Miley's POV:

As the bullet speed toward me, I heard Jake muttering, "No. No way in hell." He swerved the car at the exact moment the bullet made contact with the tire. I looked up at a smirking Luke. And I realized that's what he wanted. He wasn't trying to hit me...He was going for the tire. He knew Jake was gonna swerve and it would hit the tire. Damn he's smart. The car moved and began rocking, losing its balance.

"Damn smart faggot." Jake screamed while he tried to keep the car from flipping. Yah right. The car flipped to the right and landed in the ditch. My head slammed against the dash board and I saw big white dots. I shook my head gently and frantically sat up to look at Jake. To my relief, he was sitting up holding his like me. He looked at me and said,

"Do you see disco balls too?" I nodded and tried to get up. Then I felt a hand on my shoulder. A icy cool hand. I turned slowly around to see Luke smirking at me. I tried to jump up, but he caught my neck with his arm, and pulled me up to my full height. Jake slowly stood up. He opened his mouth in shock. Luke smirked.

"What? Are you surprised to see a face prettier than yours?" He asked. Jake just narrowed his eyes and said in a deadly tone that sent chills up my spine,

"Let. Her. Go." Luke just laughed and said,

"What are you gonna do? Spray Axe on me?" Jake took a cautious step forward and said again,

"Luke, Just let her go..." Luke smiled and said,

"No. You see...before it was about making her lead Oliver to his death. Now its about making him kill her." My eyes widened.

"W-what...?" I asked. Luke just smiled never taking his eyes off Jake.

"You see...I was thinking what would hurt Oliver the most. I thought his death was the best way to go, then you screamed that you would rather die than help him die. And I realized what was the golden ticket to his pain. To not only have him watch you get murdered...but to do it." I gasped silently.

"He won't do it." I replied boldly. He laughed again.

"Of course he won't. Not on purpose." I was silently praying he would tell me more so I could warn Oliver. I looked up at Luke and realized that he was studying my face. He grinned.

"That's all the information your getting my little Tennessee Iris." Luke said. Jake made a growl like sound at the back of his throat and took another step forward. Gently he grabbed my wrist. Luke snapped his eyes to Jake.

"Let her go..." Jake said.

"NO." Luke said. He roughly grabbed my wrist and pulled me back. I could tell Jake was losing his patients with Luke. He took another step forward and said,

"I'm not letting you take her Luke. Its give her up or prepare to fight." Luke smiled and said,

"If that's the way you want it." He held me out to Jake. Jake let out a sigh and tried to get me away from Luke. Right as Jake was close to saving me, Luke pushed me roughly to the side and his henchman caught me and pressed the gun to my temple. Jake snarled and Luke said,

"Say goodbye to your little love." Jake swiftly kicked him in between the legs. Luke fell to the ground. Jake blinked, and when his eyes opened back up, Luke was up and in his face. He didn't look like a human anymore. He looked like an animal. Luke punched Jake hard in the face. I screamed and the henchman smacked me with the butt of the gun.

"Shut the hell up you southern bitch." He said. I groaned and held the side of my head. I wasn't going to let Jake die. Luke punched Jake again in the face, and he grabbed Luke by the ankle and tripped him up. Luke fell to the ground and Jake kick him in the stomach.

"You're not taking her you twisted fool." he muttered. Luke coughed and again with in the flash of an eye, he was up again. He punched Jake in the head. Over and Over and Over again. Jake was slowly getting weaker. As Luke raised is hand to punch him again, I was filled with this force telling me to get the hell over there. I glanced over at the henchman. Okay Miley think...what did Jackson tell you to do if someone kidnaped you...kick in the eye...no...poke in the eye! That's right! I thought. I slowly moved my hand and the henchman turned his eyes to me. Without a second thought, I dug my fingers in his eyes. He screamed in pain and I took the gun away from him. I ran over to the fight and threw myself in between Jake and Luke. Everything seemed to stop for a moment. I grabbed Luke and held the gun to his temple. Luke looked shocked and I felt stronger than I ever had before. Jake moved cautiously toward us and I looked at Luke. He didn't seem fazed at all. Bored if anything. Before I could even think about it, Luke had the gun and held it to my head. I couldn't remember how he even got it. One minute it was in my hands, the next his. Luke turned toward Jake. His eyes showed triumph.

"One more move boy, And I'll shot her in the head. It will haunt your dreams forever..." Luke said. Jake froze. I was trying to tell Jake not to listen to him. Jake's eyes connected with mine. I was silently sending a message to him with my eyes...or trying. After a moment his eyes showed her understood. He took a step forward.

" Did you not hear what I just said?" Luke said. Jake tore our gaze and said,

"You won't kill her."

"What?" Luke asked with humor.

"You won't kill her until your jobs done. You want to torture Oliver. If you kill her now, He won't be in much pain. He probably thinks she's already dead, so it won't be a shock." Jake said. This time Luke was the one to freeze. This was all Jake needed. He lunged forward and knocked Luke out. He grabbed me and pulled me toward the road. He pulled me into Luke's car and he started the car. Slamming his foot on the petal, he watched Luke stand steadily up. I look at Luke and his eyes connect with mine. I knew I wasn't safe. No one with me was.

We had been driving at reckless speed for an hour. When we were both sure we were safe and far way from Luke, Jake pulled into a highway rest area. The first thing I did was throw myself into his arms with little sobs. He held me and I cried into his jacket. I felt wetness against my head. I knew he was crying too. I'm not sure how long we stood there. Might have been five minutes, fifty minutes, of five hours. I'm not sure. We were both so glad to have the other safe and breathing in our arms.