My Protector

Chapter 21

*Niall's POV*

            The room around us was dark and quiet, our breathing breaking the silence with every breath. I had told her about my dad, and I had told her about everything. There were no more secrets between us.

            As Liv's eyes slowly closed, my brain reregistered the day's events. Moments ago, a fragile Liv held onto my body as we hid in a closet in fear of the gunshots being fired around us. She was scared, and most importantly in danger. My father, who wanted Greg, my brother, and I killed, knew of my relationship with Liv. He knew how much I loved her and because he wanted to hurt me, he wanted to hurt her too. My father knew that killing her, would kill me inside. He wanted to kill her just as much as he wanted to kill me. And that's why he had sent someone to do his dirty work for him. He had sent Logan, who is in his gang, to kill Liv. But because Logan was unsuccessful in finding her, her life was spared.

            A part of me regretted telling Liv about my father, about Logan, and about all the danger surrounding her. It only made her live more in fear. Her life was already screwed up with Brian ruining it, but now I felt as if I'd screwed it up even more. Maybe if I hadn't interfered with her relationship with Brian, then maybe my father wouldn't be after her and maybe she wouldn't be in this mess. But then again, she already was in a mess when I met her. Maybe if I hadn't interfered, Brian would have killed her, and then I would have never gotten a chance to love her like I do.

            That's the thing. As a laid there beside her, I realized just how much I loved her. I knew my relationship with her was kind of screwed up and we had had more bad times than good, but that made what we had unique. And I knew that because I loved her, I would get her out of the mess she was trapped in.

           

            She shifted in my arms and her eyes slowly opened as a slight groan escaped her lips. We stared at each other in silence, before she finally spoke.

            "Niall, am I going to die?" She quietly asked.

            I shook my head and felt her arms move in closer to my body.

            "How can you say that though? You don't know for sure."

            "You're not going to die," I stroked her hair.

            Her breathing became heavier and water clogged her vision.