Chapter 68: Chapter 68

/Mike’s pov/

“What? "Can you tell me where she is?" "Can you tell me where she is?" Because I was desperate, I inquired.

His face was the only thing I could see when he smacked her in the face, and I couldn't tell whether she was hurt or not. Shit! Almost as soon as he let go of my hand, I looked around for her. Lie on her side, curled into a ball, her eyes squeezed shut, her jaw clenched, and her entire face was a picture of agony, she looked like she was about to pass out. I was sick to my stomach as I dashed to her side, bending over her in a hurry. "Angel?" I asked as I bent over and stroked her red cheek, which had been slapped by him. "I whispered," I said as I bent over and stroked her red cheek.

As she struggled to get to her feet, she could be heard making a strangled gasping sound. "I'm sorry, Mike, but I'm sorry, but it hurts." As she looked at me, her eyes were wide with desperation as she pleaded, "Please, it hurts so much," she said. She looked so terrified that I thought my heart would stop beating when I looked at her.

"Can you tell me what hurts, Angel?" "Can you tell me what hurts, Angel?" With my knees bent and my lips pressed against her sore cheek, I asked in an attempt to calm her down. Simply bringing her some ice or something similar would have resolved the situation completely. A nasty bruise would appear for about a week or so, but otherwise she would be perfectly healthy.

"my stomach," she cried out hysterically, sobbing and crying as she sank her face into the floor and cried out once more.

Is she experiencing stomach discomfort? When I looked down at her stomach, she was cradling it with her hands, as if she was trying to protect it from something. Her jeans were dripping blood down the leg, and I knew it had to be hers because the blood was running down her leg. It felt like my heart had stopped beating and I was struggling to breathe. When I looked down, all I could see and hear was her sobbing and whimpering as blood splattered across the floor in front of me.

/Amber’s pov/

My feet jumped to their feet as soon as I heard the car pull up and dashed to the window. I flinched when I saw him get out of the car and start stalking angrily towards the house. I was feeling a little under the weather. The fact was that they were going to get themselves into a lot of trouble if I let them get away with it. Not being able to bear the thought of losing either of them was unbearable for me. Mike was doing something wrong, and while I didn't want Jake to get into trouble, I couldn't stand the thought of him getting into trouble for what he was doing.

I chewed the inside of my lower lip, thinking. If I walk over and act as a second witness, I could claim that I was acting in self-defence as well if he starts doing something first. They would undoubtedly benefit from the presence of another witness in their case. Oh my God, Mike is going to kill me as a result of what I've done. I dashed out of his house and into mine in record time.

When I heard screaming coming from within, I came to a complete stop, and I felt the familiar fear that I had felt since I was a small child. Nothing could move me from where I was; it was as if I had been frozen in place for an extended period of time. In the distance, his screams could be heard, and my blood ran cold - but it was Jake and Mike in there, and they were always on the lookout for me, and they were there for me at all times. It was only after I witnessed him throw the first punch that I was able to step in and help them out of their predicament.

It was a slink up to the door, which had not even been closed, just pushed shut. This is completely and completely your f**king fault! Because of what happened, it was necessary for both of you and Amber to open your filthy mouths and tell Josh what had happened. All of my future plans have been shattered as a result of your actions, you worthless piece of shit. "I should have f**king pushed your mother down the stairs or something when she told me she was pregnant with you!" my father exclaimed angrily.

Because of the horrible words he'd just said to my brother, I stood in shock, and I felt humiliated. This occurred to my father at a time when he was at his lowest point in his life, even by his own standards.

The bang and groan woke me up, and I pushed open the door to find Mike clutching Jake, desperately attempting to keep Jake away from him. My father was standing up against the wall, looking at them angrily when I heard the bang and groan. "This is not the way things should be done! Jake, this is not the way things should be going!" Yelled at Jake from behind him, Jake was thrashing in Mike's arms. Mike tried to calm him down.

Jake didn't appear to be able to control his emotions. In that moment, his face was flushed with rage, and the only thing that could bring him to a complete stop was my presence in the room. He despised it when I was upset or upset about anything; he was overprotective in this regard.

"Jake, take it easy!" I pleaded with all of my might to be heard.

With his eyes wide with surprise and just a hint of fear in his eyes, he came to a complete stop, and Mike quickly pushed him away. My father moved in the same direction as Mike, and I realized that he was much closer to me than Mike, and that he was obstructing Mike's progress by being in the way. Despite the fact that I had barely had a chance to flee, he grabbed my wrist and squeezed it hard, his face flushed with anger. As he squeezed harder, the pain in my arm traveled up the length of my arm. In spite of my best efforts, he was unable to dislodge my arm from under his grasp.

It was all your fault, you f**king messed up the whole thing!" As he said it, he screamed and dug his fingernails into my skin with his index and middle fingers. I couldn't take a single step without gasping for air.

"Let her go, right now," Mike demanded, his face enraged to the point that I was afraid he was about to punch me.

My father continued to hold me tightly in his arms as he turned to face him. I couldn't move. "You're a jerk! I've had enough of you!" 'She's my daughter," he spat, yanking on my arm, causing me to lose my balance and stumble closer to him as a result of the yanking. I could smell the alcohol on his breath, and it made me feel sick at the same time because it was so strong.

In an attempt to free myself, I twisted and pulled on my arm until it snapped. He was stubborn, so I placed my hand on his chest and shoved him as hard as I could until he finally gave way. A single inch had been moved from his original position. When I saw his hand move, I immediately closed my eyes, knowing he was about to hit me in the face.

When his hand came into contact with my face, I had the distinct impression that my entire head had exploded. I stumbled backwards and slammed into the sideboard of the kitchen cabinet. An excruciating pain that I'd never felt before exploded up through my stomach and lower back like a bolt from the blue.

My back hurt like someone had stabbed me in the back of the neck. The sideboard was a lifesaver for me, as were my feet, which I held onto with my teeth while hissing through my teeth to keep myself upright. We were sitting against the sideboard, leaning against the sideboard, when Jake came over to me and grabbed me by the shoulders, dragging me down to the floor.

“Shit. "Are you all right?" With his hands on his chest, he clutched my head against his chest, desperate for an answer.

As I cradled my stomach in my arms, I attempted to take deep breaths to get through the discomfort. "No," I said, my voice firm and firm. Oh no, I was on the verge of losing the baby! “Mike? "Can you tell me where Mike is?" The question came to me as I opened my eyes and looked around for him, but I couldn't see anything because my eyes were filled with tears, so I couldn't see anything. I could hear a lot of grunting and groaning, which I thought was funny.

Oh my God, he isn't there...... Please reassure me that he is not engaging in such behavior! I blinked and turned to see Mike repeatedly punching my father in the face; my father's face was a picture of enraged frustration as I looked over. And he wasn't going to stop until he couldn't take a breath on his own anymore. That was the end of the conversation. He would be taken away from me, and I would be forced to raise his child without his consent. My heart felt as if it were breaking into a million pieces. I couldn't stop crying.

"Go stop him," I said in hushed tones, barely able to speak due to the pain in my throat.

No, Jake yelled angrily. "Let him take care of him," Jake said.

I shook my head in a shaky motion to demonstrate. Please, God, let it be so! "Come on Jake, get in there and put an end to this! "Could you, please, assist me with something? I am in desperate need of his assistance. Inform him that I have sustained an injury. A wave of nausea washed over me, causing me to vomit and gasp for air as I struggled to keep my mouth shut. "I'm in desperate need of him," I explained. “Mike?” When I screamed out in desperation, my voice was barely audible above the level of a whisper.

Jake took the initiative. "I'll go get him," he said, leaping to his feet as he said it quickly. Then I rolled onto my side, bringing my knees up to my chest and squeezing my stomach with my hands to keep it in place. Oh, please don't let me lose sight of this little rascal. To protect myself from the pain, I closed my eyes, and a few seconds later, Mike stroked the inside of my cheek, making it sting once more.

As he whispered, my heart was breaking all over again. "Angel?" he asked, his voice so worried that it broke my heart as well. I wasn't sure how I was going to break the news to him that I was going to lose the baby. I couldn't say anything because he was in such a good mood, how could I possibly say anything else? Because he was holding me, I desperately wanted to wrap my arms around him and have him hold me and told me everything was going to be okay. The ability to make this work is something Mike possesses; indeed, he possesses the ability to make everything work.

When I tried to get to my feet, a new wave of pain hit me, causing me to gasp for breath. "I'm sorry, Mike, but I'm sorry, but it hurts." As I raised my eyes to this beautiful face, I begged, "Please, it's hurting so bad." He appeared to be extremely concerned about my well-being. I was on the verge of losing everything I had worked so hard for. He was going to be imprisoned, and I was going to be left to fend for myself. I didn't know how I was going to make it without him in my life anymore.