Never Letting Go. (Sequel to Til Death Do Us Part.)

48. This Is The End

~Elizabeth's P.O.V

It's been a day or two since Niall went balistic back at the hospital. And by balistic, I mean balistic.

He choked Zayn, cursed him out, threatened him, and somehow frightened and aroused me all at the same time.

I won't say its surprising that Niall did it. Arousing and scaring me at the time because it isn't.

He's somehow managed to arouse me at the wrong times. Like when he was pissed off about finding my secret room a few years back. Lord, I didn't know if I wanted to jump away or jump on him. The way his veins pulsed against his skin, the deep tone and the raspy vibe to his voice, the thickness of his accent while he screamed at me.

You'd be somewhat amazed at how aroused I'm getting just by talking about it, right now.

I used the room to try and find any and everyone involved in killing my brother, mother, and aunt. I had a board full of black and whites photos of people I had been watching because they would act strange towards me, there was a wall that had only tv monitors on it that were connected to cameras around the house. Most of the cameras were trained on the front which I guess is why it was so easy for Josh to get in through the back door and to rape me. But you better believe that when the rape happened, there were more cameras hooked up to the back porch.

We haven't really needed them, but we thought that before I was raped and the cameras hardly served a purpose to find out who had done it. True, it caught view of Josh's face, but I didn't even need his face. After years of being around Josh Devine, I know him for more than just his looks. I know the he walked and the way his voice sounded. His scent was always easy to catch on to. His footsteps.

If someone was about to come into the room, I could tell who it was before they even got near the door.

That's just how I am. Its how I work. Sounds, smells, feelings, impulses. I grew up in a tough city and in tough country. When in New York, all you have is family and impulses, but since half of my family has been murdered or are dead from natural causes, I only have my impulses to work with and that's perfectly fine with me. They've kept me alive this far, they can get my husband, daughter, and I farther.

Nonetheless, Niall was furious the day he found that room. He screamed and cursed. His face turned beet red and any sanity he had was gone. I'm sure if he was raised any other way, he would have hurt me without a second thought, but we can thank his mother and father for that. He was brought up right along with his older brother, Greg.

Greg is married, now. Has a gorgeous little boy as well. His wife is a sweetheart. She's very kind and very giving. There's been several times where she'd offer me her coat when I forgot mine at home or in the car, on a freezing day. Of course I'd say no or Niall would strip off one of his layers to give me. Never his coat though. Usually his jacket or hoodie. I was just thankful that my damn limbs wouldn't freeze off.

Greg's wife, Lisa is still very nice. She makes me dinner along with the others when we go over there. We never want her too because she has a child and a husband to take care of. Me and the others could easily cook at home or get something to eat from the drive-thru, but when I want to, Niall tells me I'm acting crazy and that I don't need that fat in my body. I always tell him I'll eat what I want, though. That usually gets him off of my back.

I was laying in the master bedroom of Niall and I's home. We had just finished having sex and quite frankly, he was the best he's ever been. I think its because of the anger that he's felt towards me and the hatred he feels toward Zayn. Which is understandable, I guess. I haven't been the best wife in the world and Niall has done everything for me. Well, except for when he first came back from their tour. I know I did wrong, but he didn't have to berak my heart in front of everyone in that hospital. He could have at least waited until we were alone.