Ill Protect You - Sam Callahan

Chapter Five

Sams POV

"You know you like her" Matt whispered, being careful not to wake up Esme who was asleep on my chest

"Maybe I do, maybe I don't!" I chuckled, yes I liked her but if I was going to tell anyone, it wouldn't be the five blabber mouths sitting in front of me

"You're such a liar! You like like her! No, you looooove her" Thompson sang, ,easing up my hair with his hand

"Whatever" I spoke quieter at the sight of Esme stirring slightly

"What's the time?" Josh questioned

"Hmm, 10:35" I answered, doing a double take at my watch

What?! We had been sitting there for 10 hours?! Is picked Esme up bridal style and carried her to her room, the boys wolf whistling as I left them

I placed her gently on her bed, pulled the duvet over her and made my way to my room, locking the door behind me

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Esmes POV

My throat is dry, my hands are shaking and the only thing I can do is rehearse my song once more. It was Saturday night and I was fifth on the stage, Tamera, Shelley and Nicholous had already performed.

"Hannah Barrett!" Hannah was called on stage, my breathing stopped. I was next ....

"Calm down" I heard a soothing voice, recognisably Josh's.

"You'll be fine" he continued, I nodded but unable to reply

I love Josh, All of Kingsland Road. They're like older brothers, annoying older brothers

My name was called, and my VT was shown whilst I was pushed on stage. From behind the blinding lights I could see my Mum, Brandon and Sophia.

The video stopped and my music started to play, this was my cue.

"See you're calling again, I don't wanna pick up, no, oh

I've been laying in bed, probably thinking too much, oh, oh" I Sang, my nerves melting away

"Sorry I'm not sorry for the times

I don't reply; you know the reason why"

"Maybe you shouldn't come back

Maybe you shouldn't come back to me

Tired of being so sad, tired of getting so mad, baby

Stop right now, you'll only

Let me down, oh oh

Maybe you shouldn't come back

Maybe you shouldn't come back to me

Trying not to forget should be easier than this, oh, oh

All the birthdays you've missed,

I was only a kid, oh, oh

Sorry I'm not sorry for the times,

I don't reply; you know the reason why"

"Maybe you shouldn't come back

Maybe you shouldn't come back to me

Tired of being so sad, tired of getting so mad, baby

Stop right now, you only let me down, oh oh

Maybe you shouldn't come back

Maybe you shouldn't come back to me

To me"

"Sorry I'm not sorry for the times" my confidence grew, Nicole eyes were shining.

"Maybe you shouldn't come back

Maybe you shouldn't come back to me

Tired of being so sad, I'm tired of getting so mad, baby

Stop right now, you'll only let me down, oh, oh

Maybe you shouldn't come back

Maybe you shouldn't come back to me

Maybe you shouldn't come back to me" I belted out the last part, to my surprise the crowd rose, clapping.

I had a standing ovation, Nicole was beaming.

"That, was ........ Amazing. Who knew such young girl could sing that high?" Sharon laughed over the cheers

"Sung with such emotion, that is a performance suited for a finalist" Gary commented, sitting back down in his seat

"Esme! You have such a wonderful talent! I hope you get through to next week, good luck beating that performance!" Louis spoke in his thick accent, bless him

"Baby girl that was shamazeballs! You worked hard all week, and now you're here getting a standing ovation! I don't think any contestant is going to beat that! Performance of the year" Nicole

A tear escaped my eye "thank you" I squeaked out, the crowd awed

"We'll that's Miss Esme Jacobs everyone!" I smiled into the camera before making my way of the stage

I scanned the audience once more, a familiar face was sat in the crowd. His grey orbs, his stubbly chin and a nose slightly dented from when it was broken. It was my Dad, he was out. Just rows away from my family, Brandon. The boy he tortured. Tears of fright and fear pricked in my eyes