The boy who Sneaks in My Bedroom Window
Chapter 79: Confronting the Past

Chapter 79: Confronting the Past

"You lot made my f**king life a misery! You needed a good slap to keep you in line. I was disciplining you, that’s all," he spat, getting up from the sofa gripping his hands into his hair.

"Discipline? One time you punched Jake so hard in the stomach that he couldn’t eat for a days. You broke his arm, and ribs. You made us all scared to do anything in case we made you angry!" I shouted, trying to provoke him.

He rounded on me and I stood up quickly, needing to be on my feet in case I needed to run. "Jake deserved all of that! I should have f**king drowned that kid at birth!" he shouted, slamming his hand down on the coffee table, making me yelp.

"What about Johnny, Matt and Ruby? Do they need discipline too?" I asked.

He nodded. "Yeah, they all need to learn some respect. Where is Ruby anyway?" he asked, his eyes trying to bore holes into mine.

"She’s gone back to Mersey," I lied.

He made an angry growling noise and gripped hold of the coffee table, tipping it over roughly. I jerked back as it almost crashed into my feet.

Come on, Amber, you can do this!

"I want you to drop the charges against Liam, and leave town," I stated matter-of-factly.

He laughed and rolled his eyes. "Right, that’s not going to happen. I tell you what, I’ll drop the charges against that little punk, if you come and live with me," he bargained, looking me over again slowly. I cringed back, feeling sick and slightly dizzy, then I realised it was because I wasn’t breathing so I drew in a ragged breath.

"No. You’re going to drop the charges and leave town and never bother me or my family again. And when I say my family, I mean Ruby, Johnny and Matt too," I said sternly.

Oh God, this was going to work! I couldn’t help but smile; I brought my phone from my pocket and pressed send. I laughed quietly before putting my poker face back on.

He was looking at me like I had lost my mind, making it seem even funnier to me. "And why would I do that?" he asked, his voice coloured with amusement.

"Because if you don’t, I’m going to go to the police and tell them everything about what happened when we were kids. Trust me; the time you’ll spend in jail will be a lot longer than the time Liam will get. And, you’ll be in a much worse part of the jail too, where they put the rapists and paedophiles," I shrugged.

He burst out laughing. "And who’s going to believe a dirty little tramp like you? Knocked up at sixteen. I’m a respected professional. I can afford the top lawyers to rip your case to shreds, and besides, you have no proof. This happened so long ago, it’s your word against mine," he growled, stepping closer to me.

I felt the bile rise in my throat and I prayed that Jake was close. How long had it been since I sent that text?

"Actually, that’s where you’re wrong. I have your word too," I corrected, smirking at him as I pulled out my cellphone. He looked at me like I was stupid again. "Clever things phones nowadays, they have all sorts of gadgets in them; cameras, music players, calculators..... voice recorders," I chirped, raising my eyebrows at the last one.

I flicked through the menu and played back our conversation that I had just recorded on my phone. I watched his face with a satisfied smile.

"So, who’s baby is it? Or don’t you know?"

"I lost it thanks to you. Why did you hit me?"

"You f**king deserved it!"

"You hit me and made me fall and lose my baby. That’s why Liam hit you."

"That little fucker, he always was trouble."

I stopped the recording. "Heard enough, or do you want to hear what else is on here? Can you remember what you said? What you admitted to? Abuse, attempted rape," I said, grinning like an idiot. He grabbed my phone and dropped it on the floor, smashing his foot down on it, hard. I fought hard against the urge to laugh. "Oh, Daddy, that phone cost me a lot of money. Do you know how much a brand new iPhone costs nowadays?" I asked sarcastically.

He grinned, obviously thinking he had won. "You’ve got nothing now." He grabbed my wrist and pulled me closer to him.

I laughed and nodded in confirmation. "You’re right. I don’t, but my family do. I sent it to them just now. Five other people have that recording, and if you don’t take your dirty pervert hands off of me right now, that will be going to the police," I stated smugly.

He slapped me hard across the face, making me yelp as his hand crashed into my already sore skin. I held my face and looked at him; I hated him more than I had ever hated anything in my life.

"You drop the charges right now and leave town and never contact us again! Otherwise, I’ll make sure that all five of those recordings make it to the police. I’m serious, you drop the charges and leave and I’ll let it go. I just want Liam free," I instructed.

I didn’t care about anything else. We would always have the recordings; if he ever came near us again I had no problem with pressing charges and get him sent away for good. But I couldn’t do that now, Liam would still be facing jail and I couldn’t take the risk of him being found guilty and sent to jail for defending me.

My father was looking at me hatefully as he thought about it. I could tell by his angry expression that he knew there was no other option. If he didn’t want to be charged with attempted rape, child abuse and a couple of accounts of assault then he needed to go along with what I was saying.