The Boy Who Sneaks Through My Bedroom Window

Part 48

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.

"You're just like your f**king brother," he shouted venomously, as he shook me by the arm.

I smiled. "I'll take that as a compliment. Jake's the best brother in the world."

"You little bitch," he hissed.

I yanked my arm out of his grasp. "Call them now, drop the charges and I want to speak to them after to make sure it's done," I ordered. Oh my God, it's working! It was really going to work.

I heard a car screech up outside and seconds later Jake burst through the door. He looked murderously angry as he bounded towards us with his fists clenched.

"Jake, everything's fine. We were just talking. He's decided to drop the charges and leave town. Right, Stephen?" I explained, sneering on his name. Jake looked at me, shock clear across his face. He grabbed my arm and pulled me behind him, as he glared at my father. Wow, if looks could kill! I gripped his arm, squeezing gently to get his attention. "Everything's fine, Jake, just calm down. I've sorted everything," I stated, fighting the urge to just let him kill him, but I couldn't let Jake get into trouble too.

"Sorted everything?" he asked, his eyes not leaving my father's face who actually looked scared of Jake right now. To be honest, I wasn't surprised he was scared. Jake could be damn scary when he wanted to be.

"Call them and drop the charges," I ordered. My father sneered at us both and turned to grab his phone.

While his back was turned, Jake looked at me. "What's happened? What the hell are you doing here?" he asked quickly.

I smiled. "Check your phone."

He frowned at me, and pulled out his cellphone. "One voice message," he read, opening it and playing it. I watched his face as he listened to it; it went from anger, to shock, to happiness. He looked at me proudly and slipped his phone back in his pocket, wrapping his arm around my shoulders, holding me tightly to his side.

I started to feel a little weak on my feet, I needed to sit down and rest. All I wanted to do was go back to sleep. "Jake, stay calm and finish this, OK? He's going to leave town. I sent that message to Mom, Liam, Johnny and Ruby too, so you just need to make sure he does what he says. I just need Liam free," I said, as I sat down in the armchair behind him.

"You alright?" he asked, concern colouring his voice.

I nodded, smiling. "I'm totally fine. I just need to sit down. You can take it from here, just stay calm," I replied, feeling my body relax knowing that I didn't have to talk to him again. Jake would sort everything out, he always did.

I watched as my father called the police and dropped the charges. Jake called them from his phone and they confirmed that the charges had been dropped and that no further action would be taken against Liam. He was hovering protectively in front of me the whole time, staying in-between my father and me. He really was the best brother anyone ever had.

After about ten minutes, Jake turned to me. "We're ready to go, Ambs." He took my hand and pulled me up from the sofa. He pushed me towards the door in front of him, his eyes not leaving my father the whole time. "You better not come back, old man. Next time I see you, either I'll kill you or we'll be headed to the police station to press charges, all of us. I'm not sure which option I prefer, personally, I'd love to stand there and watch you burn," he stated, with a small smile, as if he was imagining it. He wasn't joking, I had no doubt in my mind that Jake would kill him, and if Jake didn't, I was pretty sure that Liam would. "Leave town today!" Jake growled as he slammed the door, pushing me towards his car. He made sure I was in before heading around to his side and speeding off down the road without saying a word.