The Boy Who Sneaks Through My Bedroom Window

Part 31

I grabbed her hand. "Want some company?" I asked, praying that she wasn't going to shut me out.

"Yeah, OK." She nodded slightly and walked off without waiting for me.

I needed to speak to Jake first, make sure he wasn't going to go around there without me or anything. "I'll just be a minute. I'm just going to help Jake clear up the table," I lied, nodding at the splinters of wood scattered across the floor. She nodded and walked off quickly. I watched her walk up the hallway before turning to Jake. "Don't you dare go there on your own. I'm serious, Jake. If you want to go, then I'll come with you," I whispered to him warningly.

He frowned but nodded reluctantly. "I'm not going to go unless I need to. If he doesn't come near us then I don't want anything to do with him. If comes anywhere near her though, I'll kill him," he growled.

I nodded, I knew he would, I could tell by his face. Stephen Walker was in some deep shit, because if Jake didn't kill him, then I would if he came anywhere near my Angel. "Listen, I need to go in there and make sure she's alright. I'll speak to you about this later. Don't do anything rash, Jake," I said sternly. He nodded and I practically ran down the hallway to her. I let myself in her room; she was curled into a ball on her bed, sobbing her heart out. I hated seeing her like this; it brought back memories when I used to see her like this every night since she was eight. The sight of it now was breaking my heart.

I laid down in front of her and wrapped my arms around her tightly, throwing my leg over hers, pulling her closer to me as I rested my chin on the top of her head. If he ever touched her again I was going to kill him. I won't let her live her life afraid of a man. I didn't care if I ended up doing time for it - so long as she was safe, that was all I needed.

After about half an hour of her sobbing hysterically, her breathing became deeper. I pulled back slowly and looked down at her. She was sound asleep. Her face was red and puffy, it was stained with tears, but she still managed to look like the most beautiful girl in the world. I kissed her forehead gently and wiped her tears away, untangling myself from her as gently as I could.

I snuck out of her bedroom and found Jake sitting on the sofa; his mom was in the kitchen making dinner. I sat down next to Jake letting my eyes wander over his face. He looked so stressed; I hadn't seen him like this for a couple of years. The last time I saw him like this was when his dad got in touch about two years ago, when we were sixteen. That was about a year after we had beaten the crap out of him and kicked him out. Apparently, Stephen had wanted to see them again to make amends, or so he said anyway. Jake had freaked out, just like earlier, and in no uncertain terms told his dad that if he ever came near Amber again, that he would rip him to pieces. It was just lucky that that conversation happened over the phone; otherwise that as**ole would be rotting in some unmarked grave right now.

"Alright, Jake?" I asked, gripping his shoulder, squeezing affectionately.

He sighed and nodded. "Is she OK?" he asked quietly.

I shook my head. "No," I admitted sadly. I winced as his face turned harder; I hated to see Jake so angry. "She's asleep now though."

"You need to help me, Liam," he mumbled, closing his eyes.

"Of course," I agreed, nodding quickly. I'd do anything it took to keep my Angel safe, anything in the world.

"I don't want her on her own. One of us needs to be with her at all times. Can you stay with her while I go to work during the week?" he asked, looking at me hopefully.

I smiled a little guiltily. "I always do, Jake. Don't worry. Everything will be fine. She'll be fine." I smiled reassuringly. I would never let anything hurt her again. I'd let it go on when they were kids and I never forgave myself for that. I mean, if I'd just said something to my mom or dad, maybe it would have stopped before it got too far.