Forgiving Nancy (Last Hangman MC, #5)(66)
I landed a few minutes ago and I’m waiting to get a taxi to my parents’. I look at the line in front of me and sigh. This is gonna take forever. The longer this takes the longer it’ll be before I get back to Bennett.
I intentionally left my note to Bennett vague so he didn’t know where I was going or what I was going to do, I couldn’t risk him following me out here. I know my parents would make good on their threats if he so much as stepped foot in Pinehurst.
It’s finally my turn for a taxi and I jump in whilst giving the driver my parent’s address in a shaky voice. He tries to make small talk, but I’m too focused on the task ahead to answer. The drive over isn’t long enough to my liking and before I know it we’ve pulled up outside my childhood home. I don’t feel ready to face them, but I don’t have much choice, I’ve made my choice and now it’s time to follow through. I pay the taxi driver and climb out of the car. My heart is pounding; I feel like I’m going to throw up but my determination to tell them the hell I’ve been through gives me a much needed rush of adrenaline. I make my way to the front door and ring the doorbell. The shrillness of the bell makes me jump slightly. I wait for a minute but no one answers. As I’m about to turn around and run for the hills my mother opens the door.
“I see you’ve finally came to your senses.” She smiles but it looks more like a smug grin than a genuine smile.
“Don’t think you won this time, Mother. You didn’t. I’m just doing the sensible thing by coming here to tell you exactly what I’ve been through so you might, you just might, realize that Bennett is the one who saved me. Even though you don’t approve of him, he’ll always be my one and only.” I glare at her and walk past her into the house.
“We’ll see about that,” she mutters quietly but loud enough for me to hear.
We make our way to the kitchen. I look around and see that this place changed so much since I was last here. There are a lot more pictures with me, their attempt to act like heartbroken parents desperate for their long lost and ’dead’ daughter I’m assuming.
“Nancy,” my father greets me formally but the tone in his voice is a lot warmer than my mother’s.
“Father.” I nod at him and sit at the kitchen table.
“It’s such a nice surprise to see you.” He smiles and whilst I never got on with him because he just seemed to worship my mum like she was a god, he actually seems somewhat happy to see me.
“Right. Can we get straight to the point? I have a flight to catch.”
“You’re leaving?” my mother asks clearly unhappy with this news.
“Yes. My boyfriend is in the hospital, he needs me.”
“But as you said he has a lot of friends, surely one of them can take care of him for a couple of days while we catch up,” she insists.
“I’m not going back because I don’t trust them, I’m going back because I want to, and trust me, I want to get this talk about what happened done and over with as quickly as possible.” I tell her bluntly.
“Go on then, we don’t know anything about what happened to you,” my father presses.
“That’s not quite true now is it, Father? I know you’ve seen the pictures so you have some kind of idea. Well, anyway, at that party, I was taken as you know, and I know you blamed Bennett for that because you were fixated on your ‘all bikers are scum’ theory. You know my captors mentioned something when I was there. Ever run into the club the Satan’s Inferno whilst you were there?” I ask my mother and she pales. “That’s what I thought.” Pieces of this f*cked up puzzle are slowly being put together, but there is so much more to uncover. “Anyway, when I was taken, they didn’t wait long before putting me to ‘work’. Their President, Richard, had his turn first and f*cked me until I bleed. I wasn’t a virgin, Bennett was my first, but Richard was so rough that I bled for days.
“And it didn’t stop there! He forced himself onto me a couple of times every day until I turned eighteen, then I wasn’t interesting for him anymore, he only liked jailbait. He let a few of his buddies f*ck me however and whenever they pleased before selling my ‘services’ to their clients. He was a f*cking pimp, Mother. He didn’t care how we were treated as long as it brought him money. Some girls were literally f*cked to death and I’ve watched some of the girls being choked to death whilst they were being f*cked.
“I was hurt and was f*cked too roughly with their dicks or various objects. More often than not I was left wounded and bleeding. I’m not even f*cking sure if I can have kids after everything I’ve been through! My last client beat me with a f*cking spiked paddle! Do you have any idea how much that f*cking hurts? Do you have any idea how it feels to be used and abused every single day for years? You feel like a ghost, like none of it is real and you have to make your mind go to a happy place so you don’t fully comprehend what they are doing to you. It was my own personal level of hell. And do you know what brought me out of that hell? Bennett. My memories of him are the reason I’m still alive today.
“The only good thing you’ve ever done for me was asking Bennett to come look for me. I literally ran into him within thirty minutes of escaping. So don’t f*cking tell me he’s a criminal when he is the only one out of the four of us that is worth anything.” I keep my voice as calm as possible and revel in seeing my mother’s face drop with each word. I don’t know if her reaction is because she actually cares or if it’s because of my carefully chosen words.