The boy who Sneaks i Chapter 78: Confronting the Monster

Chapter 78: Confronting the Monster

She looked at

a little shocked before she nodded. "I’ll go find a doctor," she muttered, heading towards the door.

"Tell him to bring the forms with him, I don’t have ti to wait," I requested, biting my lip. I was anxious to get this done; I needed Liam out of trouble, now. I finished getting dressed and packing up my stuff and sat on the bed, impatiently watching the second hand on the clock tick round. Finally, after what felt like forever but was probably about three minutes, a doctor ca in looking at

sternly.

I shook my head. "My mom’s had an accident; I need to get there with my brother. He’s waiting in the car for , I need to go now. Just show

where to sign." I nodded towards the clipboard in his hand.

He sighed and passed

the form pointing at the bottom. "This is basically a waiver, saying that I’ve recomnded you stay in the hospital and you’re leaving against my orders," he explained as I signed my na in the three places he pointed. I nodded and passed it back to him, grabbing my bag. "You need to take it easy, Amber. If you start to feel dizzy or weak, then co back in. If you start to bleed heavy or get any strong pains, stronger than normal nstrual cramps, then you need to co back imdiately," he instructed, looking at

worriedly.

I nodded in confirmation. "I will. I need to go. Thanks for looking after ," I replied, already making my way to the door. I didn’t stop to look back; I walked as fast as I could over to the taxi rank and jumped in the first available cab, giving them my father’s address.

I grabbed my phone and checked the battery, setting up a new family group with Jake, Liam, Johnny, Ruby, and my mom’s numbers in it.

I typed a ssage to Jake, ready to send it when I got there. I guessed it was about fifteen minutes of fast driving from the police station to my father’s house - that would be plenty long enough to get my father to drop the charges and for Jake to get there before anything happened. At least, I hoped it was.

When the cab pulled up outside his house I was so nervous that my hands were shaking. "You OK there, sweetheart?" the driver asked, looking at

concerned.

"Yeah, I’m fine. Thanks," I mumbled, handing him the money, taking deep breaths to try and calm down.

I shut the door of the cab and sent Jake the ssage that I had pre-typed:

’I’m at Dad’s. Please co and get , right now. DON’T CALL

BACK. Amber x’

I knocked on the door and held my breath, waiting for him to answer. The door opened almost imdiately. There he stood, the man that made

lose my baby, the man that’s making my boyfriend stand against charges of GBH. His face was a ss. He was right; Liam certainly did a good job. His nose was strapped and swollen, almost every inch of his face was red and sore looking, and he had two wicked black eyes. I couldn’t help but be a little proud of Liam, I knew I shouldn’t be, but my boy was a badass.

He smiled. "Amber, co on in. How are you?" he asked politely.

Is he kidding ? How am I?

I walked past him and ignored his question. "Let’s dispense with the pleasantries. What is it that you want so that you’ll you drop the charges against Liam?" I asked, willing my voice not to betray how terrified I was.

He grinned and turned and walked into the lounge, obviously expecting

to follow. As soon as he was out of sight, I flicked the latch on the door so all Jake had to do was push it open. Then I followed him into the lounge.

Please let this work, please.

"Have a seat," he instructed, sitting on the sofa and patting the space next to him. I knew I needed to stay on his good side, I also knew I needed to stay as close to him as I could, so I made my way over and sat down, turning in the seat to face him and getting ready to run if I needed to.

"So, who’s baby is it? Or don’t you know?" he asked, sneering at .

I could feel my anger and grief threatening to spill over because he was talking about my baby. "I lost it thanks to you. Why did you hit ?" I asked, trying not to cry.

He laughed, shaking his head as if I had said sothing stupid. "You f**king deserved it," he said angrily.

"You hit

and made

fall and lose my baby. That’s why Liam hit you," I replied, matter-of-factly.

"That little fucker, he always was trouble," he growled, his hands clenching into fists.

I gulped. Oh God, this wasn’t working! "It was your fault. You ca around to our house wanting a fight, you wanted this to happen," I goaded.

He nodded; a sly smile crept on to his face. "Yeah, I was hoping to get your f**king brother in trouble, but that little punk from next door stopped him. Jake always was trouble, even when you were kids he used to get in my way," he barked, shaking his head annoyed.

"Jake used to stop you beating . He stopped you trying to rape . Is that what you’re talking about?" I asked. Oh God, please answer the question!

He looked at

angrily. "Rape? Screw that, it’s not rape. You’re my daughter; you owed

for all the shit I had to put up with. You were f**king ripe for the picking," he stated, looking

over slowly, making my skin crawl.

My hand tightened around my cellphone in my pocket. "You think you can beat the crap out of your wife and two children for years, sexually abuse your own daughter and try to rape , and that’s OK?" I asked, my voice breaking.