Taken

Chapter 22

Niall's POV:

It almost feels like getting ran over repeatedly with a car and mixed with a little bit of a hangover, and you got how I feel right now.

Reckon, I didn't drink that much at all. It's just that Harry knows how to lay a punch, or a few punches.

I drag my legs to the cabinets to sifter out some medicine.

No Advil? Fuck.

Tylenol will have to do, I sigh.

"Hey. You alright?" A soft voice swiftly caresses my ear.

"Jennifer," I smile, "I'm fine. But are you okay?"

She takes a couple steps towards me and sits down on a bar stool.

I notice a blanket wrapped around her long body.

"I'm fine." She weakly grins back to me.

I know you're not.

Fuck, you just found out last night who we really are, after I had sex with you. Matter of fact, I took your virginity. Then, you were stuck cleaning up my mess of blood, while I laid down on the bed, unable to move. And when you thought I was asleep, when I wasn't, you cried the whole night.

"That's good." Is all I can manage to say.

I grab a glass from the floating cabinets and fill it in the sink. I don't really care if water is tap or not, tastes the same to me.

"Yeah." I barley can hear her. She stays on her stool, staring off into space. I decide to leave her alone.

I take the two pills in my right hand and throw them in my mouth.

I gulp the water immediately after, drinking all the water that fills the glass.

I slam the glass on the counter and roll my neck, trying to stretch my aching muscles.

"Will you be okay?" Jennifer asks me. I look at her, but can't seem to meet her gaze.

"Don't worry about me. How about yourself?" I want to take the subject off of me.

"I'm okay. I have to be." Her eyes suddenly meet mine, and a flash of pain crosses them.

"No you don't. What do you mean?" I take two steps forward to her, and to my surprise, she doesn't budge.

"What good will it do if I'm not okay? Niall you just don't understand." She moans and tears strike her pale cheeks.

Jennifer's POV:

I can't help the tears that rush down my cheeks. I'm tired, upset, and confused. I want to be in his arms, and him wrapped around me, but I know can't. I shouldn't, but I want to.

I remember the emotions I felt for Niall when we made love. I remember them, because I can't forget. I still feel them. Of course, I'm pissed that he took advantage of me, but I'm not surprised. They're kidnappers, and I'm pretty sure I fell in love with one. But he'll never know.

"Jennifer? Are you listening to me?" Niall's voice snaps me out of my thoughts.

"Sorry, what'd you say?" He sighs and rubs his temples.

"Explain to me then. Explain so I understand." He reaches his hand for mine, but I snatch it away.

Hurt flashes in his eyes, but he quickly brushes off the emotion and focuses back on me.

"Explain." He repeats.

His tone so much more forceful, I know it's more of a command than request.