Taken

Chapter 12

My foster mother stands emotionless at the door.


She was my mother when I was in my teens.
She took me in for a year, while my dad was in rehab, and no family wanted to take me.


She was wicked.
I remember how, if I left a spot on one of the dishes, she'd make me go in the backyard and chop the grass down with scissors.


My body fumes at the distant memories.


"What are you doing here?" My nostrils flare up.


"Don't be so rude, Jennifer. You should be telling me how much you've missed me!"


I roll my eyes at her absolutely outrageous testimony.


"Cut the shit, and tell me why you're here." I know her foolish games, but they aren't going to work on me anymore.


"Language!" She snaps and raises her hand to slap my boiling cheek.


Her palm connects with mine, and I wince in pain.


"You-You-You witch!" I blubber to the facade of a women.


I bite my bottom lip in pain, whilst the witch chuckles in delight.


"Witch? That's cute, sweetheart. Come up with some better material." She groans and looks at her nails with annoyance.


"I hate you!" I screech, unable to lower my volume.


The door widens, and out steps a furious Niall.


"What's going on, ye? Keep it down!" He loudly whispers to us.


His eyes focus on my hand cupping my burning cheek.
He must connect the dots, because he turns to the green-eyed wench with despite.


"Did you hit her?" His voice low and rumbling.


My body becomes overtaken by fear, and I can see it's having the same effect on her.


Looks as if someone took away her broom.


"No. I didn't. Don't always assume things, young lad. Get back inside, I-I can handle this." She tries to play it off strong, but I have a feeling Niall isn't having it.


Blood rushes to his pale face, and he grips the witch's neck.
He pushes farther back, when she declines his hold.


"Your job isn't to hurt her. You're going to sleep in another room tonight, got it?" He snarls in her ear.


"I can't." Her voice hidden.


"Why not?"


"You know the rules, Horan." She smirks at her victory.


"Fuck." He mumbles and releases his diligent grip.


He raises his hand to his forehead and paces back and forth in the hallway.


"Jennifer, hold on. Rebecca, go inside." His whole accent changing when he turns to her.


We both nod, afraid of what'll he do.


Even though Rebecca was an older women, she stood no chance to the young male. He could fumble her without even trying.


The witch rolls her eyes at me, once again, then heads for the door.


With a slam, I'm left in the cricketing hallways.


I hear bickering coming from Harry's room, but I have to force myself not to move.
What is Niall talking to him about? What rules were Rebecca talking about?
Fuck, I'm confused.


Niall returns but brings along a moody Harry.


Harry doesn't even glance once at me as he takes his half naked body to Niall's room. Well, the boys' room.


After he shut the door, Niall's eyes motioned to me.


"Jennifer, common." He gestures me to come inside the room.


I hesitate at first, but carry my legs to him.


I walk inside, clutching my shirt in between my arms and wait for his voice to speak.


"We're sleeping here, tonight." I can tell he's trying not to sound as happy as he really is.


"We? Why?"


"Your fucking questions drive me absolutely insane." He giggles to himself.


I never noticed how much I asked questions till he kept pointing them out.
Maybe I do ask too much.


"Sorry." I mumble with a shy smile.


I watch as he groans and rips off his top shirt.


"What are you-" I begin, but he cuts me off.


"Another fucking question." He laughs while walking over to me.


He grabs my waist and carries me to the silk bed.


He delicately lays me on it and places himself on top.


"Niall-"


"Jennifer, stay quiet. Please, just shut up." His slight dimples appearing.


I was going to say sorry, but I decide to keep my mouth shut.


He brings his lips close to my chapped ones.
He teases me by brushing them against my own.


Jennifer, stop him. What are you doing?


What am I doing? I don't know, but I know that he knows everything I need to know. He has all the answers to my questions, and maybe he can help me out.


Jennifer, that's ridiculous. You can't use him.


Why not?


Because you're too good for that.


Maybe I'm not.


Jennifer, if he ever finds out-


He won't.


I finish arguing with myself, and make up my mind.


"Niall..." I whimper to his lips, while I tie my legs around his torso.


"What?" He's sounding amused by my longing for his body.


"Will you..." God, this is awkward. "Will you have sex with me?" The words taste like acid, and fume out of my trench.


His eyes widen, and I feel his heart quicken in pace.


"Never mind, it was a bad idea, anyways." I look down, ashamed of words.


"No." His hand grabs mine.


"It was a great idea." He beams and finally connects his lips with mine.


His begin to role his hips on mine, and I moan in pleasure.


I'm going to get all the information I need, in order to escape, and I'm getting this amazing pleasure out of it.


I smile while my lips move in sync with Niall's.


I deserve this.
Lord knows, I need it.




























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