.
"Miles, do you know who that is?" he asked, looking towards us. I ran my hands through the little girl's wet locks and nodded.
"I do daddy. I saved her from getting the snot beat out of her on my way home from school. I guess she followed me." I said wondering how the little girl even managed to walk all that distance in the rain. As I felt her little body rest against mine I retold the story to my father.
I had been walking home from school, the rain had yet to start pouring but the clouds where black and full signaling that it was about to burst open. So Lily and I were heading down the street, wanting to get in some last minute shopping for our movie night that weekend. My dad was at the recording studio and I didn't want to call a limo and create a scene at school so Lily offered to walk me home, after saying, rather manly, that a girl with a skateboard is great protection.
When we rounded a corner, down off into the shopping district, we heard a scream followed by chanting: 'Get her, get her, get her!'
Frowning both Lily and myself exchanged worried glances before we headed towards the screaming. What we saw was frightening. A little girl was pushed up against a wall, hands in front of her face in a feeble stance to protect herself, her legs where curled up against her stomach and chest to keep from getting hit to hard.
She was surrounded by a bunch of gruff looking boys and girls, the ones doing the beating seemed to be the 'ringleaders' so to speak.
I went to talk but Lily shook her head and placed a hand on my shoulder. She pulled her back-pack around and pulled out an air horn. Shaking it she nodded to me, I covered my ears, and she let loose the defining blare. The kids jumped, turned and then glared at us.
"Yeah that's right, get lost!" Lily exclaimed, she seemed to have caught their attention with something and blew the horn again. Irritated that they had to stop, they all filed out between us. A buff looking female aimed one good kick to the little girl's head and then took off.
I would have to ask Lily where (and why) she got that air-horn, but right now the little girl was on my mind. I carefully crossed the gap to the bleeding, sobbing little girl and I eased myself down near her.
"Hey, sweetheart, are you alright?" I asked in my soft voice. The little girl looked up at me terrified before she slowly started to lower her defenses she seemed to catch on that we were here to help her and she looked at me. "Come here, I'm going to take you to a place that they can get you all better." I told her, she didn't seem to register what I had said but was walking up to me and I wrapped my arms around her carefully, yet firmly, and I looked to Lily.
"Come on, I can lead us there." She said and we both headed out of the alley and out towards the clinic.
Strangely enough, the waiting room was empty and only a few people sat there with books, games and knitting needles sat there. They must be waiting.
I went to sit with the little girl, and I just held her quietly while Lily went up to talk with the nurse. Soon enough the big oak door opened and a woman wearing bright neon green scrubs walked out and smiled. The little girl looked up at her frowning.
"Hiya hun, I'll be taking you back here with me." She said holding out her hand. "I am going to make sure you get all better and nice and cozy." She said. I flashed the girl an encouraging smile and the girl seemed satisfied with my smile and she turned to the nurse.
After making sure that the bill would be mailed to my father, Lily and I soon left the clinic and went back to our shopping.
After I finished Billy-Ray looked like he was thinking.
"Alright Miles, we can keep her for the night. I'll see about tomorrow, just for now get some rest." He said, getting up walking over gave me a kiss on the forehead and then he walked off to his own room.
Carefully I weaseled out from under the girl and carefully pulled her into my arms and I headed up to bed. I was going to make sure she was comfortable then I'd finish my cookies. I laid her down in the plush pink bed, amidst my dolls and animals before I tucked her in and then sneaked back downstairs.
As I sat there at the table, dunking my cookies in my milk, I placed it in my mouth and frowned. So many questions where running through my head that I really didn't have any answers for, it unsettled me.
How had the little girl escaped the clinic, surely they hadn't just let her go half healed. Had the nurse let her go? Did something happen that they couldn't treat her? Did someone kidnap her and then lost her?
I shook my head and bit into my cookie swallowing the swollen part. I couldn't think of things at this time of night it was going on 11pm and I should be getting sleep if I wanted to be able to stay up with Lily. So I finished two cookies, downed my milk and put the others back into the jar for Jackson.
I walked back upstairs, fixed my hair for bed, brushed my teeth slid out of my slippers and I laid down beside the little girl and put my head on the pillow. I sighed softly and allowed the awaiting darkness to swallow me up into my dreams.
A bit longer than the first chapter of the previous one. It may actually appear long on FF hehe.
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