The Boy Who Sneaks in My Bedroom Window (42 page)

Suddenly
, Jake grabbed me from
behind and slammed me face first into the wall. What the hell is he
doing?

“
No!
I
’
m not done! Get the hell off me. Jake,
get off!
”
I shouted, trying desperately
to get him off of me so I could kill the man that made my
Angel
’
s life a misery. I shoved myself
away from the wall trying to get free.

“
Amber
’
s hurt, Liam,
”
Jake said, shoving me back against the wall
again, his arm across the back of my neck.

“
Just get off
me. Let me finish it!
”
I cried, still
struggling against his hold.

“
LIAM,
AMBER
’
S HURT!
”
Jake shouted.

Wait, what
did he say? Amber? Oh my God.

“
What? Where?
Where is she?
”
I asked desperately. I
didn
’
t see her get hurt, he slapped her
and she fell and all I could see was him. Shit! He let go of me and
I turned to look for her, she was laying on her side, curled into a
ball, her eyes squeezed shut, her jaw tight, her whole face was the
picture of pain. I felt sick as I ran to her side, bending over her
quickly.
“
Angel?
”
I whispered, bending over and stroking her red cheek where
he had slapped her.

She whimpered
and tried to move
, making a strangled
gasping noise.
“
It hurts, Liam. Please,
it hurts so much,
”
she cried, looking at
me desperately. She looked terrified; she looked so scared that I
felt like my heart would stop beating at the sight of
it.

“
What hurts,
Angel?
”
I asked, trying to sooth her as I
bent and kissed her sore cheek. I needed to get her some ice or
something then it would be alright, she
’
d
have a wicked bruise for a week or so but it
’
d be alright.

“
My
stomach,
”
she croaked, sobbing, turning
her face into the floor, crying hysterically.

Her stomach
hurts? I looked down at her stomach, s
he
was cradling it protectively. I could see blood seeping down the
leg of her jeans. My heart stopped, I couldn
’
t breathe. All I could see was the blood, all I could hear
was her sobbing and whimpering.

~ Amber ~

I heard the car pull up so I jumped up and ran to the
window. I flinched as I saw him get out of the car and stalk
angrily towards the house. I felt sick. I couldn’t let them do
this; they were going to get in so much trouble. I couldn’t bear to
lose either of them. I didn’t want Jake to get in trouble, but it
seriously would kill me if Liam was in trouble for this.

I bit my lip,
thinking. M
aybe I could just go over and
be another witness, then that way when he starts something first I
could say it was self-defence too. Another witness would definitely
help their case. Oh crap, Liam is going to kill me for this! I ran
out of his house towards mine. I could hear shouting coming from
inside and I stopped, I felt the familiar fear that I always felt
when I was a child. I couldn’t move from the spot, it was like I
was frozen. I could hear his voice, shouting, and my blood ran cold
- but that was Jake and Liam in there, they were always looking out
for me, always. I could do this for them, all I had to do was
witness him throwing the first punch.

I crept to
the door; it wasn’t shut
, just pushed
to.
“
This is all your fucking fault! You
and Amber had to open your filthy mouths and tell Johnny about what
happened. You
’
ve ruined everything for
me, everything, you worthless piece of shit. I should have fucking
pushed your mother down the stairs or something when she told me
she was pregnant with you!
”
my father
shouted angrily.

I whimpered
because of the horrible words he’d just spoken to my brother. My
father always was a nasty piece of work, but that was low even for
him.

I heard a
bang
and a groan, so I pushed open the
door, to see Liam holding Jake, trying desperately to keep Jake
away from my father who was standing up against the wall looking at
them angrily.
“
Not like this! Jake, not
like this!
”
Liam shouted, at Jake as he
thrashed in his arms.

Jake wasn’t
calming down. His face was red with anger, the only thing that
could stop him when he was like that
, was
me. He hated to see me upset or anything, he was so
overprotective.

“
Jake, calm
down!
”
I pleaded desperately.

He
stopped
moving, and Liam pushed him away,
looking at me shocked and a little scared. He moved towards me and
I saw my father move at the same time, he was so much closer to me
than Liam, and he was blocking Liam’s path. I didn’t even have time
to move away before he grabbed my wrist, squeezing hard, his face
angry and red. 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
fucking 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 ambul
ance!” 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.

“
Where’s the
freaking am
bulance?” he screamed at
Jake.

“
On its way.
What’s wrong with her?” Jake asked, kneeling at my side. I squeezed
Liam’s hand, not wanting to see them fighting about it if Jake
freaked out about the baby.

“
She’s
pregnant
, Jake,” Liam explained, kissing
my cheek.

“
P….
pregnant?” Jake stuttered. Liam nodded, looking at me
worriedly.

“
I’m gonna
make you pay for this, you little shit!” my father shouted from the
door. Jake and Liam both moved to get up but I grabbed Liam’s hand,
I didn’t want to be on my own again.

“
Get the fuck
out before I kill you myself
, and if she
loses her baby I swear to God, you’re dead,” Jake growled
venomously.

“
Jake
, please,” I whispered, not
wanting anymore trouble.

“
Baby?
She
’s pregnant? The little slut,” my
father growled.

Liam was so
angry that his whole face was red as he moved to get up again. Just
then I could hear sirens getting louder. Liam’s face snapped to
mine, he smiled weakly. “It’s alright now, Angel, helps here.
Everything’s going to be fine,” he said softly. I looked up to see
that my father had gone; Jake was standing at the door waiting for
the ambulance.

Liam was
looking at me
, his gorgeous blue eyes
tight with worry. I loved him so much, how am I going to cope when
he leaves me and go to college, and all I have left is what could
have been?

Th
e paramedic came over with
Jake. “What’s happened?” he asked Liam.

“
She’s
pregnant. Angel
, did you hit your stomach
or something?” Liam asked, holding my hand tightly. I nodded,
scared to move in case the pain got any worse, I couldn’t cope with
much more.

“
How
far
along is the pregnancy?” the
paramedic asked.

“
Five
weeks
,” Liam answered, looking at him
pleadingly.

“
OK. Well
let’s get you to the hospital; I’ll check you over in the
ambulance. Does it hurt anywhere else, Amber?” the paramedic
asked.