Mine (Brad Simpson) {IN EDITING}

Chapter 14

ALLIS POV

"What?" I whisper, Rachel's words going in one ear and out the other. This explains why she looks and acts so much like my mother.

"When you were younger, when your mother was killed for cheating... she didn't really cheat. She pretended to cheat on your father with my husband, hoping that he would kill her. She wanted to die for so long, but your father knew that so he wouldn't leave her by herself or let her near anything dangerous. So she had no choice, and Allan agreed to help. But... we didn't know that your father would come after Allan aswell, we should've... we should've known. He murdered Allan and your mother knew he would come after her aswell, so she wasn't surprised. I agreed to take you in when you were old enough." Rachel explains, tears pouring from her eyes aswell as mine.

"I'm going to leave you guys for a bit... call us when you're ready." the doctor's say, walking from the room.

I feel Brad's hand rubbing up and down my back, and I close my eyes to try and make sense of the mess being dumped before me. I grasp Brad's hand, squeezing it tightly. I need him now.

"I... why didn't you come and... why did you leave me with him? If you knew, why did you do it?" I ask, more upset then angry. I can't be angry at Rachel, she's been so kind these past couple of days.

"I couldn't go there, Alli. I wanted to, I did, but I couldn't go there without being killed. It took everything I had to not come and rescue you, but if I did that you wouldn't have anyone to save you. I would have been killed and you would have no one. I'm sorry." I know what Rachel says is true, but I am just so surprised that she was... my mother's sister.

"It's okay." I sigh, squeezing Brad's hand, checking he is still there.

"I'm here, babe." He whispers quietly enough so only I can here, reading my mind. I let out a breath, letting him know I am thankful.

"Really? You're forgiving me?" She says, surprised.

"Of course. I love you, Rachel." I say, smiling at her and she leans in and hugs me tightly. I only let go of Brad's hand for a millisecond, grasping it again when Rachel returns to her seat.

"Well that's one phone call I'm glad I don't have to make." Amy laughs and I have a heart attack.

The phone call. My father heard Rachel's voice and he knows where we are. He's going to come here, I know it.

I gasp and cover my mouth as the tears begin pouring down my face, faster than ever before.

"Alli, baby, what's wrong?" Brad asks, fear filling his voice as he tries to wipe the tears from my face, only to be replaced by fresh ones.

"My father, he heard Rachel's voice. He knows where we are, and he's going to come and get us. He's going to come here and he's going to get me and take me back there and hurt me. He's going to hurt me, he's going to kill me, Brad." The words tumble out of my mouth quickly, and I am in hysterics. The tears pour faster then my words, as I begin to phase into a panic attack.

"Shh, shhh, you're going to be fine. I won't let him get to you." Brad assures me, trying to comfort me with a hug but I refuse.

"No, you don't understand, he'll kill you too." I sob and Brad forces me into a hug, muffling my cries with his chest.

"Remember what I said before, about always protecting you?" He says and I nod into his chest, dampening his shirt even more.

"I won't let him hurt you, I promise." He says, but he doesn't know what my father is capable of.

"You don't know him." I cry, not calming down. "He killed my mother right in front me, he's crazy. I won't be able to sleep at night knowing he knows where I am."

Brad strokes my hair, but I still can't calm down.

"You can all stay at my house until we know he won't be coming back." Brad says.

"But how will we know he won't be coming back? He knows where we are, he's going to surprise us when we least expect it." Amy says and I begin to cry even more, knowing she is right.

"We'll set up a trap." Rachel says and I put my crying to a halt for a second to hear her out.

"A trap?" Brad asks, confused.

"Yes. One of us can 'accidentally'," she uses air quotes, "calls him, and then pretends to have a conversation with one of the others about our plans for staying in that night. Then, he comes along and one of you two are there. When he grabs you and threatens you, we call the police and they come and arrest him. Done, dad gone." Rachel smiles at her idea, and it seems like a good plan. My father in jail would put me at ease for good, and I would be happy to put him there.

"I'll be the one that stays there." I speak up and Brad tenses next to me.

"No, you won't." He says.

"I want to be the one that gets rid of him forever, Brad. I want him to know how much he ruined me, and I want him to pay for it. I don't expect you to understand." I mutter the last sentence but he still hears me.

"No, I understand completely. But you aren't doing it if I'm not there." He says and I am confused. He can't be there when this happens? "I want to be there in case something goes wrong, hiding in the cupboard or something."

"No, I won't have you risking your life for me." I refuse to let him do this for me, as much as it flatters me.

"Well I don't care what you think, I'm doing it anyway." He says. "I wouldn't be a very good boyfriend if I didn't, would I?" he emphasises the word boyfriend and my heart flutters as Rachel and Amy gasp behind me. "Oh, like you didn't know." Brad says and they laugh.

"Okay, you can help." I say, kissing his smiling face.

"When you bring her home tomorrow, we will discuss our plan. In the meantime, I am going to sign that sheet and leave you two be. Have fun." Rachel says and give her a thankyou smile as her and Amy exit the room for the night.

"So, it's just you and I." Brad says, beaming like a little boy on Christmas Day.

"You and I." I smile.

There is no one else in the world I would rather be with.