The boy who Sneaks i Chapter 77: Desperate Measures

Chapter 77: Desperate asures

"Jake, look I’m due out of here this afternoon, so can you bring

so clothes ready for that?" I asked, trying to stay calm.

"Yeah, I’ll be there in like twenty minutes," he agreed. I could hear him crashing around in the background, probably throwing all of my stuff in a bag or sothing.

"Thanks." I snapped my phone shut, pressing it against my forehead, thinking. Was there any other way? I just couldn’t see another option.

My hands were shaking, I was scared as hell, but I dialled my father’s house number. It rang for a long ti. Just as I was about to give up, he answered. His voice was thick with sleep; it sent a shiver down my spine. I squeezed my eyes shut. "Hello?" He sohow managed to sound terrifying with one word.

"It’s Amber," I said, swallowing the lump in my throat.

He laughed. "And what can I do for you, Amber?"

"I want you to drop the charges against Liam," I answered, trying to sound confident.

He laughed again. "I’m not dropping the charges, that f**ker broke my nose! You should see what he did to my face," he shouted, making

flinch. How is it that he still scared the life out of , and he was only on the phone?

"Please, please don’t do this, please?" I begged, trying not to cry.

He sighed. "You want

to drop the charges?"

"Yes," I answered, wiping the tears off of my face.

"Co to my house and we’ll talk about it," he stated, sounding amused.

Go to his house? Oh my God, is he kidding ?

"Please drop the charges. You know you hit

first, please?" I begged, feeling the bile rise in my throat, he liked holding this over my head I could tell.

"Co to my house and we’ll talk about it," he repeated.

I looked up at the clock; Jake would be here in about ten minutes. "Can I bring Jake?" I asked, knowing that was the stupidest question I’d ever asked in my life. Why on earth would I be allowed to take Jake? If he was anywhere near him then we wouldn’t need to worry about charges, because he would be buried by the side of so road sowhere.

"No. Leave that f**ker out of it!" he growled.

Oh God, can I do this? Can I really go there and talk to him? Was I strong enough? I knew the answer to that question. I would do anything for Liam, even if I had to kill my father myself to stop him pressing charges. No victim, no cri.

I swallowed my fear. "OK, I’ll be there within the hour," I said quietly as I snapped my phone shut, trying desperately not to have a panic attack. I needed to be strong now.

I laid back down in the bed and tried to calm myself. I couldn’t be too freaked out when Jake ca, otherwise he wouldn’t want to leave

on my own. I laid there, counting the foam tiles on the ceiling, trying not to think about anything else. I got to 867 before Jake ran into the room. He looked really tired and stressed. I would bet my bottom dollar that he didn’t sleep too well last night. He pulled

into a hug gently and I tried not to wince as it hurt my stomach and hips.

"Shit, Ambs, this is bad." He shook his head, looking both angry and worried at the sa ti.

I nodded; I needed to get him out of here quickly. "Jake, I need you to go to the police station and see if there’s anything you can do for Liam. I’m not going to be released from here until this afternoon, so I can’t go," I instructed, squeezing his hand.

He nodded, looking concerned. "You sure you don’t need

to stay with you for a bit? Are you alright?"

I nodded and smiled weakly. "I just need Liam to be OK. So if you could do that for , Jake," I requested, nodding towards the door.

He hugged

again. "OK. I’ll call you if I hear anything." He kissed the top of my head and put a bag of my clothes onto the floor next to my bed. "If they let you out, call

and I’ll co and get you and take you ho," he said sternly.

I nodded and pulled him into another hug so I wouldn’t have to lie to his face. "OK. Please go see if you can do anything," I pleaded.

"Right. See you in a bit." He smiled reassuringly before turning and running from the room.

I gave him a minute to leave before I pressed the call button on the wall. A nurse ca in within a minute. "Hi, how are you feeling today? You need so more painkillers?" she asked, smiling kindly.

I shook my head. "No, I want to discharge myself. My brother’s gone to get the car. My mom’s had an accident. I need to go," I lied, swinging my legs off of the bed.

"Amber, you can’t just leave, you had surgery yesterday," she scolded.

"The doctor said I could go ho this afternoon. It’s only a few hours early," I countered, grabbing the bag that Jake brought and starting to pull on my clothes, wincing slightly as I moved.

"Amber, you shouldn’t be out of your bed yet! Even when you get released this afternoon it will still be for bed rest for a couple of days," she explained, frowning at .

"Look, I appreciate your concern, but I’m leaving this hospital right now. You can’t keep

here against my will. I know my rights. I can discharge myself early as long as I sign a form to say I’m leaving against doctor’s orders so that I can’t sue you later," I said sternly. She was starting to piss

off; I didn’t have ti for this.