Taken

Chapter 29

Jennifer's POV:

I sat there unsure of what to say or do to Niall.

He was clearly in pain and highly intoxicated.

I've never seen him like this, and I hope I never have to again.

"Jennifer..." He whines and pulls me in closer. His gumdrop head nuzzled in my shoulder.

"What, babe?" I whisper as I stroke his dirty blonde hair.

"I'm sorry."

"Sorry for what?" I look down as he raises his head so his eyes meet mine.

He lowers them back down before he speaks again,

"Sorry that we met like this. I'm sorry that whenever you look at me, I'll only bring you painful memories." His words tug at my heart, and I begin to feel sorrow for the man. My man.

"Don't apologize, because even if I have those memories. I still have great ones. The ones where we first kissed...made love. I have the memories that changed my life for the good."

I have the memories where I fell in love without realizing it.

"Changed your life for the good?" He practically laughs in my face.

"I basically ruined it. You're going to end up being..." He starts but doesn't finish.

"Being what, Niall?" Everytime one of the boys tries begins to tell me of my future, they stop, and I'm absolutley pissed about it.

"It's not important, Jennifer." His voice is stern; his eyes never meet mine.

"It's my future. You're telling me that's not important? Tell me now!" By now, I'm already on my feet, yelping furiously at him.

"Don't play that game with-"

"I'll leave." I threaten.

His body instantly jerks back like somebody punched him in the shoulder, and I know my words have affected him.

"Jennifer..." He pleads.

"Tell me or I go." I know I wouldn't ever leave him, escpecially when he's like this, but he doesn't know that.

"You're going..." He starts, and it looks like he's tasted something completley horrid. "You're getting sold."

"Sold to who?"

"Sold to a man who doesn't respect women."

"Bullshit." I snap and begin to pace back and forth with random pieces of glass littering the floor.

"It's not bullshit!" He defends.

"He obviously respects me if he's putting all this money in me! Giving me expensive hotel rooms and making sure I'm not hurt! You're bullshitting me!" I hysterically scream.

"That's bullshit! Every girl he buys goes to those hotels! We have staff that work for us there! Fuck! The only thing different about you is he put extra money to make sure you didn't get hurt, and you were made to feel comfortable! That's why I was-" He stops himself and snaps his hand over his mouth.

"Jennifer, I-"

"Save it." Tears splash against the wood flooring.

"I swear I didn't mean it like that. Let me explain." His words fumble out of his mouth, but I don't tolerate it.

I shake my head in disbelief and start to walk to the door.

"We're through." I say before I walk out of the door.