The boy who Sneaks in My Bedroom Window
Chapter 77: Desperate Measures

Chapter 77: Desperate Measures

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

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

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

He sighed. "You want me to drop the charges?"

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

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

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

"Please drop the charges. You know you hit me first, please?" I begged, feeling the bile rise in my throat, he liked holding this over my head I could tell.

"Come 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 some road somewhere.

"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 crime.

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 came, otherwise he wouldn’t want to leave me 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 me 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 same time.

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 me 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 me, Jake," I requested, nodding towards the door.

He hugged me 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 me and I’ll come and get you and take you home," 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 came in within a minute. "Hi, how are you feeling today? You need some 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 home 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 me.

"Look, I appreciate your concern, but I’m leaving this hospital right now. You can’t keep me 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 me off; I didn’t have time for this.

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