Hostage

Chapter 18- Security, Security!

Reagan POV

"You know...” I said, "you're really starting to piss me off."

"And, you clearly want to die tonight", he responded, placing the blade harder into my neck.

"No, I don't. But, to be honest, you smell. And, we both know you're not actually going to kill me."

I was calling his bluff. My heart was pounding and I didn't know if I was right, but I was calling his bluff.

"Excuse me?"

This time I took a blow to the stomach, and I bent over to lessen the pain. Before I could move out from under his grasp, he hit me in the mouth, and it immediately filled up with blood. Making sure to spit on his shoe, I wiped my mouth.

"If you kill me, you won't find the boys."

He rolled his eyes, realizing I was right. Hey, maybe I won't die today. Before I could revel in the fact that I was correct, he slapped the right side of my face. Wow. This guy clearly had some anger issues.

"Did your mother ever teach you anything? You've known me for exactly 2 minutes and have hit me way too many times."

"Shut up!” he yelled, "You're getting on my nerves."

"Well, the feeling is mutual, idiot."

I anticipated his hits and moved out of the way. Remembering what I was taught earlier, I aimed the bottom of the palm of my hand at his nose and smiled when I heard it crack. He swore, raising his hands to his face, and I took the opportunity. Using every bit of strength I had, I raised my foot and kicked him as hard as I could between the legs. I turned to run away and saw him drop to the ground. I didn't stop screaming until about 5 minutes of running. Slowing down, I used the GPS on my phone to find the way home. I also ran the next 10 minutes there. Bursting through the front door, I heard gasps.

"Keating! What happened?"

"Why are you just now getting home?"

"Why is your face bloody?!"

"Princess, are you okay?!"

"Why do you look like crap?"

I felt 2 pairs of hands on my shoulder and shook them off.

"Don't touch me", I told them.

Zayn backed away, but Louis stayed. The rest of the boys were cautious.

"What happened?"

"The douchebag that came in here last time."

"Wait", Zayn said, "He attacked you? We beat him unconscious!"

"No", I shook it off, "It wasn't him. But, I recognized this guy from the pub that I got drunk at. I guess they were friends."

"He did this to you?” Liam asked.

"Yeah, he punched me a couple of times."

"I knew I should have followed you", Louis said under his breath.

"How did you get away?” Harry stood up.

I smiled, knowing he would appreciate this.

"Our self-defense lesson earlier today. I broke his nose, then made sure he couldn't have kids anymore."

"That's my girl", Zayn kissed the top of my forehead.

They helped me get cleaned up, and I changed into cleaner clothes. I iced my eye, hoping it would be better by tomorrow. I could see worry etched onto Liam's face. Now I knew he made the right decision by not allowing Aiden to come back over here. If my attack didn't scare him, something was wrong. Louis hadn't said anything in 30 minutes, and I didn't know what was wrong. I sat on the chair beside Niall, and he rubbed my shoulder.