Hostage

Chapter 14- Unexpected Visitor

Reagan POV

"Excuse me?” Zayn said, getting up from sitting beside me, "What did you just say?"

"Your little girlfriend over there", the cop pointed at me, and I childishly stuck my tongue out at him, "killed someone about 8 years ago.”

I could feel Louis's eyes on me, but I didn't dare make eye contact. Zayn seemed like he was getting ready to lose it, and I couldn't have the both of them be mad at me. It was quiet for a little bit before Harry spoke.

"Well, this just got sufficiently awkward.”

Zayn rolled his eyes before glaring at me.

"Well...” he said.

I stood up, meeting his glare. He had a right to be angry, but he looked like I had physically hurt him, which I hadn't. His hands were at his sides, balled into fists. Seeing that only made me madder. What was he so pissed off about? The rest of the boys did looked surprised, but he was overreacting just a tad.

"Well what, Zayn?” I asked.

"Are you going to explain yourself?"

"Maybe if you stopped looking at me like I have 2 heads, I would.”

He rolled his eyes once more, but kept his lips in a tight line. I close my eyes, afraid of looking at anyone. Louis's eyes were still burning a hole in my side.

"Remember when I said my father died when I was 13 and my mum left because she was so depressed?"

He nodded in response.

"Well, that's not exactly true. She kinda left because she couldn't stand looking at me anymore."

"Is anything that you say the truth, Keating? Do you get some kind of joy out of lying to everyone?” Zayn asked.

I didn't know how to respond to that.

"Why couldn't your mum look at you?” Liam asked.

Although he was looking at me differently, he looked calm.

"She couldn't look at me because of what I did.”

"What did you do?"

It was killing me to tell them this, but how could I keep it a secret any longer? I figured it would be a year or so before I would be forced to tell them. Clearly, luck wasn't on my side.

"I kinda....killed my father.”

"WHAT?” they all asked in unison.

My eyes were still closed, and I just wanted to crawl in a hole and die. I'm sure Zayn would kill me after this anyway.

"How did you kill him?” Harry asked.

"I stabbed him a couple of times...or 30.”

"30 times?!” he asked.

I managed to open my eyes to find all of them staring at me.

"I could not be more attracted to you right now," Louis said, winking at me.

Even though my heart was beating in my chest from fear, I managed to smile at that. At least someone was still my friend.

"I couldn't be less attracted to you right now.”

And, then the smile was gone. Zayn just had to ruin it.

"Excuse me?” I managed to turn my nervousness into anger as I glared at Zayn.

"I can't believe you would keep something like this from me, Keating.”

"It happened 8 years ago! It wasn't any of your business. You're such a hypocrite.”