Restrained

Restrained- chapter 6

Chapter 6: Niall's POV

I'm confused to say the least. Nothing is making sense right now, especially where I stand with Amber. And after I told her how I really felt, I was shocked. I didn't even know that's how I felt, but I guess it's the truth.

"I know," she whispered

"Explain it to me then." I say, no humor in my voice. She ran her hand through her hair and looked at the floor, obviously uncomfortable. The way her lips stuck out into a pout was honestly adorable. It was almost physically impossible for me not to kiss her, but somehow I managed.

"What happened Sunday?" She asked, still looking at the floor. I sighed and twisted the bracelet on my left wrist.

"You really want to know that badly?" I asked, thinking of what I would tell her. She nodded slightly, laying on the couch with her back to the ceiling.

"Don't blame me for telling you this." I said, trying to lighten the mood with humor. She mumbled something into the couch that I couldn't understand. I rubbed my eyes with my knuckles and sat next to her, the couch squeaking.

"So as you know, you were at the club with your friend Macy and some other girl. I don't know what happened, but I'm guessing you drank too many pints and did something to upset Mark. I was uh, leaving the club with a friend, trying to find my car when I heard some yelling from an alley." I said, not sure if I should continue.

"Go on," she mumbled.

"So I went to check it out. Mark was beating you, badly. Punching you, kicking you, slapping you. And before that I'm guessing he and his friend raped you. And I'm only saying that because you were only in your underwear and bra. So I went to stop him, my friend staying back. I beat him up pretty good to say the least. I uh, left him unconscious. Your friends came out then, yelling your name. They came and took you home." I said, and it killed me to tell her. It was such a gruesome story.

"Why didn't I remember?" She asked, her voice had no emotion.

"I'm assuming they drugged you, in addition to your highly intoxicated state," I said, my head in my hands.

"Amber, I'm sorry."

"Thanks for saving me. Three times." She said and laughed nervously. She stuck her face in my chest and kept saying thank you, over and over until her voice was so soft I could hardly hear her. I picked her up and Carried her to my room, laying her on the bed. She curled into a ball, her back to me. I turned off the light and walked out, going to Quinn's room. After stripping my clothes I climbed into the bed, laying flat on my back. I honestly can't believe I told her. She's probably so mad. Or just upset. I was hoping she'd forget to ask about it, considering everything that's happened since then. But that wasn't the case, so I had to suck it up and tell her. And the way she blocked out her feelings- didn't show how she felt about the situation in the slightest, I didn't know how to help. And now I think I know where Amber stands in my life. I think all that I want to do is not to love her or to hate her or for her to feel the same, I just want to protect her. I want to make sure nobody treats her badly ever again. If that means never leaving her, I just might be willing to do that. Although that would mean she would have to agree, which I doubt would ever happen. She acts as though she doesn't care about anything at all. She wants people to think of her as if she doesn't get angry or upset or tired or exhausted. But I know now that she is fragile and emotional and beautiful. And as I laid in my bed I'm realizing this. And it sucks, to be honest, liking someone you should just hate. And it would be so much easier if I just hated her, but I don't. I heard a blood curling scream then And I panicked. The scream echoed in my mind, quickly haunting me. I sat in my bed, frozen. My mind fought my body and told it to move but I couldn't.