The Outlaw

Chapter 2- The Assignment

Sorry about taking so long to update. We were literally taking theses practise tests all week for like hours and by when I got home I was exhausted and too lazy to, and I have contest coming up on Thursday I believe for band so yeah.. please forgive me and here's Chapter 2!

~ Miley's POV ~

"Ahh!"  I heard a little girl scream. "No Stop It! Please! I'm sorry!" Those words sound familiar. I looked around the area of my surroundings. Where am I? Am I dead? Is this what hell looks like?

"Shut up you annoying piece of shit!" A raspy, yet haunting voice yelled. "If you make another noise I will tell your mother how you're forcing yourself on me."

That voice. I know that voice. How can I forget that voice that haunts my worst nightmares. But why is it that this voice is making me shiver with so much anxiety?

"No please!" The little girl pleaded as I heard heavy footsteps running down the creaking, old, rotten stairs. That stair case? I looked around, there's a hole in the wall. And the walls are leaking and the roof is falling in? ...It's all too familiar!

Something caught my eye that made my heart stop. A photo frame. Not just any photo frame. That picture frame... has a picture of my father. Where am I? And why do these people have a picture of my dad? I look over to the right... the foot steps are getting louder.

"No please stop it Rob!" The little girl screeched in horror. Rob... It's him. But how? He's DEAD! He can't be alive! HE'S DEAD I SAW HIM DIE...

What am I supposed to do? Run? Hide? The girl came into sight. She seemed to be 13 and was wearing rags and her face seemed to be covered in sweat and dirt. I was standing right in front of her, but she wasn't reacting, she was just looking straight ahead as she shivered in fear. I know her... I know this little girl.

"Get back here you little mutt!" A man slurred. It was Rob.

The girl paniced and ran into the kitchen. This all seems too familiar, but for some reason my brain doesn't want to remember.

I watched as Rob ran behind her.. with that same mustache he had... oh no. I ran into the kitchen as I watched the little girl gripping tightly around a knife. "Get Away from me!" She warned and I mouthed every single word the girl said. Every single word that thirteen year old me had said... ten years ago.

Rob walked step by step over to her, he knew she wouldn't stab him. He thought I wouldn't stab him. He was right, I was too terrified to even react quickly when he yanked the knife off me and forcefully dragged me... that thirteen year old girl, was about to have her life stolen from her. And she didn't do anything about it. I didn't do anything about it.

I watch as he drags her.. me up the stairs as the little girls begs him for mercy.

I feel myself drop on the floor as I cover my ears and shut my eyes. I know what's going to happen next, and I can't bare to even have to slightest memory of this.

Why am I even here? Last I remember I was arrested... and this was ten years ago.. how did I even get here?

How....?

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I jolt up, gasping for air. It was just a dream... a horrible dream... a nightmare... a memory. I look around expecting to be in a jail cell full off roaches and rodents. Instead I'm in a more familiar area.. I'm in my room, in my castle sized mansion. It's built off downtown of Miami, no one really looks here and if they do I have an underground escape rout that leads off towards the sea where I have undercover allies prepared in case of an emergency.