Taken

Chapter 6

The lobby seems bigger than yesterday.
Maybe because now I can finally breathe.

My breath is still shooken, but there's no doubt in my mind I feel safer with Niall.

We head out through the two, wide glass doors with gold-colored edging.

My hands still firmly gripped by Niall's.

He hands the valet a ticket, and they ring up our car.

Suddenly, a huge black suv comes in my range of sight.

Niall pulls me closer to the foreign object.

"Niall...this isn't-" I began but he quickly sh's me and, like a gentlemen, opens my door for me.

I hop in as he runs to the other side of the vehicle, mimicking my movement.
He starts up the car and heads out to the street.
I wait around five minutes to ask more questions.

"Can you tell me why we're in this car now?"

He groans,
"It's not important."

"Please, I would like to know."

"No, if it was that important, I would tell you."

"It's not like I can tell anyone..." I quietly whisper to myself.
He must've heard because he lets out a big sigh and turns his head to face mine.
I match my eyes with his, and he looks back at the road,

"I don't know why you want to know so bad, but if it'll make you happy then I'll tell you."
I quickly take my bottom lip in between my teeth.
How he said,
'if it'll make you happy' made my day that much more exceptional but at the same time more complicated .
Why did he even care about my happiness, anyways?

Our job isn't to hurt you, Liam's words play in my head repeatedly.

"We're in this car because we obviously can't come out in the same car we took you in. It would be an easy catch. Too easy. So, we have our connections and use a different car after every place we stay."

"After every place? How many places?"

"Depends."

"On?"

"Where you are going."

"Where am I going?"

"Why do you have to ask so many questions?" He giggles.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to-" Shit. I should just be grateful he told me anything. He cuts me off from my sincere apology,

"Don't be sorry. I understand."

"Thank you."

"You want to know something?"

"Yes. Well, only if it's okay with you." My blood pressure rising.
He laughs before talking again,

"Yes it is. I did bring it up. Anyways, I was just going to tell you, you're very different from anyone else that has been in your...predicament." A smile never leaving his face.

"What do you mean?"

"I've had to get girls clothes before. Usually, they don't talk, ask questions, or even blink. They just stay in a ball and cry. Look at me like I'm the Grinch who stole their happiness on Christmas morning." His eyes almost look watery.
He quickly flutters the feelings away and laughs,

"But I'm not. I never hurt one girl...well if you count... Okay one, then. But I've had plenty of opportunities, but I just don't. I'm not like...him."

"Well, thank you for what I think was a compliment. I just don't think crying in a ball will ever help the fact you guys took me and everything I love. And about that, why do you even work for such a horrible person if you don't like him?" My voice sounding more irritated than I intended.