Forgiving Nancy (Last Hangman MC, #5)(2)

“You wouldn’t dare?” I was hoping my voice wouldn’t break, but it did and the smirk that forms on my father’s face tells me that they are far from joking.

“Just try us. We’ll be more than happy to get them out of our good, law abiding neighborhood.” He chuckles.

“They’ve never done anything to you or to this neighborhood! Just because they have a different lifestyle doesn’t make them bad people!” I yell. I’m past the point of caring about how my parents see me and abiding by their strict rules. I’m hurt and heartbroken. I don’t have much choice but to do as they order. I don’t want anything to happen to Bennett and his parents because of my parents’ judgmental thinking.

“Go to your room! NOW!” my father yells at me and points up the stairs behind me.

I begrudgingly make my way back up to my room and face plant my bed before breaking down into uncontrollable sobs. I hate this. I hate my parents. I hate the fact that I let them dictate my life. I hate that I still have to wait a few weeks before I can leave this place.

I’m not sure how long I cry for, but the sound of my phone ringing next to me brings me out of my dark and depressed thoughts. I look at the screen and smile as I see Bennett’s name. My smile is short lived as I remember what I have to do. I slide my thumb across the screen to answer the call and put the phone to my ear.

“Hey, Babe,” I murmur sadly.

“Hey, my Gorgeous Girl. You sound sad. What’s wrong?” I cheer up slightly upon hearing his deep sexy voice.

“My parents know.” I sigh.

“Fuck.” I hear him yell, his voice sounding distant and I’m guessing he’s pulled the phone away from his face. “I’m sorry my Gorgeous Girl.”

“It’s not your fault. I don’t know how they found out though.”

“I’m not sure either, we were always careful and met late enough that no one would be out. Maybe they looked through your phone or put a tracker in it, it wouldn’t surprise me. What did they say?” he asks and I can hear the worry in his voice.

“They want me to break up with you or they will make sure you and your parents end up in prison.” My voice wavers as the little strength I had left vanishes quickly.

“Come to the window,” he says with sadness lacing his voice. I get up and walk over to the window. I smile sadly upon seeing him standing in just his jeans at his bedroom window. The tattoos that cover his arms are on show and I can’t stop myself staring at him, he really is the definition of male perfection. His chuckle brings me back to reality. “It’s rude to stare you know, not that I mind,” he states playfully.

“I wish I could apologize…but it would be a lie.”

“We’ll get through this. We only have a few more of weeks of waiting until you’re done with school and then we can leave.” He places his palm against his window. I do the same, wishing it was him that I was touching, instead of the cold, hard glass of my window.

“I hope you’re right.” I sigh.

“Don’t you want to leave with me? I thought that’s what you wanted.” He looks at me with a scared and wounded expression.

“Of course it’s what I want. But their threat worries me. Why wouldn’t they want me to be happy? Why do they have to be such judgmental *s?”

“Trust me, Gorgeous Girl. Life isn’t easy; it throws shit at you that you have no option but to confront it. It’s only three weeks, we can do this. My parents and I have to go out of town for a couple of days so at least there’ll be less temptation for us to sneak out. Maybe we should slow down until they get off your back. Although it’s really difficult to not just take you with me, but then it’d be kidnapping and I’d be in deep shit. It’d be so worth it though.” He chuckles.

“You’re crazy, you know that?” I tell him whilst shaking my head.

“I know, that’s why you love me.” He smirks.

“I do. I’ll always love you.” I murmur with a small smile.

“I’ll hold you to that.”

“You don’t have to worry about that.”

“Who’s reassuring who now?” He raises a cocky eyebrow at me.

“Admit it, you needed to hear it.”

“Alright, alright, you’re right.” He shrugs. “Graduation day, I’ll be waiting by the big oak tree at the back of the school. We’ll leave then and ride off into the sunset.”

“That sounds so romantic, too romantic for you. What did you do to my Bennett?”

“Your Bennett.” His voice comes in a breathy whisper and it sends a shiver down my spine.

“Yes, my Bennett, what have you done to him?” I ask and let out a small laugh.

“I’ll always be yours, and you know half of me is a hopeless romantic. It’s just that the other part is a bit of an *.” He laughs.

“That’s why I love you.” I giggle.

“I know you do, I love you too. Always. This is not goodbye.”

“No, this is see you later.”

“Yes, my Gorgeous Girl. Graduation. I’ll be there.”

“I’ll be there too.” I hear some noise in the background and someone calling for him to get his ass downstairs.