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Miley's POV

The Saturday sunlight couldn't even cheer me up. It was around noon when I woke up, according to the clock on my nightstand. I walked past my mirror, but backtracked to fully take in my appearance. I was starting to get dark circles under my eyes. It was probably from my horrible life.

I frowned at myself and went to shower. I took a quick one. I didn't want to stay at my house with my father there. I wasn't sure where I would go. I'd probably stop at Grace's house since her parents aren't usually there.

I put on a strapless floral sundress and black sandals with a bit of a heel. I wanted my parents to think I was going somewhere scandalous, somewhere I wasn't supposed to be. I wanted their minds to race about what I was doing.

I was mad at my mother for letting my father just saunter back into her life. I definitely wasn't letting him back into mine. If he wanted my forgiveness, he'd have to work for it. But one thing he'd never get from me again... is love.

I filled my beach bag with a bathing suit (Grace has a pool), about ten pairs of underwear, five bras, makeup, two pairs of jeans, and three shirts. I'd probably be back here on Monday. If I wasn't, I wanted to be prepared.

I was putting concealer under my eyes when I heard a knock on my window. When I looked, no one was there. A small pebble hit my window, so I opened it and looked down. Kendall was smiling up at me and holding a bouquet.

"Hey, gorgeous! Come spend the day with me." He looked happier than usual.

"Kendall, you know I can't." I stepped out onto the roof and took a seat on the edge.

"Beth is out of town. Why not?" he shrugged.

I contemplated for a second. If this got back to Beth, she'd make my life even worse. But, could it really get worse than this? I'd take any chance to be with Kendall.

"I'll be out in a minute." I smiled to myself as I climbed back into my room and shut the window.

I threw my concealer into my purse and hurriedly rushed downstairs. I was hoping to escape without being detected by my parents, but they were in the kitchen. My mother was feeding my father a piece of a waffle on her fork.

"Seriously? Both of you need to get a life." I scoffed as I walked by.

"Where are you going?" Mom asked.

"Nowhere that concerns you." My hand was about to turn the knob, but my father's booming voice made me stop.

"Miley Evans, you'd better not talk to your mother like that!" he yelled, storming to the front door.

"Oh and who are you again? If you haven't noticed, you're not my father anymore so I don't have to listen to you." I crossed my arms, anger filling my body.

"What has gotten into you?" he grabbed my shoulders and shook me.

I screamed at the top of my lungs. My mother came racing and tried to pull him off of me.

"Stop!" she yelled. I kept screaming.

My father pushed me and I stumbled into the couch, falling back and hitting my head on the top. Mom wasn't strong enough to contain him. He turned around and pushed her as well. She flew into the wall behind her. The frames on the wall fell on her head. Glass shattered as it the floor.

My vision was blurry from my tears. I could make out my father approaching me. I held my hands over my face, waiting for the blow.

"You disrespectful brat!" he yelled.