ATTENTION: THIS IS NO LONGER THE REWRITE!

I HAVE TAKEN A TEMPORARY HIATUS FROM WRITING THE REWRITE AND HAVE DECIDED TO POST THE COMPLETE ORIGINAL VERSION!

I HOPE TO BE BACK TO WRITING THE WRITE SOON, BUT AS OF THURSDAY, DECEMBER 17TH, 2009 I HAVE NO INSPIRATION FOR IT, SO PLEASE DON'T BE MAD!

AT THE POINT WHEN MY INSPIRATION RETURNS I WILL POST SEPERATE STORIES FEATURING THE REWRITE SO YOU WILL HAVE THE CHOICE OF READING EITHER, UNTIL THEN I HOPE YOU LIKE THIS!

CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

When Miley woke up late the next morning Jake was with her on her still blood stained bed, his arms wrapped securely around her, gripping just above her bandages on her wrists tightly, though not enough to hurt her, just to keep her from trying to take them off again.

"Jake?" She whispered, not sure if he was awake or not.

"I'm right here, Mi!" He murmured back, stroking her back softly when she turned in his arms so she was facing him. "How are you feeling?"

"Like I want to die!" Miley asnwered truthfully, burrying her head in his chest.

"Miley-"

"But it's not so bad when you hold me!" She added, her voice slightly muffled and tears starting to leak from her eyes and onto his his already ruined shirt.

"That good!" Jake let out a breath of relief, sitting up and bringing her with him, surveying all the blood everywhere. "Let's get you cleaned up!" he picked her up bridal style and went downstairs to his bathroom, not wanting to return to the so-called scene of the crime.

"Uh, Jake?" Miley asked softly when he started his bath at a warm temperature, adding some bubbles that under normal circumstances Miley would tease him for having.

"Yeah?" He quickly turned to where he had sat her on the tiled floor beside the hot-tub. Yes, he had a hot tub in his private bathroom.

"Um... This is kind of something I have to do alone!" She said, motioning to the rapidly filling tub.

"Oh, um...Uh...." Jake stuttered, blushing at the thought of her naked, now that her life wasn't in danger anymore he couldn't help but think about her. "Here!" He orbed the bathing suite she had worn the day they went to the beach into his hands and pushed the pieces towards her, turning away.

"Jake?!?"

"I'm sorry, Miles, but I just can't risk losing you!" He mumbled, still not turning to face her and she sighed.

"Is there any way I can do this alone?" She asked, still not taking her robe off and putting her bikini on. Instead of answering Jake bowed his head and shook it a little.

"I can go get Prue or one of the others if that would be better?" He offered quietly.

"No!" Miley denied, anger in her voice at the thought of her oldest sisters betrayal. "You can stay!" Even though Jake was turned away Miley turned as well and slid the bikini bottoms on under her bathrobe before glancing over her shoulder to make sure he wasn't looking and reluctantly removing her robe and tieing her top around her back and neck, securing it in place. "Okay, you can turn around now!"

"Um... Okay, d-do you wanna get in?" Jake asked, scratching the back of his neck nervously and looking down as he orbed his clothes away and a pair of boardshorts on, making a mental note to burn those clothes later.

"Uh, you don't have to do this as well, you know?" Miley said awkwardly as she stood up, unconsciously trying to cover as much of herself as possible. Jake just stood up as well, turned off the water and got in next to her, grabbing his light blue loofah off the side of the tub.

"Gimme your arm!" He requested after squirting some body wash onto the loofah and Miley silently held her right arm out, letting him carefully massage it as he washed it.

"I tried it a few days after it happened as well." Miley blurted out, not liking the silence and Jake didn't have to ask what she was talking about to know; she'd tried to kill herself days after Robby and Jackson were killed. "But it didn't work 'cause I didn't cut deep enough. Yesterday was my second try, I don't think the one on my left wrist was deep enough, but I think my right was, that one felt deeper."

"Why?" Jakes voice was choked as he let her right arm go and picked up her left, starting to wash it as well.

"I can't live without them, they were my whole life." Miley whispered, closing her eyes to stop more tears. "Sometimes I just don't feel anything, like I'm already dead, but when I do feel it hurts. It's my fault they're dead, if it weren't for me demons wouldn't have gone after them in the first place and they'd still be happy in Tennessee with everyone else-"

"Miley!" Jake suddenly growled, forcefully, cutting her off before she could say anything else. "Don't ever say it's your fault ever again! It wasn't! So don't say it, okay?" He pulled her into his lap and wrapped his arms around her from behind and he felt her shake her head slowly on his chest.

"But it is my fault; if I wasn't born my Mom would still be alive, they'd all still be in Crowley Corners, Daddy and Jackson would be alive and everyone would be happy!" She argued, a slight whimper in her voice.

Jake tilted her head to face him and pressed his lips softly to hers, stopping her from saying anything else she might have wanted to.

"It wasn't your fault!" He repeated when he pulled away and she nodded absently and gave her a small smile, moving her off of him and sitting her in his spot before gliding to the other side of the hot tub and taking her right leg in his hands, grabbing his loofah from the water again.

"That tickles!" Miley muttered, though not showing any signs of humour when he brushed the blue loofah over the underside of her foot.

"Tell me something!" Jake requested when they decended into silence again.

"What?"

"Anything!" Jake shrugged, slowly progressing up her leg, going much slower than he had when he washed her arms. "What's your favourite movie?"

"Hocus Pocus!" Miley answered and upon his confused look explained. "It's a movie from, like, the early nineties staring Sarah Jessica Parker and Bette Middler, they play these sisters - theres another one as well - who are evil witches and they stay young by drinking the essence of children, but they disappeared three hundred years ago or something and the only way to bring them back is if a virgin lights some candle. And these kids who just moved to Salem - where it's set - go with a friend and the boy lights the candle, bringing the witches back and then they have to stop them from killing all the kids in town, with the help of a talking cat who used to be a boy who's sister was killed and he tried to stop everyone from going near the witches house, and a zombie who used to be one of the witches ex boyfrinds."

"Cool!" Jake nodded, now passingg her knee. "You and me should watch it together sometime!"

"What's your favourite movie?" Miley asked, trying to distract herself as he got higher.

"Friday 13th!" He told her. "It's a horror movie!"

"I know! I've heard about it, but Daddy never let me watch it because he thought I would have nightmares."

"Okay, second favourite movie?" Jake gulped, movie closer so her could wash her upper thigh.

"Spiceworld! It's the Spice Girls' movie they made in, like, '97 or something about the week leading up to their live concert at Albert Hall, it's sort of a musical/comedy or something." Miley said, her breathing a little uneven, whilst he didn't even dare to breath when he was so close to her... Female parts.

"So you like the Spice Girls?" Jake let out a breath as he moved away to the other side of the hot tub to start washing her other leg.

"I did when I was younger and I still listen to their CD's and stuff!" She shrugged, letting out a small giggle when he brushed over her foot this time.

"You like that, huh?" He smirked, happy his plan to distract her had worked, gliding a couple of fingers across the sensitive underside of her foot, making her twitch and squirm in an attempt to free herself from his grasp.

"Stop it! You know that tickles!" She let out another involuntary laugh and he stopped, going back to his cleaning, the pink color the water had turned making his slightly uneasy.

"Okay, so... do you like any other girl groups?" He asked as she relaxed again.

"I like P.C.D and Shangri La!" Miley shrugged, closing her eyes a little. "And these two new groups The Beach Girls and Frank and Derol! That's Girls spelt with a five instead of S!"

"Well, I haven't heard of the others, but The Pussy Cat Dolls are pretty cool." Miley smirked when he said that.

"I'm sure you think so!" She laughed. "A group of hot girls dancing around in practically nothing is probably your dream come true!"

"You're my dream come true!" Jake countered, suddenly very close and her breath caught in her throat when she felt his warm breath on her face. Without a second thought Miley leaned forward those seperating few centimeters and kissed him on the lips, closing her eyes and wrapping her arms around his neck as his made their way to her waist almost automatically.

Surprisingly Miley made the first move and parted her lips letting her tongue trace along his bottom lip, barely asking for entrance before he granted it, letting their tongues dance together for a few minutes before they were forced apart for air.