Taken

61k?!?!?! Bonus Chapter

Thankyouthankyouthankyou guys soooooo much for 61 THOUSAND reads! It makes me so happy! So, in honour of all these reads: here's a bonus chapter! What if Eva didn't die?

Chapter 25:

Beep. Beep. Beep.

The constant beeping of where I was woke me up. I slowly opened my eyes, but I immediately regretted it as a bright light blinded me, adding to my headache. With a groan I slammed my eyes close. I seemed to catch the attention of someone, and that person gasped. I turned my head to the direction the noise came from, and opened my eyes again. Sitting in a small plastic chair beside me, was Jack.

He looked like a mess if I was being honest. His blond hair was all over the place, and there were purple bags under his eyes. He didn't smell too nice either. He looked like he dropped a few pounds too.

I was in a white, clean room. A hospital. There were bandages wrapped around my stomach, and every time I breathed or moved, they hurt. Now I knew why he looked like he did. He was worried. He was worried about me.

"Jack?" I asked, my voice coming out in a strangled croak.

"Eva!" He said, his tired looking eyes lighting up. He looked so happy, and it made me happy.

He tried to hug me, but when I winced in pain he immediately backed off. I gave him a weak smile. I was about to ask why I was in here, but a truckload of memories hit me at once.

The battle, Jason, rogues, my injury.

"Did we win?" I asked. That's all I wanted to know at the moment. Jack nodded.

"We won." He confirmed.

"And Jason?" I asked, needing to be caught up with everything.

"Dead." Was all Jack said. I never cheered for loss of life, but I felt happier when Jack told me that. I was slightly disgusted with myself but then I remembered that he also tried to kill me, and I didn't feel bad anymore.

Jack caught me up with everything. I had been asleep for a few days. He didn't eat, sleep or shower during this time period. That's why he looked so skinny. I forced him to take a shower, and before he left the hospital room, he turned around a winked at me.

"Want to join?" He asked. I rolled my eyes and turned to face the other way. His footsteps slowly faded, and I smiled. I was alive.

Five Years Later:

"You look beautiful." Madi said to me, making eye contact through the mirror. I smiled and tried not to cry, it would ruin my makeup and Madi and my other bridesmaids would kill me.

It was my big day: I was getting married to Jack.

I was in a floor length white gown with a sweetheart neckline. The dress was simple. There was a bit of length to the train of the dress. The torso was lace and the bottom was a plain silk fabric.

My makeup was soft and natural, it didn't look like I was wearing a lot, but I definitely was. I had been sitting in that makeup chair for like 2 hours.

My hair was in a half up half down look, with part of it in a small braided bun at the back of my head. Some pieces were made to fall out of the bun and frame my face. The rest was straightened and left down. I slipped out of the chair, putting on my heels. I had been practicing walking in them for a month, and I could actually walk in a straight line now.

"You ready, kiddo?" My dad asked, his grey eyes twinkling. I simply nodded, not trusting myself to speak.

We exited the room. The music started playing and the bridesmaids went in before me. My dad and I linked arms. The doors opened, and I saw everyone in the church room, standing and smiling. I saw Jack at the end of the aisle. He looked so happy, it brought tears to my eyes. Happy tears, though. I knew at that moment, everything would be alright.

Seven Years Later:

I stood in the kitchen, humming softly to the sleeping bundle in my arms. Little Marcus was finally asleep. It felt like he had been crying forever. I went upstairs, and I placed him in his crib, looking around the little nursery room with a content sigh. This was my life, and I wouldn't have it any other way.

So there you go!