Chapter 1

A/N: Flashbacks are in italics!

Miley's POV

I feel so violated, and deceived. My boyfriend. You hear about these things on lifetime, and other television shows, but you never expect them to happen to you. He raped me. He did that, Jake Ryan, the zombie slayer. Why would he do something like this. He also knows I am Hannah Montana, to make this all worse. He said if I told anyone he would tell the entire world with one click of a button, and my life would be destroyed. That night was amazing before hand. I was having a blast, until about 9:30.

"Hey Miley, you look nice tonight." Jake said, staring at my new blouse. "Didn't Hannah Montana have a shirt like that?" He asked, pulling on one of its strings.

"Yeah, it was from one of her new clothing lines." I giggled nervously. "Lets go, Jake. Bye Daddy, I'll be home later" He smiled at me from his newspaper and then looked back down.

"You two kids have fun." He lifted his newspaper higher and continued reading it. Jake took my hand and lead me out to his limo.

"A limo? For me, Jake?" I lied, I have been in a limo before, at least once a week, for my concerts.

"Just the best for my Miley." He smiled his movie star smile and the chauffer opened the door. I sat to the left of Jake as we held hands.

"Where to, Mr. Ryan?" The man tipped his hat looking at me.

"To the teens club, please." He put his arm around me.

"Sure thing Mr. Ryan." The driver rolled up the window that separated him and us.

"Have you ever been there?" He asked me. 'Yes I have Jake, but only as Hannah Montana.' I thought.

"Nope." I lied again. "What is it like there?" I tried to be inquisitive, Lily said guys like that.

"Just like what you see on T.V., only better." He winked at me. The radio turned on in the back as I layed my head on his shoulder. The song came on "If we were a movie" and I started to hum the lyrics. "Hey, you are a pretty good singer." He said, looking into my eyes.

"I kinda picked up on it when my dad sang to me when I was little." Finally, I could tell him something truthful. We arrived at the club and a few paparazzi took our pictures.

"Please, the girl is shy. No pictures." He was so protective. His fingers entwined in mine as we walked into the club. We dance, we talked and I drank a fruity beverage. He then led me into a room, which was quieter and more alone. I felt a little dizzy, maybe that drink has gone to my head. Jake pushed me onto the bed.

"Jake, what are you doing?" I looked into his eyes and behind them were anger, glazed over with hate. "No, Jake. This is wrong, lets go back to the party, please." I repeated over. His chest heavily fell on top of mine and it made me gasp, I couldn't breathe. His hand went up my skirt and ripped my lace underwear down. "Jake NO!" I screamed, struggling to break free. His hand slapped me across the face and covered my mouth. His hand pressed down on my mouth so hard I started to cry. He started to move up and down as I shook my head side to side, crying. Salty tears slid down my cheek as this nightmare continued. He began to kiss my neck as he let go of my mouth. "Jake, no." I whispered. He got up and buttoned his pants. He looked into my eyes, once more.

"You are Hannah Montana." He said. I wiped my tear stained face. 'Why would he ask a question like that after this?' I turned away.

"Just take me home." I whispered. "Please." It hurts to talk, my throat burned, from screaming.

"If you tell anyone, you know they wont believe you. If you tell anyone, I will tell EVERYONE that you are Hannah Montana." He said harshly. I slowly walked back to his limo. Thoughts rushed through my head as he sat next to me once more and put his arm around me. A chill went up my spine. 'Should I let this go? Or should I tell the whole world my real identity?'