Chapter 29: Chapter 29

"I'm sorry Myra, I can't give them an alibi. I have to think of our baby." I explain sadly, ignoring her disappointed look at me. I swallow the lump in my throat and leave the living room, stepping out into the corridor.

"Miss Wentworth?" One of the officers stop me, placing out a hand in front of me. I frown and look up at the male officer.

"Yes?" I ask, holding my head high. As far as I'm concerned, Jake and Tobias are innocent until proven guilty.

"We need you to come down to the police station with us to make a statement." He says firmly, his tone serious. I don't respond but nod my head slowly  —

"Can't we do it here?" I ask, knowing I wouldn't be able to meet Jake at the library if I'm making a statement. From previous incidents, I know statement writing can take hours at the police station.

"It's best if you come with us to the station." The officer smiles tightly.

"Sure, no problem. I just need to get dressed." I respond a little too brightly, smiling widely at him. He nods before glancing down at his watch.

"I'll be five minutes." I tell him before heading for the stairs. He nods again, watching me closely as I take the stairs two at a time. I sprint up them and push open my bedroom door before lunging for the doors of my wardrobe. I quickly strip out of the clothes I'm wearing and tug on a black hoody with denim jeans.

"Shoot." I mutter glancing around the room for my converse. I spot a white lace dangling out from underneath the bed and dive for it, clutching the trainers tightly.

"Come on," I urge myself, stepping into the shoes and lacing them up quickly. I scrape my hair back, securing it into a high ponytail and grab my phone off the bed, shoving it into my back pockets.

I bite down on my lip nervously as my mind spins into overdrive on how the hell I'm going to escape without the police noticing. The officer is waiting for me at the bottom of the stairs which means there's no other way out beside from. . .

The window.

I close my eyes and inhale deeply, forcing myself to calm down. If I'm going to get away from the police successfully, my mind has to be clear. I know the window in Ivory's bedroom is the shortest drop to the floor however that means I'd land right outside the front door and risk being seen by the police.

I shake my head, realising I have no other choice. I need to be at the library to see Jake before I can make any sort of statement to the police. I have to know what really happened last night with Dylan and to do that, I need to look into his eyes.

Come on Emily, you can do this.

I mentally prepare myself and leave my room quietly, making sure I stay clear of the stairs incase the police officer spots me. Five minutes has already passed which means I have another minute or two to get the hell out of here before he becomes suspicious.

I push open Ivory's bedroom door, noticing her bed hasn't been slept in either. I make a mental note to ask Jake and Tobias about her whereabouts . . .

Ever since she found out I was keeping the baby, she had become distant and quiet. She'd barely held a conversation with me in weeks and her ignorance to our close friendship hurt me. It's lonely without Ivory and her quirky personality that can cheer me up no matter the situation.

I head for her bedroom window and push it open, a cold gust of air instantly smacking me in the face. I shudder and glance down, feeling panic rise within me. It's not a huge drop, completely do-able however I'm not particularly fond of heights.

Underneath me is a driveway made from solid concrete which means if I land wrong, I could be in a cast for six months.

If only Jake was here to catch me like he did the time he rescued me from Trevor. . .

Oh how far we'd both came since then.

Now here I am, sat on a window ledge in the same position, about to lower myself to my possible death in an attempt to escape from the police officers who are currently investigating my boyfriend for murder.

"Gee, great life Emily," I mutter sarcastically, twisting my body out the window and dangling my legs in the air outside. I clutch onto the ledge tightly as if my life depended on it because well. . . It kind of does.

The key to dropping from a height is to dangle yourself as much as you possibly can to shorten the height you fall.

The icy air whips around me and I shiver, lowering myself further until I'm actually dangling from the window on the outside of the building. I silently pray that nobody is walking past to witness the questionable action of mine.

"Don't look down," I whisper to myself, shutting my eyes tightly. I breathe in deeply, my fingers aching from the strain of holding my entire body weight. I feel my hands sweating, making the ledge hard to grip onto.

On the count of three. . .

One, two, three.

I let go of the ledge and immediately find myself falling, the harsh wind slapping my face painfully. A s scream escapes from my mouth as I feel my leg scrape against the brick wall. I immediately bend my knees, knowing it will give me a better chance of landing without any injuries. The second I feel the floor underneath me, I tuck my body together and roll forward. I find myself landing softly on my back, staring up at the blue sky in a daze.

"I did it!" I whisper, a full blown grin stretching onto my face. I immediately stand to my feet and check myself over. Besides from a hole in my jeans, I'm alive.

"I did it!" I cheer, fist pumping the air. My gaze lands on the empty police car parked in front of the house and I slap a hand over my mouth, remembering the reason I jumped out of the window in the first place. I sprint down the road, the wind whipping my face as I run, further and further away from the police.

I can't help laughing the entire way there, the adrenaline pumping through my body as I continue to run. I feel alive and boy, does it feel good.