She's not Afraid

Charlie Evergreen isn't your average 19 year old. She was taken when she was thirteen, kidnapped by some of her closest friends. She was taken to a secret compound, far in the merciless regions of the Mojave Desert.
That's when the truth came out. That almost 500 children are taken every year, mostly from poorer homes. The agency Charlie was at, had missions to retrieve those kids, to step in when the police failed.
So she joins. When she turns 19, she gets a mission. To kidnap Niall Horan, world-famous boy band star, and recruit him. How hard can it be?


25. Chapter 25


  Its been three weeks. Three weeks since Niall and I got back together. Its been magical. Niall's done everything, just to make sure I won't leave him again.

        Does he know how much it hurts? Every sweet move he makes; tucking my hair behind my ear, kissing my cheek; adds to my guilt.

        Guilt is a demon. It's come to the point where I can't even look Niall in the eye. He worries and frets, thinking I am rethinking forgiving him. Then, I approach him, and apologize.

        Circles and circles repeat. I rarely see the girls anymore. Even we've became distant. All of us have been stretched in all directions. Date after date after date, they went on.

        Every day used to be so special. Now it seems like watching reruns of a show you used to watch that you don't like anymore. The overall spice of our lives had faded to a small, dull taste.

        It was decided. Last night, I called the girls to a meeting. I remember every detail. Sydney had been a tad confused, Sara wanted to put it off as long as possible, and Chloe just didn't care. Megan was silent.

        I refused to put it off. I told them "It's like ripping off a Band-Aid. You have to do it fast." No one could argue with my philosophy there.

        Tonight was the night. The stupid night where I'd kidnap Niall, and take him away. I dreaded it so much. I had a thousand pounds of guilt weighing me down, just below my naval.

        It was three o' clock now. It was time for Phase One. I put my fingernails to my lips, nibbling at my already stubbed nails. Any more biting would probably result in blood.
        I found my phone, nervously clicking Niall's contact. I waited and waited for him to pick up. He did so with a bright "Hi!"

        I smiled softly at his happy tone. I didn't want to ruin it. I'd rather preserve it. "Hi Niall." I say. I hear Niall shift his phone to the other ear "What's up?"

        I rarely ever call Niall. I mean, we see each other practically every day. Then we text a lot. Between meals, in the middle of the night, you name it, Niall has texted me then. So me calling him does prompt What's up?

        "I had an idea." I said, trying to steady my voice. "Well, I want to hear this incredibly intelligent idea." Niall said. I laughed a bit "What makes you believe it's smart?"

        Niall replied "Because I know your intellectual capacities, Miss Evergreen." It sounds strange, my last name. I mean, I rarely use it.

        "It's actually very simple. It astonishes me that no one has came up with it yet." I said flatly. Niall chuckled "Go on then. Don't leave me hanging."

        Oh Niall. I think I don't want to leave you at all. "A quintet date." I say, bluntly. Niall takes a moment to respond "Well, okay."

        I am startled by his readily available agreeableness. "So, you are okay with it?" I ask, hesitant. "Charlie, it's just a date." Niall says, utterly carefree. I force a laugh "Yeah, just a date."


        It's almost time. I study myself in the bathroom mirror. I was wearing a light gray skirt with a pearly white blouse, cinched with a thick black belt around my waist. I was wearing heels.

        There was more to my outfit then meets the eye. Secured within the internal,  pockets in my skirt, is a handgun and two cases of bullets. The belt I wore had a sheath along it's inside. The sheath was sideways, easily hiding the knife inside. A chloroform riddled cloth was in my purse.

        God forbid I ever have to use any of that. I am not hurting Niall, Louis, Harry, Zayn, or Liam. They've been nothing but kind and forgiving to me.

        I wait nervously. I walk around the house, reminding myself of memories. The couch where Sydney and Louis pranked us. The shirt Harry left over here.

        Some memories were more subtle. The scratch mark left on the wall when Sara was practicing her knife throwing, and she missed her target. The stain on the carpet from when Zayn dropped a can of paint when he and Chloe redecorated the basement.

        I heard a noise behind me, and I saw forlorn versions of Chloe, Sydney, Sara and Megan. Megan said she wanted to get ready over here, but in reality, she was stocking up on weapons.

        "I-" Sara says, but her voice cracks. She clears her throat "I can't believe this is over." I nod, tears filling up my eyes. "What if they hate us?" Chloe asks.

        "We can't assume so." Sydney said, but I could tell she didn't believe it herself. "Let's get it done." Megan said quietly. In a saddened silence, we walked the fifty feet to the One Direction mansion. I closed the door with an air of finality behind me.

        When we reached there, every girl was enveloped in their boyfriend's arms. I could tell they tried to savor it, as did I. I marked everything permanently in my brain.

        The smell of leather in Niall's neck, the way his arms felt so secure, etc. They seemed so immeasurably sweet. I was breaking inside as he let me go.

        His azure eyes were ablaze in light. "You look stunning!" Niall complimented. I smiled "Thank you so much." I kiss his cheek.

        I see him blush. A similar heat forms in my face too. "I bet the food will be amazing." Niall said. I nod. I glanced at the clock 7:20. Our ride, two agents, Miranda and her boyfriend Mitchell, would be here in ten minutes.

        As if on cue, the five of us met eye contact. I let my chin fall for a second, before raising it up again, a definite nod. I opened my purse, as if I was searching for something.

        I closed my trembling hand around the white cloth. Niall's eyebrows knitted together, confused, as I lifted it out. Squeezing my eyes shut, I slammed the cloth under his nose.

        He was too surprised to struggle. I slipped behind him, holding him in the gentlest headlock possible. He struggled a bit, before falling.

        As I look at his almost lifeless body, I see his eyes. They no longer glimmer with excitement. They no longer look like those of a little boy. They are furious.

        They ask the questions his mouth cannot. His eye color hardens darker, then he ever so slightly raises his eyebrows in hurt.

        Holding back the tears, I study the room. Sara and Chloe hold their cloths in their hands. Sydney and Megan hold canisters, seeing as they used the aerosol version. One thing is common. Everyone is holding back tears.

        "I-I c-can't believe-" Sydney whispers. She chokes up, furiously wiping below her eyelashes. I nod, my lip trembling. This feels like a nightmare, and I long to wake up

        I hear a car honk outside. It's Miranda and Mitchell. I look at Niall's limp body. Sighing, I drape one of his arms around my shoulders, supporting him.

        We go to the car, each struggling with her own burden. We reach the black truck. "HELLO!" Miranda says. She sees our forlorn faces and her own face softens.

        With Miranda and Mitchell's help, we load the boys in back. I lay Niall down, trying to make him as comfortable as possible.

        The back of the truck doesn't have any seats, or equipment. It's only a box, come to think of it. Mitchell starts the truck, and we make our way from the house.

        The back of the doors has a small window. I peer at the darkened homes we just left. I never will see them again. It's sound alien, so I banish the thought.

        We hit a speed bump and the bodies twitch. Sydney does it first. She goes over to Louis and puts his head in her lap. Soon, we all sit with our backs to the wall and our boyfriends using our laps as pillows.

        I stroke Niall's hair from his face. His face is milky pale, his eyes shut. I sigh and close my eyes. I release the tension from my body, and I soon drift off to sleep.

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