CHAPTER 32
CHAPTER 32
Emily's POV -
I hear a soft tapping noise coming from my window. I walk towards it and open it, peering down to find Jake stood at the bottom, panting. I stand there, staring down at how attractive he looked, unable to stop myself from admiring his beauty. Beads of sweat are glistening on his forehead and his hair is a complete mess but for some reason, I like it.
"Emily, don't just stand there and stare! Get down here!" He whisper-yells, shaking his head at my lack of co-operation. I snap out of it, my eyes widening as it dawns on me what he's suggesting. ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .
"You want me to jump out of this window?" I gesture at the window and then cross my arms tightly over my chest, glaring at him.
"Do you want to kill me Jake?" I ask, my eyes narrowing at him. I notice his right hand bleeding and my eyes widen further —
"What happened to your hand?"
"What happened to your face?" He shot back, signalling at the cut on my head.
Touché.
"I can't jump, it's too high Jake." I swallow nervously, glancing down at the height. My stomach does a complete flip and I take a step back.
"Muffin, it's the only way you can get out. You won't fall, I'll catch you." He reassures me, holding out his arms. I groan, knowing he's right.
I couldn't stay here with Trevor any longer, the thought alone terrified me. I drop my bag out the window first, hearing Jake catch it with an oomph.
"God, what have you got in here?" He mutters up at me, his eyebrow raised slightly.
"Girl stuff," I respond, sitting on the window ledge and rotating myself. I grip onto the ledge tightly, shutting my eyes.
"That's it, you've got it." Jake encourages me.
"Dear God, if I fall to my death, please send me straight to heaven."
"Emily, what are you doing?"Jake hisses, cutting me off.
"Saying a prayer incase I die!"
"It's not that far! You're tall anyway, use them legs for good use."
I scoff and lower myself down, my knuckles turning white from the strain of having to grip onto the ledge. I close my eyes and count down from three before letting go and bending my knees slightly.
For a brief second, I'm flying.
I feel myself fall into his arms and then he wraps them around me tightly. I look up at his smirking face —
"I knew you'd end up falling for me one day." Jake winks, his words smooth. My mouth fell open slightly and he chuckles, lowering me down to the ground. I turn back to take a look at the house and I shudder with fear. If only people knew what went on inside. . .
Jake takes hold of my hand, fingers wrapping around mine. The further we walk, the hold on my lungs loosened, allowing me to breathe again. After we're safely a few streets away, he stops and turns, his expression serious.
"What happened back there?"
His finger carefully brush over the area that is cut and red raw. I bite my lip and look down at the floor, not wanting to admit that Trevor almost killed me. Just the thought of it churned my stomach. Jake lifts my chin and looks at me softly before taking my hand in his.
"Come on, let's get out of the cold."
His hand feels large and rough compared to my small one. As we walked ahead, his thumb drew circles on the back of my hand causing me to shiver from the feeling.
"Are you cold?" He asks me, turning round. I shake my head, not wanting to admit the real reason I was shivering. I pull him towards Lulu's cafe, knowing we'll be safe inside.
"He won't find us in here," I said, leading Jake through the door and into the warmth. One of his hands is clutched tightly in mine and his other is carrying my bright pink escape bag.