Hostages (Book 2)

*Mature 16+* Chapter 48

"I got it." I sheepishly interrupted him then reached for the hem of the shirt they changed me into and rolled it up while scooting further on the bed and laying down once the shirt was rolled up to the bottom of my bra. I kept my eyes anywhere but on Niall as he sat on the bed and faced me, facing my stomach and started to peeling off the soiled gauze pad.

"Can you feel this?" Niall asked then nudge my side I'm guessing because my body moved.

I shook my head then shut my eyes as the stitching began. Niall's cool hands due to the blaring AC coming in contact with my skin, I couldn't help but think of all the information that overwhelmed me sending me into a emotional panic attack. The horrid secret of my parents and Zachary is probably what caused me to pass out then to top it off, the cold hostility everyone was giving Niall. That made me more pissed than sad if anything. The nasty glares and spitting attitude towards Niall was uncalled for when they completely ignored the facts that it wasn't his fault. It was the disorder and that was the main and probably only reason Niall did what he did, he's trying to change and do better and it was like they didn't care.

Niall did it and that's all that mattered. What kind of logic is that?

I don't know what's with them and holding everyone's past against them for eternity but like I did for Zachary, I'll put them in their place every time they try to roast Niall for something he regrets.

Then Zachary. . . He built our relationship on a lie like Ian pointed out. My parents was behind his traumatic experience and he planned to degrade me or whatever as revenge. Rather he backed out on the plan or not, that was beyond wrong and shouldn't have been a thought for Zachary to do in the first place cause I had nothing to do with it. And then he was gonna do that after he found out that I was robbed of my parents as well, did he not care about how my little self could of been taking that? But his revenge was all that mattered.

And this entire time I thought I was important, special, that made Zachary like me over the ' perfect sister ' but he just chose one of us to belittle then after hours of stalking me, got attached. He knew his plan was wrong that's why he made up a different story but he could of at least told me, I probably would of took it differently. . . Okay maybe not. But I would of forgave Zachary if he told me and not have it come from someone else. A person that I despise.

But Zachary was there when no one was, he helped me when no one could, he loved me when I thought no one did after the T's died. And that can't be erased.

Then the new information about the fate Zachary and Niall face. And that's why I say it changes everything. It just changed alot. And now that I think of it, I should be wondering how Niall's taking Louis's rude approach.

"Niall are you okay? About--From that whole dinner and everything." I quietly asked him with my eyelids still closed.

It took some time before he answered but he cleared his throat and said, "I'm fine."

But when I felt something wet petal my stomach from above I knew something wasn't right. I couldn't have blood dripping from above the cuts. My face twitched with confusion before I fluttered my eyes open and looked at Niall, my face frowned when I saw tears crystallizing his blue eyes.

"Ni--" I tried to sit up but he placed a hand on my shoulder and firmly put my back to the bed.

"No Aria, stay still."

But I just moved his hand away and sat up anyway, he sighed when our faces came into the way of each other.

"Why are you crying?" I asked genuinely concerned and worried. Niall looked in my eyes and like bullets his tears fell; one after the other.