Chapter 72: Chapter 72
/Amber’s pov/
"Yeah, I'll be there in about twenty minutes," he responded, nodding and rushing. I could hear him stomping around in the background, probably cramming all of my belongings into a suitcase or something equally ridiculous.
“Thanks.” During this period of reflection, I snapped my phone shut and pressed it against the back of my skull. Is there a more appropriate way to express it? I couldn't think of anything else to do because I was stuck in a rut.
It was difficult to type the phone number for my father's house since my hands were trembling and I was terrified to death. It continued to ring for an extended period of time. He took up the phone just as I was about to give up hope of ever finding a job.
When I heard his voice, which was soft and thick with slumber, I felt a shudder run down my spine. My pupils were squeezing together tightly. “Hello?” With just one word, he was able to conjure up a terrifying atmosphere.
"It's Amber," I said as I opened the door, swallowing a knot in my throat. "It's Amber," I said.
He burst into fits of laughing. "And what can I do to be of assistance to you, Amber?"
'I'd like you to retract the allegations against Mike,' I stated emphatically.
He erupted into laughter yet another time. My claims against him will not be dropped just because he shattered my nose," He maintain. "You should have seen what he did to my face," he exclaimed, making me squirm in my seat. Even though we were only talking on the phone, he had the ability to scare the life daylights out of me at any time.
"Please, please, please don't do this," My eyes welled up with tears as I pleaded with the man.
He let out a long, deep sigh. "Would you like me to dismiss the charges?" says the prosecutor. I wanted to know more, so I questioned.
As tears streamed down my cheeks, I replied, wiping them away.
"Come over to my house and we'll talk about it," he said, his voice light and enthusiastic in response.
Should we pay him a personal visit at his place of residence? What I can't tell you is whether or not I'm dreaming or whether or not he's telling the truth.
"I'd like the charges against you to be dropped. "Are you aware that you were the one who struck me?" When I felt the bile rising in my throat, I begged him not to do it again. His enjoyment of holding something above his head could be sensed in my presence.
"Come over to my house and we'll talk about it," he insisted over and over.
As the clock on the wall indicated, Jake would arrive in approximately ten minutes at the latest. "Would it be alright if I brought Jake?" I inquired. I inquired, fully aware that the query was the most ridiculous thing I'd ever heard. In the first place, why would I be permitted to take Jake with me? We wouldn't have to worry about charges if he was anywhere near him because he'd be buried along the side of a road somewhere, which is highly unlikely to be the case at this point.
It was "no!" he cried out angrily, "get that f**ker out of this place!"
Is there any chance that I'll be able to complete this task? Is it genuinely safe for me to go there and talk to him about it? Was I able to perform admirably under pressure? To be honest, it was a question to which I already had an answer prepared. I'd do anything for Mike, even if it meant murdering my own father in order to prevent him from bringing criminal charges against me. The absence of a victim means that there is no crime.
My fear had been swallowed. "All right, I'll be there in an hour," I muttered quietly as I slammed my phone shut, desperately attempting to stave off a panic attack. "All right, I'll be there in an hour," I promised. At this point, I needed to be mentally tough to get through this.
I retreated to my bed, hoping to recover emotional control over my situation. Since Jake wouldn't want to leave me alone, I didn't want to be too scared when he came to pick me up from the station. Trying not to think about anything else, I lay there counting the foam tiles on the ceiling and counting the foam tiles on the ceiling and trying not to think about anything else.
Jake walked into the room at the exact moment I dialed 867. He appeared to be quite exhausted and worried out, which was understandable. I'm willing to bet that he didn't get a good night's sleep the night before that this happened. I tried not to wince as he gently drew me into an embrace, the strain on my stomach and hips making me feel sick to my stomach.
"This is horrible, Ambs," He appeared both enraged and concerned at the same time, as seen by his shaking of the head.
I agreed, knowing full well that I needed to get him out of here as soon as possible. When Jake gets home, I tell him, "I need you to go to the police station and see if there's anything you can do to help Mike." He agrees. My hand reached out to take his hand and said, "I'm sorry, but I won't be able to join you because my release from here is not scheduled until this afternoon."
There was a troubled expression on his face as he nodded. "Are you certain you won't require my assistance for a short period of time?" "Do you think you're okay?"Says the doctor.
With a cautious nod and a shaky smile, I bid him farewell and left the room. I just want Mike to be okay. That's all I want." "That's fine with me, Jake," I said as I walked toward the front door with my hand.
He hugged me yet another time. "All right, I'll give you a call as soon as I get any information." The top of my head was kissed by him as he placed a bag containing my belongings on the floor beside my bed next to mine. "I'll come get you and take you back home," he asserted emphatically. Call me if they let you out; I'll come get you and take you back to your house.
I nodded and dragged him into another hug so that I wouldn't have to lie to him in front of his friends and family. “OK. "Please go check if there's anything you can do," I instructed them.
I'll see you in a minute," she adds as she walks away from the table. His expression was reassuring as he turned and bolted out the room, wearing his smile.
When I finished waiting, I called him into the office by pressing the call button on the wall. In less than a minute, a nurse arrived on the scene. "How are you doing today?" the narrator inquires. The nurse inquired, "Do you require any further analgesics?" she said with a bright smile on her face.
The move I made with my head was unsteady. "No, I'd like not to be burdened with any duties at this time." My brother has gone to get the car and has left the house without returning. My mother was involved in a car accident and suffered injuries. "I've got to get out of here," I murmured as I swung my legs off the edge of the bed.
"You can't just leave because you had surgery yesterday," she admonished Amber, who had just returned from the hospital.
"The doctor informed me that I will be able to return home this afternoon." My response was, "It's only a few hours early," I said, taking the luggage Jake had brought with him and putting on my clothes, which caused me some discomfort as I did so. "It's only a couple of hours early," Jake explained, referring to the time difference.
I beg of you, Amber, please don't get out of bed yet!" Adding, "If you're freed this afternoon, you'll have to stay in bed for a few days," she said, a frown on her face as she expressed her disappointment.
So, thank you for your attention, but I'm sorry, but I have to leave this hospital at this time. I appreciate your help." "I will not be able to sue you later if I sign a form saying that I am leaving against doctor's orders," I stated emphatically. I was becoming increasingly irritated with her, and I didn't have the energy to deal with it at the time.
She looked at me with a perplexed expression before nodding a couple of times. "I'm going to look for a doctor," she stated as she walked towards the door. She expressed her regret, saying, "I'm sorry."
The words "Please tell him to bring the paperwork with him; I don't have time to wait," I yelled, my lips pressed together in frustration. I was in a hurry to finish this because I needed Mike to be out of danger as soon as possible.
After I had finished getting dressed and packing my belongings, I sat on my bed, impatiently watching the second hand on my watch tick around and around in circles. I finally got a doctor's attention after what seemed like an eternity but was most likely only three minutes. He looked me in the eyes and gave me a cold stare.