Taken (A 1D fanfic)

Chapter 6

(A/N): I woke up this morning and this had 13 reads. I can honestly say I didn't even expect 10 :') -Katie <3 

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As I look at her, I can tell she wouldn't believe me if I said I don't want her to be in this situation, that I wish it was me, and that I can also see that she's about to snap on the inside with all that's suddenly happening. 

"You should know why what's happening is happening," I say, finally breaking the tense silence inside the van. 

"Tell me if my father's alive, especially since this all seems to be his fault." I can tell she's hurt that her father didn't say anything about this side if his life, and so am I, it may have spared us all of this, which is just to find something that may or may nit even be in existence anymore. I start off right away. 

"Well, your father was much mire than who he said he was." 

"B-But he said he was tech support for some huge corporation," she stuttered, obviously not wanting to believe a word I was telling her. 

"Well, he never said who that was, did he?" I asked. She remained silent. 

"Now, your dad worked on things fir our boss. Well one day, boss man told him to put all of the different intelligence from rival agencies onto one...thing, we don't quite know what it is yet. You dad was against it, but agreed to do it, for the sake of you and your mother, he didn't want the two of you getting hurt because of something he did. Now when the boss wanted it ASAP, for some reason, he freaked. When he didn't come in for weeks, boss man got someone else to do it for him, quick and cheap. He was scrolling along through employees in another agency's data, and one of the names under 'informants' was your father's. That was five years ago, and no one's seen your dad since." 

The van was silent. When I finally looked up at Hayley, her face was streaked with silent tears, more streaming down her beautiful face. 

"Y-You never told me? And you knew the truth?" she finally said, her voice thick. 

"I wasn't here yet, not until about three years ago, and by that time we had both already moved on. I'm so sorry." I replied. She looked more understanding, which I was glad for, because I don't think I could bear to tell her anymore. I suddenly felt the urge to take her hand, which I did, rather hesitantly, because I had no idea what she would do in response. I looked down, my cheeks burning, and felt her squeeze my hand.