His Mission (HIS SERIES Book 1) by SAKINA HUSSAIN (each kindness read aloud TXT) 📗

work." He chuckles, walking away. I grin, jumping off the bed and walk up to him to wrap my arms around his waist.

"Its weird seeing you mad at me." I say truthfully, tilting my head up to meet his. His body tenses and he looked down at me, his eyes now soft and full of sadness.

"I wasn't mad at you. I'm angry at the situation, annoyed that I can't protect you further."

"You're doing a great job so far." I said quietly, looking up into his eyes. Jake pauses, looking down at me questioningly.

"Really?"

I nod, reaching up to press my lips against his. I want to thank him for everything, feel his lips on mine. I miss the feeling of having him close to me, his scent. The way he causes electricity to shoot through my body at a simple touch. Jake returns my kiss, his more intense and passion-fuelled. I gasp as he pulls my lower lip into his mouth, biting them before attacking them hungrily. He pulls back for a second to look at me with passion-filled hooded eyes.

"I forgot to tell you," he whispers, breathing heavily against me.

"You look hot as hell tonight."

*****

"Emily, the police are here."

Police? Why? What have I done?

I wake from my hazy sleep and roll over, finding myself falling through the air. I let out a small yelp and land hard onto the cold floor with a thud.

"Urgh, that hurt." I groan, turning to look up at an amused Jake who was chuckling quietly, stood in my doorway.

"Get up Muffin, they want to speak to you," he says, running a hand through his hair.

"What do I say Jake?" I whisper loudly at him, panicking. Jake shrugs as if it's obvious.

"Tell them the truth."

"I thought we were going to take care of it?" I ask, confused.

"Yeah, we are going to take care of it. The police can't provide you with much safety Muffin, they're useless. Tell them why you moved here, say you don't want to press charges against Trevor and that you refuse to go back. That should do it."

He holds out a hand and I gratefully take it, groaning as Jake helps me to my feet.

"You'll be fine" he whispers, before kissing the top of my head. I nod against his chest, feeling panic and worry settle inside me. I run a hand through my hair in an attempt to make myself look more presentable.

"I'll be five minutes" I mumble, heading for the bathroom. Jake nods before quickly grabbing hold of my arm, stopping me in my tracks.

"Muffin? Don't let them know about us." Jake clears his throat, looking uncomfortable.

"The police don't like me. They'll try to warn you off me and possibly say I influenced you in your decision to leave him." Jake scratches the back of his neck awkwardly before giving me a reassuring smile. I nod silently, trying desperately to remember his words.

Okay Emily, don't screw this up.

*****

"Trevor abused me for years." I say quietly to the two female police officers who are looking at me, waiting for an answer. One of them with blonde hair tied back into a small bun is writing everything down in a little notepad and I keep glancing at her warily. The other one is slightly older and looked in her 40's with dark hair. She seems nicer and more sympathetic.

"Can you give me an example of what he would do Emily?" the older police officer asks. I nod, swallowing the lump in my throat. I over at Jake who was sat on the arm of the couch silently, his jaw clenched tightly in anger. He gives me a small smile, urging me to go on and I look back at the officer, feeling more confident.

"He'll punch me until I'm down and then kick me repeatedly, he's fractured my bones, he pulls out clumps of my hair and he bruises my entire body beside my face." I answer weakly, feeling tears prick my eyes. I stand up off the couch and lift my top, pointing at the bruising.

"It was so much worse than this, it's had time to heal." I comment, glancing at the officer who are examining them with sadness in her eyes.

Even though my secret is out, it pains me to say the words. Admitting your step father abused you for years without anyone batting an eyelid wasn't an easy thing to do. It makes me feel weak, helpless. I now know I should have done more to stop it but I'm still classed as a child, home is home. I didn't have anywhere else to go, anyone to turn to. My family are distanced away from me on purpose so that Trevor could keep me hidden.

"Would you like to come to the station and make an official statement Emily?" The officer responds softly. I shake my head glancing at Jake again, remembering his words.

"No. I don't want to press charges." I respond firmly. Jake would take care of that.

"Why not?" The blonde officer suddenly asks me, glancing between Jake and I suspiciously. It's the first time she's spoken and I know she doesn't believe my truth.

"I don't want to press charges, that's my decision. I'm safe here." I gesture around the room and she narrows her eyes at me.

"So what's your relationship with Jake Melvin?" She asks, totally off topic. I look at her directly, frowning.

"He's my friend," I respond confidently, my head held high.

"You're friends with Jake Melvin? He doesn't seem like your type to befriend," she probes, her head tilted as if she can see straight through me. I hear Jake cough and turn to see him stand up, his hands in his jean pockets.

"Is there a problem with her being friends with me Helen?" Jake asks coldly, tilting his head at the officer. Jake knows her