/Amber’s pov/
"As of right now, I do not recommend that you be discharged from the hospital," he added.
The move I made with my head was unsteady. "My mother has been involved in an accident, and my brother and I need to get to the hospital immediately." I need to get out of here as quickly as possible, and he's waiting for me in the car when I get there. All you have to do now is show me where to sign." I gave him a friendly nod in the direction of the clipboard he was holding in his hand.
I took the documents from him, and he groaned and traced the bottom of the page with his index finger. During the signing process, he said that the form was "essentially a disclaimer, saying that I have suggested that you stay in the hospital and that you are departing against my recommendations." As I signed my name in the three locations he indicated on the document, he explained that As I reached for my bag, I nodded and handed it back to him as I reached for it.
"You need to take some time to relax, Amber," the doctor says. If you notice that you are becoming dizzy or weak, you should return to your room. You must immediately return to the clinic if you begin to bleed abundantly or feel any substantial pains that are more severe than regular period cramps " As he glanced at me, his eyes were filled with anxiety.
I agreed with a nod of my head. "I'll take care of it. I had to leave, and as I approached the front door, I said, "Thank you for looking after me." "Thank you very much." I didn't even care to glance back; I dashed over to the taxi station as soon as I could and leapt into the first available cab, giving the driver my father's address in the process.
I took out my phone and checked the battery before adding Jake, Mike, Josh, Abigail, and my mother's phone numbers to a new family group.
I'd written Jake a message, and I was prepared to deliver it as soon as I arrived at the location. Driving from the police station to my father's house would take around fifteen minutes, which would give me enough time to persuade my father to drop the charges and for Jake to come before anything happened. At the very least, that's what I thought would happen.
Because I was so terrified, as soon as the cab came up to his house, my hands began to shake violently. "Are you all right there, sweetheart?" the driver inquired, his eyes wide with concern, as he approached the vehicle.
"I'm fine, thank you very much." As I handed him the money, I said "thank you" in hushed tones and took several long breaths to try to relax.
As I slammed the cab door shut and began typing the message I had prepared ahead of time, I realized I was at Dad's house. Jake was immediately alerted to the existence of the communication. Please come as soon as possible to pick me up from the station. PLEASE DO ANSWER MY PHONE CALL.
The moment I knocked on the door and waited for him to open it, my breath became trapped in my throat. After being knocked on, the door opened almost immediately and was virtually unlocked. He stood there, the guy who had been responsible for my child's death and who is now defending my partner against allegations of gross domestic violence. His expression was a total and utter disaster. According to Mike, he performed exceptionally well.
It was nighttime, and he had two horrible black eyes that shined brightly in the darkness, and his nose was bandaged and swollen, and he had red and sore-looking marks on nearly every inch of his face. Despite the fact that I knew I shouldn't be, I couldn't help but be pleased with Mike. My boy, on the other hand, was a badass, and I couldn't stop myself from being jealous of him.
He had a wry grin on his face the entire time. "I'd like you to come in, Amber," "How are you doing?" he said in a courteous manner.
Is he making a joke about me? How are things going for me these days?
I simply walked past him without responding to his question. "Cut through the fluff and get to the heart of this issue at hand! In order to have Mike's charges dismissed, are there any specific details that you are looking for?" I inquired, attempting to keep my dread from coming through in my tone of voice.
My complaints were ignored and, despite my protests, he turned and walked into the living room, clearly expecting me to follow. I switched the latch on the door open as soon as he was out of sight, making it so Jake simply had to push it open to get it open by himself. After that, I followed him into the living room with him.
Allow this to continue to work as it now does.
His seat on the sofa was vacant, so he tapped the empty spot next to him, saying, "Please take a seat." "Thank you very much." So I walked over to him and sat down, rotating in my seat so that I was facing him and ready to bolt if the situation demanded it. Keeping him happy was important to me, but I also realized I needed to be close to him.
"Can you tell me who this child is?" The question was asked with a sneer on his face: "Do you know, or do you not know?"
Because he was talking about my child, I could feel my rage and misery rising to the surface and threatening to burst forth. "I was able to lose it because of you. "Would you mind telling me why you hit me? "" My eyes welled up with tears as I asked the question.
In the event that I uttered anything idiotic, he laughed and shook his head as though I had said something silly. "You f**king earned it," he screamed fiercely at the end.
"Because of your slamming into me and knocking me to the ground, I lost consciousness and lost my baby. "That's why Mike smacked you," I said plainly, as if nothing had happened.
A low growl could be heard from behind him as his hands were fist-clenched. "That little fucker, he was always causing trouble." "That little fucker," he exclaimed.
I took a deep breath and gently exhaled it out. What a complete and utter waste of time and energy." It was all up to you. When I got home, I was furious. "You came to our house looking for a fight, looking for something like this to happen," I remarked angrily.
The evil grin on his lips appeared as he bowed his head. In order to keep your f**king brother out of trouble, I planned to use that little punk next door as a deterrent. "Yeah, I was trying to get your f**king brother into some trouble," I said after a pause. In the past, Jake would constantly get in my way, even when you were children. He was always getting into trouble." With a shake of his head, he showed his displeasure.
"In the olden days, when you used to beat me up, Jake would intervene. In the course of your rape attempt, he intervened and asked, "Does it appear to be what you're referring to?" I wanted to know more, so I questioned. I beg you, God, to please provide a solution to the query!
He looked at me with a sneer down his snout. “Rape? Because it is not rape, there is no need to be alarmed. Because you are my daughter, you owe me for all of the rubbish you have had to put up with over the years. The fact that you were f**king ripe for the picking was due to the fact that you were f**king ripe for the picking" He said this as he meticulously examined me and made my skin crawl, crawl, crawl, all over his body.
My phone had been tucked into my pocket, and my palm had been wrapped tightly around it. You have beaten your wife and two children for years, sexually abused your daughter, and attempted to rape me. Is it acceptable for you to get away with it?" My voice was breaking as I asked the question.
"You f**king cretins have turned my life into a living hell!" The only thing that could have kept you in line would have been a hefty slap on the wrist. "I was simply disciplining you," he spat as he lifted himself from the sofa, his fists grasping his hair in defiance as he pushed himself off the sofa.
“Discipline? You once smacked Jake in the stomach so hard that he couldn't eat for several days thereafter. You fractured both his arm and ribs as a result of your actions. You've made us all fear that if we do anything wrong, we'll provoke your wrath!" 'I screamed in an attempt to get his attention,' I said.
The moment he came around the corner, I leapt to my feet, knowing that I needed to be prepared in case I needed to go." Every bad thing that happened to Jake was all his fault! He smashed his fist down on the coffee table, forcing me to scream in response to his actions. It occurred to him that "I should have f**ked drowned that baby from the moment of his conception!"
"What about Josh, Stanley, and Abigail?" "Do they, too, require some form of discipline?" I wanted to know more, so I questioned.
I'm sure they all need to learn a little bit of respect from him, as he nodded and grinned." He inquired, his eyes attempting to bore holes into mine. "Can you tell me where Abigail is?" "Can you tell me where Abigail is?"
The reality is that I misled you by telling you that she had returned to Mersey when she had not.
When he realized I was there, he let out an enraged howl and snatched the coffee table, almost knocking it to the ground. Suddenly, it came perilously close to hitting with my feet, and I sprung out of the way.
Come on, Amber, you're more than capable of handling this situation!
To Stanley, I delivered a stern command: "I want you to retract the charges against Mike and get out of town."
At the same time, he laughed and rolled his eyes at the same time. "Believe me when I say that is not going to occur." "I'll tell you what, if you come and live with me, I'll dismiss the accusations against that little punk," he said, cautiously scrutinizing me once more. "I'll tell you what, if you come and live with me, I'll dismiss the accusations against that little punk." I recoiled, feeling queasy and dizzy, but then realized it was because I wasn't breathing, so I took a long, ragged breath and slowly expelled it out the other side.
“No. You must promise me that you will drop the charges and leave town, and that you will not come into contact with me, my family, or anybody else in the future. Furthermore, when I refer to my family, I am referring to Abigail, Josh, and Stanley as well "I stated my position firmly.