One More Yesterday (Bret Von Dehl Love Story)

Chapter 11 - Sneaking In

[Amelin's POV]

After I had calmed down and took a nice warm bath and some hot chocolate my Poppa made, I was relaxed and changed into some warm pajamas.

Unfortunately, I had bruises from when they grabbed me and so Daddy took pictures before calling some lawyer friends to press and file charges. He's gonna keep me from school for a few days.

He knows I self harm... He said we were going to talk about it tomorrow, and not tell Poppa until this is all over.

I sat on my bed, reading a book when I heard a small click, like a small pebble hitting glass.

I looked around before I heard it again and looked at my window as I saw a pebble hit the glass.

I scrunched my eyebrows together and walked over as I grabbed my night robe, then opening the window and peering out, and spotted someone below.

"Bret?" I asked.

"Hey, Lin," He smiled.

Why does he keep calling me Lin?

"What are doing here? Its past midnight," I said.

"I wanted to check on you, see if you were okay," He said, in a low voice.

I sighed. "I'm okay now. My father's gonna file the charges tomorrow for aggravated assault and attempted murder, or manslaughter, I don't really know," I sighed.

"Can I come up?" he asked.

"You'll get in trouble, and too many people are already on my Daddy's bad side especially after today," I said.

"Please, I promise, I'll sneak out, its just a few minutes," He said.

I sighed and groaned. "Wait there. I'll let you in," I said, closing the widow, grabbing my night robe and pulled it on as I snuck downstairs.

I quietly unlocked the door and motioned Bret over.

He slipped inside as I locked the door again and we quietly snuck into my room.

"You'll have to sneak out the window when you leave. Just climb down the vines," I said.

"Deal," he said as I sat down.

He sat next to me. "How do you feel?"

I sighed. "Still a bit shaken, but, I'm fine. My Daddy is gonna file the charges on those guys tomorrow. He isn't letting me go to school for a while considering he's even getting tired of the school for treating me bad. He's thinking of even pressing charges on the school, if not, the whole board of education itself," I sighed, laying back as we stared at the ceiling.

"Can he do that?" he asked, laying down next to me.

"He may be looked down on for his homosexuality, but he's the most powerful and smartest lawyer here nonetheless," I sighed. "He took the pictures of the bruises."

"Can I see them?" he asked.

I hugged my arms closer, shaking my hand. "You shouldn't see."

"Why not?" he asked, eyebrows scruncan'tng together
.

I gulped, shaking my head. "You just can't, Bret."

He frowned. "You can tell me whenever you're ready. Whatever it is... I won't judge," he said, sitting up.

I sighed and sat up. "When I'm ready."

He nodded as he sat up and looked around. "Your room seems pretty cool. I used to have that poster," he said, pointing at a New York Dolls poster.