To Reach

Chapter Thirteen: Captive

            Sabella had convinced Harry to let her drive the Aston Martin which made her grin. She loved this car and since Harry never really used it she knew she could persuade him to let her enjoy it. She easily maneuvered through the streets of London on her way to Niall’s. Her mind was wandering as she attempted to think of how to deal with Niall while her body was on autopilot, having driven so many times to his house.

            The brunette pulled up to the Irishman’s house and parked in the driveway. She inhaled deeply before turning the luxury car off and exiting. Locking the car, she made her way to the front of the house and rang the doorbell. She only had to wait but a moment before Niall was opening the door and ushering her inside.

“Hello, Sabella.” Niall greeted, closing the door.

“Hello, Niall. Kitchen?” She responded, waiting for him

            The blonde nodded and followed her into his kitchen. He watched as she sat on his granite counter top and licked her lips. His heart thundered in his chest, he had fucking missed her so much it was unreal. She was the only thing that had kept him going during the hell he had gone through at the hands of his captor.

“I guess I should tell you why I left and take it from there, huh?” Niall laughed lightly, standing in front of Sabella.

            Sabella nodded and looked at him expectantly. Niall ran his fingers through his thick blonde hair as he searched for words. He was never the best when it came to speaking so he really had to think hard as to what he was about to say.

“The threat was out to hurt you. The person sent me photos of you going about your day with me and with Harry, you shopping with Zayn, and it frightened me. I can’t lose you, Sabella. I began to look into where this person could be and paid off a techie in order to give me the location. I come to find that the person was my long lost uncle from Mullingar that my dad had left behind and cut off. He wanted money and power and chose to blackmail me, using you, to get it. He had roped my idiot of an older brother into it. Greg, my brother, was never a threat but my uncle was another story. He was watching you and I knew he’d hired someone to kill you. I couldn’t let that happen.” Niall began, watching as Sabella soaked up his words.

            Sabella frowned and nodded to Niall. She needed him to continue. The story was far from over and she could feel it in her bones that she wasn’t going to like the next chapter. She watched as Niall inhaled deeply before he continued to speak.

“I knew that I would have to walk into the lion’s den, so to speak. I left you that night and took a plant to Dublin. I used some of my father’s contacts that not many of you remember to get me in on a private jet. Once I arrived I went to Mullingar. I was captured a day later by his men. He took delight in torturing me since I look like my father. It was like his own sick, twisted revenge for not being a part of what I have. He tortured me for a week and a half, Sabella. I was water boarded, whipped, starved, and beaten. The only thing that got me through it was you. I would close my eyes and see you laughing or smiling at me and I held onto those memories. I swear, without those, I would be dead right now. It took my contact’s men a week and a half to find me since my shit of an uncle had us just outside of Mullingar somewhere to the east. They let me kill him and then they tended to my wounds.” Niall continued, eyes growing hollow as he recalled the dreaded memories.

            Sabella gasped in horror and felt her eyes sting. She had never expected this and it hurt. He had been tortured and it hit her right in the heart. While she was loving Harry he was being tortured. Her right hand slid up to her throat as she began to feel suffocated. Her heart thundered in her chest and Niall noticed she was going into a panic attack and rushed to her. He took her hand and placed it on his chest.