Forgiving Nancy (Last Hangman MC, #5)(7)

CHAPTER 2



Nancy

Do you ever wonder how different your life would be if just one event hadn’t have happened? I constantly spend my days wondering what my life would be like if I hadn’t have been taken that night. If I had been more insistent for Bennett to pick me up and hadn’t have drunken so much that I needed to get some air, would Bennett and I still be together? Would we have a family? A home? Pets? I have so many unanswered questions running around my mind that I will never have the answers to. Sometimes I think it’s better that way. But no matter how I hard I try to put them from my mind, they always find their way back to my mind.

I was kidnapped five years ago now and my life was turn upside down. I became a prisoner, trapped in a life I never could have imagined myself in. I don’t recognize myself anymore; both physically and mentally. Despite constantly letting my overprotective parents getting the best of me, I always thought I was a pretty strong person. Turns out I’m not, not even close.

There are days where I wish I was dead. My life has been a living hell for the past four years and as crazy as it sounds, a small part of me is relieved. Whilst I am a prisoner here, being a prisoner in my own home surrounded by people who were supposed to love me is heartbreaking. I can’t be disappointed here, I know what to expect, but back there I’d wake up every day hoping that it would be the day my parents looked at me with love in their eyes and every day I woke up disappointed. I often find myself wondering if they’re still looking for me, or whether they think that I’m either dead or ran away so they don’t have to deal with a disappointing child. Did they look for me when I didn’t return to the party? Did they search because they actually cared or because it was the appropriate thing to do? I f*cking hate all of these unanswered questions.

I daydream too much about what my reunion with them and Bennett would be like if I ever make it out of here. Whilst I have no problem imagining the one with Bennett, I fail to see how it would go with my parents. I didn’t love them and they didn’t love me. Our relationship suffered the moment they joined their country club. I’m not sure what they would have done if I had left with Bennett, would we have kept in touch or would have they sent the cops after us? Would they have tried to ruin us?

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After what seems like forever the van stops and the sliding door opens. I have no idea where we are or how long we’ve been driving, but I have spent every second trying to figure out why I was taken in the first place.

Two sets of strong hands lift me up and carry me outside the van.

“Steady,” I hear another voice say as I’m set down on my feet. He doesn’t sound as aggressive as the man who was shouting at me earlier.

“Let’s go. The boss is waiting for us,” Shouty guy says.

I try to walk but my legs refuse to move or even keep me upright. I don’t know if it’s the alcohol or the fact that I have no focus point thanks to the blindfold.

I feel two hands on my shoulders push me forward until we stop at what I assume is a door. I hear a lock turn before I’m being shoved inside a building of some kind. At least, I’m assuming it’s a building because I can no longer feel the chilling breeze, nor do I hear any sound around me.

We walk for a good few minutes before the hands still gripping my shoulders stop me again. I hear someone fiddle with another key and a lock before a door opens slowly. My reaction to the situation is shocking me, I’m can’t seem to bring myself to put up any kind of fight. I’m too scared to even move. If I struggle then I might antagonize them and who knows what they would do to me. A small part of me is still thinking that this is a trick and any second now my parents will jump out in front of me with smirks on their faces. That has to be it. I wouldn’t put it past them, they could genuinely be behind this with the intentions of scaring me into complete submission.

My heart drops as I’m pushed forward. When I step through the doorway I’m hit with a feminine, flowery smell. I’m confused. I don’t recognize the smell but it’s quite pleasant and calming, like a motherly scent. This doesn’t make sense, surely I should be somewhere that smells damp and like old sweaty men? My binds, blindfold and gag are suddenly removed, but the strong hands are still very much holding on to me.

It takes a minute for my eyes to adjust to the blinding light. When I manage to open my eyes a scene from a horror film is set out in front of me.

Soft music is playing in the background. What should be pleasant sounding music is actually ominous. The place in its own isn’t scary, there’s a long pink hallway lined with doors and a few guards dispersed along it. There are no doors to the rooms making it easy for anyone walking around to see what’s going on. The scary part is what’s happening in the room to my left. I see a girl, not much older than me, staring blankly and moaning as a heavyset man pounds into her from behind.

Shit, this is what my reality is about to become.

My parents aren’t behind this.

I have no idea who is and I’m not sure I want to know anymore.

“Move,” the rough voice of the guy who grabbed me says next to me. I daren’t look at the person as I comply with his order.

The two men lead me into a blueish/grey room that contains a king size bed which sits in the middle facing the door with a nightstand on each side. I look around and see that there’s a wardrobe resting against the left wall and a chair in a corner by the door. I don’t realize my captors have let go of me until another smaller hand grabs hold of my arm and forces me over to the bed.