The boy who Sneaks in My Bedroom Window
Chapter 73: Breaking Point

Chapter 73: Breaking Point

I flinched as he squeezed harder making pain shoot up my arm. I tried to pull my arm away quickly, but he wouldn’t let go.

"You! You f**king ruined everything!" he screamed at me, digging his fingernails into my skin. I couldn’t breathe.

"Let her go, now," Liam ordered, looking so angry that it actually scared me.

My father turned to face him, still holding me tightly. "Fuck you! She’s my daughter," he spat, pulling on my arm, making me lose my footing and stumble closer to him. I could smell the alcohol on his breath, making me feel sick. I twisted and pulled on my arm, trying to get free. He still didn’t let go so I put my hand on his chest and shoved him as hard as I could. He didn’t budge an inch. I saw his hand move and I closed my eyes knowing he was going to hit me.

His hand connected with my face, making me feel like my whole head had exploded. I fell back and crashed into the sideboard. Pain like I had never felt in my life shot up through my stomach and lower back. It was like someone had stabbed me. I clutched onto the sideboard, trying to stay on my feet as I hissed through my teeth. Jake ran over and grabbed me pulling me down onto the floor, sitting us down, leaning against the sideboard.

"Shit. Ambs, are you OK?" he asked desperately, cradling my head to his chest.

I wrapped my arms around my stomach, trying to breathe through the pain. "No," I croaked. Oh no, I was losing the baby! "Liam? Where’s Liam?" I asked, opening my eyes and looking round for him, but I could barely see anything because my eyes were filled with tears. I could hear a grunting and groaning noise. Oh God, he’s not... Please tell me he not doing that! I blinked and looked over to see Liam punching my father over and over; his face was the picture of rage. He wasn’t going to stop until he was no longer breathing. This was it. Liam was going to be taken away from me and I was losing his baby. I felt my heart breaking into a million pieces.

"Go stop him," I whispered, barely able to talk.

"No. Let him kill him," Jake growled angrily.

I shook my head. Oh God, please! "Jake, go stop him! For me, please? I need him. Tell him I’m hurt. I need him," I gasped as a wave of nausea washed over me, making me retch. "Liam?" I called desperately, but it was barely above a whisper.

Jake moved. "I’ll get him," he said quickly as he jumped up. I rolled onto my side, pulling my knees up to my chest, holding my stomach. Oh please don’t let me lose this baby! I squeezed my eyes shut against the pain; a couple of seconds later Liam stroked my cheek making it sting again.

"Angel?" he whispered, sounding so concerned it was breaking my heart all over again. How could I tell him I was losing the baby? He was so happy about it, how the hell could I say the words? I wanted to wrap my arms around him and have him hold me and make all this go away. Liam could make this OK, he could make everything OK.

I moved to get up but a fresh wave of pain hit me, making me gasp. "It hurts, Liam. Please, it hurts so much," I mumbled, looking up at this perfect face. He looked so worried about me. I was losing everything. He was going to be in jail and I would be on my own. How was I going to live without him?

"What hurts, Angel?" he asked, as he bent his head and kissed my cheek.

"My stomach." I couldn’t look at his face when he realised I was losing the baby, I didn’t want to see the hurt and devastation there. I turned my face into the carpet and sobbed. This was entirely my fault. I should have just stayed at his house like he told me to. If I was there now then baby would be safe, and Liam wouldn’t be facing jail. He had only hit my father because I was there, he wouldn’t have done that if I had just stayed. Why couldn’t I have just stayed there like he told me?

"Jake! Call an ambulance!" Liam shouted desperately. He was stroking the back of my head gently. "Shh, everything’s OK. It’s OK, Angel," he cooed. I felt his arm wrap around me, so I turned my head back towards him. He was laying next to me. How the hell is he still comforting me? This is all my fault - why is he not shouting at me?

"I’m so sorry," I said honestly. This was going ruin everything; he wouldn’t want me now that I’d killed our baby.

He bent his head and kissed my forehead. "Angel, you have nothing to be sorry for," he whispered, moving closer to me. His hand rubbed circles on my stomach, so softly that I could barely even feel it.

"This is my fault," I cried, sobbing again. He shook his head fiercely and pushed himself away from me. I felt my heart breaking. I knew it; he was going to leave me now. He got up and moved over to my father who was trying to get up off of the floor and started punching him again, shouting a string of expletives.

Jake tackled him to the floor. "Stop it! Go to Amber, now!" he ordered, looking at him angrily.

Liam nodded and ran back to me. "I’m gonna pick you up, OK?" he said softly.

I shook my head, I didn’t want to move. "No, don’t. Please don’t," I whispered. The pain was so bad that I felt sick. He looked like he was in pain too as he fussed over me, brushing my hair away from my face, kissing me gently, murmuring soothing words.