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To me,
Miley Cyrus is known as
Miley Stewart. Or Hannah Montana.
Not
"Ronnie" from the last song
"The Rebel" from her Music Video 'Cant Be Tamed'
The "Sexy" Miley from 'Party and the USA'
"Lola" from LOL
Or the "Undercover Agent" In So Undercover.
To me, She will Always be
Miley Stewart.
Abusive, Brusing, and Scarring

Chapter 9♥

I awoke in a white, non-colorful room, surrounded by people. My parents were in the room, so was Taylor, and like 3 nurses.
No one had noticed I was awake yet.
My mom had her hands in her head, My dad had his arm around her with his head down, and Taylor, she just wasnt paying much attention.
All the rooms noises faded out as one of the nurses started talking.
"Oh, Sweetie, Your awake!" said one of the female nurses.
My parents heads shot up, And so did Taylors.
"Mckenn-" My mom started
I cut her off short, not wanting to talk to her or my dad about this.
"Please leave.." I said quiet
They looked confused and concerned, I mean, They needed answers..just not from me.
They obeyed my orders and left the room.
"Taylor, What happened." I asked when Everyone was gone.
She finished typing something on her cell phone before she answered.
"He, beat you last night, and you blacked out" She said quickly.
That was not the exact answer I was looking for..
"No, I mean what happened with my parents?" I asked with more curiousity each time.
She shrugged her shoulders and said "I told them..everything. I didnt have a choice. And your mom trust me, she trusted me 4 years ago with basically your life. I had to tell her"
One thing. My dad is going to kiiiiill Noah. Good lord..This is a mess.

Sorry its been so long! ♥
Sorry this chap was boring! :)
The scars you made, are memories
I want to forget.
Abusing, Bruising, & Scarring

Chapter 8! ♥
Something WAS wrong.
I had just called 911, & I had no reason too. I mean, I did. But, I was no where near ready to talk to these people.
"Taylor. Noah is going to kill me. I know it. " I said
She was pacing. She was nervous too. The police & who ever they were bringing would be here soon to talk to me and her.
"Baby, hes not. You'll have your parents, Me, the police,and the town, all watching out for you. We wont let him touch you again. " She told me
And Right then we heard sirens. Lots & lots of them. I limped & Taylor Ran to the window. There was an ambulance, firetruck, & the police. I saw my parents walking over to Taylor's house to see what was going on. Oh lord. My parents. I stood at the door waiting for someone to knock, when 2 policemen & 2 paramedics burst in and not only knock me down, hit me in the face with door. I fell to the ground iin an instant & the policemen and medics went balistic. Jeez. They kept saying, "I am so so sorry." & "Hun, are you okay". I go kinda freaked.
I always ended up saying, "I'm fine" even though It really hurt.
"Ma'am, we issued a 911 call from this house. " Says a tall skinny policeman
"We know. & It was not a mistake. Mckenna here, got nervous. " Taylor says with gesturing her hands towards me.
Again, I look down at my even more swollen feet & My bruised legs that were now visable since I had a pair of Taylor's soffees on.
"Ms.Mckenna, would you like to sit down, & tell us why you called 9-1-1? " Said the other policeman who was rather short & pudgy.
Sit down? He's offering me a seat? Its Taylor's house. I slowly nodded at his question. Now was the time to tell him ' my story ' I wasn't that afraid, until my parents walked in. I looked at Taylor, at the police, back at my parents, & then at the floor.
"I cant. Im sorry..I cant. " I said that, & ran for the door, & ran half way down thw block, but then, I saw a figure. It was tall, muscular, & strong. It was Noah.
"I told you if you told anyone, I'd hurt you." He said angry. He took a few steps towards me & took a whiff. I guess I didnt smell like home. I had one of Taylors Tshirts & a pair of her soffees on.
"No. No..Please..dont hurt me. I dont deserve this. You already beat me once tonight, why do it again. " I said shaky and with fear. He took his fist & jammed me right in the stomach, & I fell to the hard concrete. He kicked me & then strangely, he picked me up as a baby, & rocked me. But he was just prepping up for a throw. He tossed me about a meter & I landed on my side on the cement. Yaaay. Another bruise & scrape to add to my collection.
Then, I heard whistles. Police whistles. Noah ran off when the whistles sounded. Taylor & 2 paramedics & a whole pack of policemen ran towards me. People in white and blue surrounded me with lights. Im guessing they were paramedics.
People asked questions, sirens blared, My parents were really confused, & Taylor let me lay my head on her shoulder, & with all that, I blacked out.

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Abusing, Bruising & Scarring.

Chapter 7
I walked in Taylor's family room, still with the blanket around me.
Taylor's Mom and Dads faces look horrified & shocked at the same time. Just like Taylors face was when I told her.
I slowly sat on their sofa, unsure of what to say next. Taylor finally broke the silence.
"Mom and Dad,I think you should go to bed now. It's almost 10. " She told them in a "Just leave, I need to talk to Mckenna" voice.
They left & Taylor came and sit beside my weak, 15 year old bruised body.
"Mckenna, I had to tell them. They kept asking &They had already seen your bloody nose,& I had too. Im sorry. " She told me
I looked down. I trusted Taylor, could I her parents? Were they gonna tell my parents, or worse, the police?
"How do you know they're not going to tell my parents, or the cops?" I said loud & firm
Of course, we had the weird awkward silence for a few minutes.
"Kenna, I know you dont want anyone to know, but They have to. This is only gonna get worse if Noah keeps beating you like that. Its a crime. It needs to be put away. in Jail. Forever." She said softly.
Again, a couple tears ran down my cheek, & landed on my leg.
But, When I started talking again, I just lose it. Im like a walking Waterfall. That can barely walk.
"I know, Taylor, I know. But, he'll hurt me more, If I tell. He beats me harder & longer every night. I cant deal with it. But You're the only one I can tell."
I said looking straight into her eyes. Tears were streaming off my face, uncontrolably now.

I had to tell someone.
"Taylor, Im calling the cops." I said
"Now?" She said surprised.
I looked at her, nodded, picked up the phone, & diled the numbers, Ive waiting 3months to dial: 9-1-1.
The operator answered with 2 rings.
"911 Operator. Whats your emergancy?" I heard on the other line.
I panicked. Froze. Taylor tried taking the phone from my hand to talk, but My hand was glued shut.
"Uhh..Uh..Uh..bye." & That was it. I hung up on 911. But unfortanutely that wasn't it. They were still coming. They thought something was wrong. Something IS wrong.

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Hint for next chapter: "Get away from me.No. No..Someone help me. "
Abusive, Bruising & Scarring.

Chapter 6 :) Yaay.
Falling alseep in Taylor's car was comfy. She had the heat blasting, a warm blanket over me. I had a good 15 minute sleep, until we pulled into her drive way and I awoke.
"Mckenna, Do you want me to walk you home, or do you wanna crash on our couch?" Taylor asked
"Can I just sleep in here. I really dont want my parents to see me." I said half asleep.
I closed my eyes, dozing off while waiting for an answer.
"Nooo. You'll freeze in here. & It cant be comfortable. & You gotta wash that blood off your face. Come on."
She helped me out of the car & lead me into her house. & There as we walked in, were her mom and dad. Yeah. She lived with her parents, but she wasnt married, & she was barely out of college. They took one look at me, & gasp.
"I'll explain later. " Taylor said quickly before any questions were asked.
She told me to go into the bathroom & take a wet paper towel and wash the dried blood off my face. I wet the soft towlette & wet my face. I winced at the pain. My nose had a heart beat. I think he broke it..I walked out of the bathroom, clean but fresh with bruises.
Taylor was in the family room, telling her parents my story. I mean. She had too. They already saw me.
A lone tear fell down my face, as I stood behind the corner, listening to the convorsation.

Thanks for reading! ♥ Yaaay. { PS: not notifying. }
Last Night..
My Ex boyfriend..
The Abusive one,
broke in my house, but not just in my house..through my bed room window. He beat me again, until I yelled loud enough for my Daddy to hear.
My dad came in there with a shotgun & told his sorry butt off.
I love my daddy. (: Because of him, My ex in jail now. ♥
Abusive, Brusing, & Scarring.

Chapter 5! :D
Oh No, I thought. Mrs.Moxley had seen me. Great. I'd have to confess to her. I looked up at her tan face. Curly blonde bangs fell into her eyes.
"Mckenna! What happened?" She asked while she inspected every bruise that wasnt covered by long pants and a sweatshirt.
"Its...Nothing. Can I just use your phone?" I asked & pleaded.
She stared at me concerned. After all, I was laying on the sidewalk, barely moving, with a bloody nose, with nobody with
me.
"Of course. But let me help you up first." She offered
I nodded, but It was a little bit embarassing. We were in the middle of town.
"Robert! Come here!" She called to a man, who probably was her husband.
I observed his face. It was strong, & muscular, & he had brown hair, & a faint stubble on his cheeks.
I stood up with the help of Mrs.Moxley & "Robert". & Took her phone, and called Taylor. I hoped she was not busy. Or I would end up walking home, or even worse, a Ride home with Mrs.Moxley, & "Robert" who I still didnt know who was.
The phone rang and rang, until Taylor's voice answered on the other end.
"He-hey, um Tay..Its Mckenna.." I said
"Kenna? Are you okay? "
"No..Not really. Noah, beat me & ran. He took my phone & bag and everything in his car, & I dont have ride home..& I was wondering if-"
She cut me short.
"Im on my way. Its gonna be fine, okay. "
I could feel her reasurance on the other end.
I hung up and gave the phone to Mrs.Moxley.
"Are you sure, your okay?" Mrs.Moxley asked
I considered talking to her about it before but that wasnt possible. She wouldnt understand. The 37 year old woman didnt under stand the subject she thought. She was my favorite teacher, but I was scared to tell anyone else, so I just replied with a firm, " Im fine. Really. "
My shaky legs set me on a bench across the street, as I waited for Taylor's silver 4-Runner to pull up. After about 5 minutes of pain & shivering, her car pulled up. She jumped out of the drivers side, & ran towards me. She inspected my eye & nose. After all, she was a School Nurse.
"Kenna, baby, You need to tell someone. This is only gonna get worse! "
I stared at her. She understood most things, but this she understood really good. I know I have to tell someone. But I cant.
"Can you just take me home? Its getting late." I asked.
It was heading on 9:00. Wow. He beat me for like an hour, and a half. Thats a record.
Taylor helped me into the car, & covered me in a blanket as I drifted off to sleep.
I knew Taylor was right. I had to tell someone. Maybe its the best.

Thanks for reading! ♥
Im not notifying anymore! You can follow me if you want to continue reading this story, but Im sorry. Im really busy
now a days, so..no notifys! /: Sorry!
Abusive, Bruising, & Scarring

Chapter 4
I stepped inside my house & I looked around trying to find Noah.
"Noah?" I said
I looked around, behind me, everywhere.
"Right here, baby girl." He popped out of nowhere
I was disgusted by the sound of "babygirl". He calls me that & this goes an beats me.
"Ready for a beating, Kenna?" He ask me.
I look down at my swollen Feet.
"No No-not Really." I look up at him. He face is stern & strong.
"Well then, you better get ready, cause its gonna be a goood one."
I whimper at the sound of beating. Noah pushes me out the door, & into the red SUV.
He drives about 10-15 minutes, until were in the main part of town.
He parks the car next to some apartments & drags me into an alley across the street. It was getting dark, after all it was 6:30pm.
He picked me up & tossed me on the hard dusty cement. Ive gone through this routine about a million times by now, so It's really nothing. He got some big rocks out of hip napsack & started pelting him at me. I screamed in pain.
"Please. Stop. I dont deserve this...Please" I pleaded.
He pelted me with a few more, his feet kicked me. My nose was bleeding by now, as usual. I didnt know why he was doing this. It wasnt just. After a few more kicks, he picked up his napsack & ran off. Great. I have to walk home, again..I could just call Taylor.
Then I remember my phone was in Noah's car. Thats just greaaat.
I moaned as I tried to stand. Nope. That wasnt going to work. I crawled for about half a mile, until I came across a woman, who looked vaugely familiar from a distance. As I approched her, I realized in horror, It was Mrs. Moxley. My Advanced Math Teacher. I tried to hide, but as I crawled away, the pain got worse, & I moaned.
Mrs.Moxley turned around only to notice me, but to notice I was hurt too.

Thanks for reading. ♥