Taken

Chapter 34

Liam's POV:

"What a punk." I laugh to myself as I watch Jerry Springer. One of the only channels that this shitty cable company can produce.

"I knew it!" I holler when they announce that he is the father. I could tell by how nervous he was. If he knew he didn't get her pregnant, he wouldn't have been sweating like a damn pig!

As the lady begins fighting one of the women sleeping with her "boo", my front door slams open and quickly shuts.

My eyes pierce towards the door, and I jump from my comfy seat on the couch.

I'm quickly relieved when a bundle of brown curls pop in my view, but my smile quickly fades when I remember our little agreement earlier.

"What'd they do?" My voice coming out harsher than I intend.

"N-Nothing." She stutters. She stands in front of me with her eyes unmoving from the brown floor, but I can see how she furrows her eyebrows and moves her eyes back and forth that's she's deciding something. Deciding on either telling me something or someone else.

"Tell me." I push her, wanting to know the reason she rushed into my cabin. I told her if she was in danger to run to my cabin, but whether the danger was herself or one of my mates, I'm unsure.

"I don't know how." She's holding in her tears. I can tell by the way she's taking multiple breaths in between her words.

"Yes you do." She's capable of telling me, but she's just afraid. I'm not sure of what exactly, because I can't judge her; I'm in absolutely no position to. No matter what she can say out of her mouth, it wouldn't compare to all the evil shit I've done.

"What if I can't choose?" She blurts out and finally looks up from the blasted floor.

"So this is about Niall and Harry?" I should've known. Those bastards got Jennifer so wrapped around their prickly fingers.

"Yes. I-I don't-" She furrows her eyebrows looking for the words, but she only produces random noises.

"You don't want to pick?" I question, trying to figure out what her complex mind can't seem to make into words.

She nods her head yes. I watch as tears slowly roll down her swollen cheeks.

"Then-" I can't finish my sentence as my door slams open yet again.

"Jenny! What's wrong? Did I do something wrong? I'm sorry, babe! I was just so excited and-" Niall rambles on and on as he jogs to Jennifer.

"Niall." I cut in front of him, before he can trample all over Jennifer.

"Move, Liam." He growls through clenching teeth.

"No. You leave. Don't forget my authority over you." As I bring up a friendly reminder, he dares to roll his damn eyes.

I'm a friendly guy. Shit, I'm the nicest pal out of the boys, but I don't put up with petty shit, and he knows it.

"Niall, please, just leave. This is your last fucking chance to walk through that damn door freely. I'll talk to Jennifer, as she came to see me, not you." I grab his shoulder and push him towards the door.

"I'm sorry, mate." He apologizes when he's outside the cabin.

"It's alright." I can't deny his apology, because I know he's going through some fresh territory with Jennifer. Well, not exactly new, but Harry definitely isn't usually in the package deal.

"Just go to your cabin and sleep off the rest of the boos." I laugh, attempting to lift up the mood.

I gain a reward when he slightly smiles,

"Right." He begins to walk off, but quickly turns around before I can close the door.

"Make sure she has an answer. Me or Harry. I can't wait any longer, Liam. I have to make the plans sooner or later." I nod, and he walks away again, but this time actually making it to the designated place.

Jennifer's POV:

I watch as Liam slowly closes the door and cautiously makes his way towards me.

"Jennifer.." He calmly calls my name.

"Yeah?" He takes my hand and leads me to the couch.

"Please, sit." He smiles at me, but it's not his usual glowing smile. This one is filled with pity and sorrow, neither which I need or desire.

I do as requested and sit on the couch allowing Liam access to do so as well. He willingly accepts and sits close enough that our knees touch.

"Jennifer, please know that I understand your position, and I understand how confused and tired you are, but you can't be like this forever." My eyes dart towards his.

"What?" I somewhat get offended by his words. I'm not sure why, but his words make me feel weak. As if he thinks I'll be this pathetic girl for the rest of my life unwilling to choose between two men who kidnapped her, but also took her heart.

"All I mean is that you need to realize what you're doing."

"What exactly am I doing?"

"You are leading two men on for fucksake! Two men who are cold blooded killers. They killed that man who tried to take you away! They tricked you into believing that you were this whole other person, so you wouldn't be as hard to handle! Niall fucked you- not even- he took your virginity when you weren't in the right state of mind! They-"

"Stop!" I stand up from my seat and hold my head in my hands, crying more tears I wish already that I can take back.

"Why would you say that?" I scream at him and begin to pace the room.

"N-Niall didn't shoot him. H-Harry did. He sh-shot him while he was driving and Niall w-wanted to tell me b-but Harry wouldn't let him. Niall wanted to do the r-right thing for me but he-he wouldn't let him." Every word that comes out of my mouth is between frantic breaths and a sniffle of my runny nose. I'm unsure why I'm defending Niall, but I feel like I have to.

"What about when Niall took your virginity? What about that!" Liam shouts and walks closer to me.

"I don't care about that! E-Even if I knew who he was and I-I was, I'd still let him be the o-one who took it, because I love him!" I cover my mouth as soon as the words leave my biggest enemy.

"You what?" Liam questions, but he's, smiling?

"What're doing?" I point at him. "What did you do?"

"Jennifer, I didn't do anything. All that I did was help you finally decide." Liam walks to the kitchen leaving me a disgusting mess in the living room.

"Hey, want a drink? It's been a pretty long day. I think you deserve one." He laughs, and I plop myself down on the couch.

"I love Niall." I say to myself. "I love Niall." I can't help but smile and be giddy with excitement. I guess I knew it all along, but I didn't want to really love him.

I mean, who falls in love with the man who has taken her?

"So when are you going to tell Niall?" Liam questions as he brings in two beers.

"Uhm...I should do it right now. He deserves to know, if he'll even take me anymore. I put him through so much shit, Liam. So much." I shake my head in regret and lay it gently back against the large cushion of the couch.

"I'm not so worried about Niall, love. He'll be ecstatic to know that you love him. I'm just worried about Harry." Liam sighs as he takes a swig of his beer.

Harry. How could I have forgotten about Harry? He's going to be so upset.

"Liam, what do I do? How do I tell him? Gosh, he's going to be so mad." I groan. I shouldn't have lead Harry on.

"Just tell him. He'll understand." He smiles, and I wish I could believe him. I wish I could be clueless to the whole being that's Harry, but I'm not. I know Harry, and I know his anger, and I know how afraid I am of him. I know that if I tell him that I want to be with Niall and not him, it'll just check all of the insecurities he already has. And a man with no confidence, isn't a man anymore, but a scared monster lurking around pretending he can kill a village when the only person he can hurt is himself.