Hostages (Book 2)

Chapter 42

The sun rose bright, reminding everyone that a new day has started. As you already know, I'm still laying down letting my eyes wander around the room. Niall's arm was still very much tightened around me as if to trap me here but I wasn't complaining, I couldn't complain. But at this time, I let Helena consume my thoughts. How her father found her in a tub filled with her blood then as he held her he saw the bruises, the cuts, probably bone fractures.

And lets not forget the gashes that caused her death, he was a single father so after Helena died it destroyed him. Left him alone and with no one there, he let the anger and revenge get too deep. But had it been Niall's fault? Granted, he caused those bruises and suicidal thoughts but it was his condition that did that. Surely he wouldn't do that if he didn't have OSD.

Niall's accomplishment wasn't death, he only wanted her to obey. Which sounds terribly controlling don't even get me started but he didn't want her to kill herself, that was her way. She saw that as her only way out (I know the feeling), you can't blame him for someone else's choice. We can't blame Niall for Helena not having a voice to tell her to not cut herself the day she decided to take her own life, and that happened years ago and he isn't that person anymore. I can't hold his past against him, everyone has past demons that they prefer to forget about including myself so who would I be to hold it against him.

Niall said he was going to be better, I can't bring up one of the things he regrets ever doing. He wants a new start.

NIALL'S POV

The stupid sun has now made itself my arch nemesis from waking me up in probably the best sleep I will ever have. It snapped me out the spell that her scent, softness, sleep mumbles and overall presence has put me under. This has been counted as the second time I had her by my side in my sleep and the sun had to destroy that, I pushed my legs through hers to fully tangled us together. Her legs were so soft! They're and so smooth!

I pulled more into me as I inhaled the smooth skin coated on her neck; pineapple. She was like a life size teddy bear, no matter how hard I squeezed I never came across a bone. I could stay like this forever, my hand that was in front her turned over to clasp hers and when I held it I still though she was sleep. Until she welcomed my hand in hers.

"Niall?"

I don't know what you would call her voice but I began to her accent when she said my name, despite the emotions she sometimes mixed with it.

"Good morning Aria." I spoke from her shoulder.

I know it's a good morning for me. It went silent and still after that until she started to stir, she moved away to turn around. She looked up at me--since I lifted my head to rest on my propped hand--with puffy eyes. All the crying she did yesterday had it's effect but it didn't change from her brown eyes twinkling from the sun rays on the bed, she was gorgeous. Regardless of her just waking up, she still had the most beautiful appearance.

"I forgive you."

Those 3 words snapped me out the trance her beauty brought me in. I looked up in her eyes that I saw was still on me, "For what?"

She's not saying that for what I think, right? I hope she is.

She blew out a shaky breath. "For everything." She is. "For the breaking my wrist, for choking me, for the cuts I had to put Neosporin on, for the bruises that I had to tend to and for the ones that are still there. I forgive you for hurtful words you used, I forgive you for everything you did because I know you couldn't help it."

I let my tense body stay quiet as her eyes glossed over and she went on.

"But not for just me. I forgive you for all the others you hurt before me, I won't look back in the past. I forgive you for the emotions you gave me causing me to cut, for the threats--"