Andy's POV

I never thought I'd ever get to this level of rage on all my life.

That bastard...

'You tore this family apart...'

'It's your fault she's dead.'

'Amelia's always told me that she hates to go round your's.'

The texts circled in my head.

How often did he think these things before he told me in such a drunken rage?

Before I knew what I was doing, I was in my car and on my way to Jake's.

I got there and slammed my fists straight into the door, resulting in a deep boom sound.

Nothing.

I did it again and waited.

Nothing.

I cried out in the peak of my rage and stormed back down to my car.

Taylor's.

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Taylor's POV

I closed the door after Jake had gone and curled up on the sofa with Amelia.

"Is daddy going to hurt Jakey?" She asked.

I gave her a sypathetic smile.

"No sweety, everything's going to be fine, you'll see."

We went upstairs and sat in my room with Darcy watching cartoons.

We were up there for 15 minutes before there was a rather aggressive knock on the door.

"Girls, can you do me a favour and go sit in the bathroom? I need you to hide. Like playing hide and seek." I smiled, picking Darcy up.

We quickly went to the bathroom and I sat Darcy on the toilet.

"Em, I need you to lock the door once I leave, ok? Don't open it for anyone but me." I told her.

She nodded and hugged herself close to Darcy.

I kissed them both on the head and left the room, waiting for the locking sound before I headed downstairs.

I slowly opened the front door, not taking it off the latch.

"Andy. What are you doing here?" I asked.

"Cut the shit. Where's Jake and Em?" He snapped.

"I saw Jake about twenty minus ago, but no Amelia. Im afraid I don't know where he went, I'm sorry." I replied.

Andy was raging. I thought he might do something.

"Taylor, if you're lying to me..."

"But I'm not. I'll see you later, Andy." I said, slowly closing the door.

I went to the living are and watched from the window until I saw his car pull away.

Then I went upstairs to get the girls.

Jacob's POV

I went to the only place I thought he'd never find me.

Jayy and Dahvie's house...

I still despised that whore for what he and Matt did to Tay, but Andy couldn't find me.

I knocked on the door as soon as I was at it and Dahvie opened it a few moments later.

"Jacob!" Dahvie exclaimed.

"I need somewhere to hide for a while. This is the last place I thought he'd look." I said, stepping inside.

Dahvie closed the door behind me and looked me up and down.

"Well you came to the right place, for sure. Coffee?" He asked.

I nodded and he lead me through to the kitchen where Jayy was sat on his phone.

"What the fuck is he doing here?" Jayy spat.

"Still salty about old times?" I smirked.

"You broke my fucking nose, prick." He replied.

"Jayy, he needs our help. He's on the run." Dahvie interupted.

"From who?" Jayy asked.

"Good question." Dahvie raised an eyebrow, turning to me.

"Andy. I did a bad thing. I was drunk and I texted him everything I held against him and I regret it so bad but he'll never listen to me." I explained.

"I guess that's fine." Jayy mumbled.

I walked over to him and held out my hand to give us both peace. He shook it willingly.

Just then, I got a text.

Then two...

The first was from Taylor.

'Andy's been here. He definitely wants to find you.'

I sighed.

Next text was from... Andy...

'You can't hide forever. You're dead, kid.'