She looks so different from last night, she looks like my Gorgeous Girl again. Her long brown hair flows in the soft breeze as her light, green eyes pierce into my soul as our gazes meet. Those eyes. They’ve been haunting me since day one. I take her in and see that she really hasn’t changed that much. Sure she’s a few years older, but she still has that innocence about her that would make you say yes to anything she asked, even if it’s the vilest and most fucked up thing. Her curves are out of this world, her hips and ass look magnificent in those jeans and her top is hugging her boobs perfectly. How I wish I was that shirt right now. She’s perfect. She’s not tall, but her legs go on for miles and I remember the last time they were wrapped around my waist all too clearly. I hear Gabe call something about ringing him when she needs a ride back. Fuck that shit, I’ll take care of her.
As he leaves, Nancy and I both take one step at a time towards each other. I don’t waste a second and when she’s within reach I pull her to me, reveling in the feeling of her small body against my much larger frame. She wraps her arms and legs around me, holding on for dear life.
Her legs wrapped around my waist send thoughts of them wrapped around me as we were having sex the last time invade my mind and I get hard instantly. It wasn’t all about sex with us, but I can’t help thinking about it now with her thighs gripping me like a vice.
I don’t waste any more time and walk back to the cabin, kicking the door shut behind me. Call me a pussy, but having her in my arms, crying is bringing me to my knees. I get why she’s crying. I feel the same way; my heart is swelling and overflowing with emotions. I never thought I’d ever have her back in my life much less in my arms. I love my Gorgeous Girl. There’s so much I want to do right now, but I know she didn’t come all the way out here for a quick fuck. Instead, I sit down on the couch with Nancy on my lap.
“My Gorgeous Girl,” I whisper and I hear her breath hitch.
“I never thought I would hear you call me that again,” she whispers.
“I’ll make sure I say it at least once a day.” I smile and brush her hair away from her face.
“Who says I’m staying?” Fucking hell, she knows how to shit on my hopes.
“You really think I’m letting you out of my sight again?” I brush my knuckles on her cheek. God her skin is still as soft as it was before. My heartbeat quickens when she leans into my touch.
“No. I wouldn’t expect you to anyway. I was just testing you.” She kisses my wrist before holding my hand to her cheek.
“I’ll be testing you alright.” I playfully smack her ass and she winces. “Shit, are you okay? Did I smack you too hard?” I ask, worried that I’ve hurt her.
“No.” She sighs.
“What happened?” I frown.
“It’s a long story.” She looks down at my tattooed stomach before brushing her fingers against the ink.
“Tell me.” I demand softly, lifting her chin so I can see her eyes.
“I’m not sure it’s something you’ll want to hear.”
“Did you tell Gabe? Or anyone else?”
“No. If I have to tell someone what happened then I want you to be the one to hear it.”
“Why?”
“It would save me having to repeat myself multiple times,” she chuckles softly, but there’s no humor in her tone. “In all seriousness it’s because I wanted you to be the first one to hear it because people will still expect me to tell them. It’s not a happy fairy tale, Bennett.” She looks up at me and I can see that dark thoughts that are clouding her mind.
“You don’t owe me anything, Gorgeous Girl, but I’m here if you want to talk about it.” I kiss her forehead and see a soft shade of pink appear on her cheeks as I pull away. “I can still make you blush. You will always be my innocent little girl.”
“I could make you blush with all the things I’ve had to do.” She has a defiant look on her face, but her words turn my blood to ice.
“I’m all ears.” I lace our fingers together and rest our hands on her thighs.
“Here goes nothing.” She sighs and starts talking.
And fucking hell, I wasn’t prepared for any of it…
CHAPTER 12
Nancy
I take a deep breath before I begin. He deserves to know, but it doesn’t make it any easier to confess my sins of the past five years, especially since I can tell that there’s a part of him that doesn’t want to know.
“After I had hung up the phone that night, I took a quick walk to the pond, in hopes I’d sober up so my parents wouldn’t yell at me. I then walked back up the steps to go back in but I fell. I heard a car behind me as I was getting up and dusting myself off, I barely made it up the second step when I felt a large gloved hand cover my mouth and a strong arm wrap around my waist. My arms were pinned to my sides and my attacker’s arm stopped me from moving or putting up a fight. I was shoved into the back of a van and blindfolded, bound and gagged before we drove away.
“I think at some point I lost consciousness and I had no idea how much time had passed or how far we had traveled. When we finally stopped and I was dragged inside a huge house. I was terrified. I had no idea who these people were or what they wanted from me. We walked for a few minutes and went through a couple of doors. I remember thinking that my parents were behind all of it to scare me into obeying them but that wasn’t the case. When I was forced through the final door, the atmosphere changed, the place smelled homey and flowery which was confusing but reassuring at the same time. Once the binds and blindfold were removed, I was in for a shock. Stretched out in front of me was a long pink hallway lined with doors on either side, soft sensual music was playing overhead and a few guards were dispersed along the hallway to make sure the girls wouldn’t try to escape and also so the men didn’t stay longer than what they paid for.” I sigh and look down, feeling ashamed of what happened next.
“You were forced into prostitution?” Bennett asks with anger and sadness in his voice.
I nod. “They didn’t care that I was under age, their pimp used that to his advantage and fucked me until I turned eighteen. The first day I was forced to fuck other people, I had to fuck three men during the day,” I say, disgust lacing my voice.
“Motherfucker. I’m going to kill whoever did this with my fucking bare hands,” Bennett bellows, moving me off of him and onto the couch before getting up and pacing the room.
“I shouldn’t have told you,” I say softly, more to myself than him.
“Don’t you dare say that, I’m glad you fucking told me! Is there more?”
“Yes.”
“Fuck! Go on.” He stops pacing and sits on the coffee table in front of me, his gaze piercing me. His body tenses and his right knee bounces as he prepares himself for what I have to say next.
“Are you sure?” I look up at him and see the distress in his eyes and it breaks my heart.
“Yes. I need to know.”
“Alright.” I sigh and take another deep breath before continuing. “For a while I was just used in house. Men would come to me and I’d have to fuck them. The pimp would rack up all the money and we’d never see a cent of it. We weren’t allowed to leave the hallway and if we did or tried to then we were beaten. Our so called ‘rooms’ were three by four cubicles with a door a bed and a nightstand filled with toys. Our clothes were given to us only when we needed them, and there were only two bathrooms for twenty of us to share. I wasn’t even the youngest one there. I felt violated and dirty and like I was being rap-”
“Because you fucking were, Nancy!” He stands up, looking ready to hit something or somebody. I can feel the rage emanating from him but I carry on, needing to get it all out now.
“That’s how I felt and it took me a while to get to past the point where I didn’t care anymore and I started making the first move. In my mind, if I was the one making the move then I was in control and it wasn’t rape, so that’s what I did. I hated every single second of it, but I refused to be the victim anymore. I
hated myself more and more at the end of each day but I had to do it to survive. You have no idea how hard it is to live with yourself when you know you are forced to do something you despise every day. It makes you feel physically sick and dirty. It made me want to end my life so many times.
“Things got worse after they decided to send us to the client’s house as well as having them visit us. That’s when the weird shit started to happen, but it brought in more money and that’s all they cared about. The first girl who was sent out on a home visit, as they like to call them, came back bloodied and bruised. The guy was into beating women but they didn’t care as long as it meant more money was coming in, soon after we were all sent out on home visits. I was always lucky but most of my ‘clients’ weren’t that way inclined, but some were into fucked up shit.” I rub my face trying to rid myself of the memories, hating the fact that I have to relive this.
“Like what?” Bennett asks softly.
“Being choked, gagged, flogged, bondage stuff and shit like that. It was hard to keep going but I had to. I didn’t want my life to be over yet, I wanted to know what the future held for me. I could’ve killed myself so many times, but I chose not to.”
“Why? I mean I’m fucking glad you didn’t, but how did you manage to make it out of there mentally and somewhat physically unscathed?”
“I’m damaged but I’m still here because of you.” I squeeze his hand
“Because of me?”
I nod. “Yes, thinking of you and the possibility that I might see you again gave me enough strength to keep going. Some days were harder than others but I managed. I can’t say the same for all of the girls though. There are only four girls left that were there when I first arrived. Some of the girls learn to enjoy it but some can’t handle it. Seeing new girls being brought in the rooms that were occupied the night before was common occurrence. We all knew what had happened. Most of the girls that committed suicide did it at their clients’ house because there was easier access to knives. It was also a final fuck you because the client would have to live with the knowledge that someone killed themselves in their house because of their deprived tendencies.”
“What made you choose to escape?”
“I had been thinking about it. Doing what I was doing was slowly destroying me and I could barely recognize myself anymore. That wasn’t me, it wasn’t the Nancy I was supposed to be. I knew I had to give it a try when I was at a client’s house and I woke up yesterday knowing that that was the day I was going to do it. It was a do or die situation because the pimp kept threatening me. He kept telling me that I should be more outgoing and friendly with the men and that I should do as I was told, whatever I was told to do. You know me and my big mouth; besides for my parents, it’s impossible for me to shut up. I knew they were going to kill me sooner rather than later so I had to escape. I was going to try to find somewhere safe where I could call the cops but I ran into you and well, you know the rest.”
“Fuck me.” He shakes his head and rubs his neck.
“Too soon, Bennett.” I joke, which earns me a small smile.
“Mad woman.” He sits back on the couch and pulls me into his arms.
“What’s new?” I ask as I look up at him.
“True. What happened to you last night? You were covered in blood.” He gives me a pained stare; I feel for him, having to see me in the mess I was in probably took its toll on him. I hate to see him looking like this and I hate it even more that I can’t remember exactly what happened.
“I’m not sure.”
“What do you mean?” He looks at me with a confused expression on his face.
“I think the client spiked my drink. I vaguely remember getting there and having a drink but then nothing. The next thing I remember is running into you.”
“Best thing that’s happened to me in the past five years.” He sighs.
“I’m sure you’ve had some good moments over the years.”
“They were all dull because you weren’t there.”
“I didn’t peg you to be this sappy, Bennett.” I tease.
“Shut up.” He chuckles and tightens his hold on me slightly as if he’s scared I’ll disappear again.
“I’d say ‘make me’ but knowing you, you would and it wouldn’t be in a good way.” I grin messing with him.
“I’m hurt; you have no faith in me.” He shakes his head before nuzzling my neck. “I missed this.”
“We never had this.” I sigh.
“I know but I missed holding you. It feels good to be with you without being afraid someone will see us and tell your parents.”
“It does. So you were looking for me?” I kiss his head before resting mine on his chest.
“Yeah, your parents called me last night th-”
“They what?” I shriek.
“Fuck! Nancy, my ears.”
“Sorry.” I grin apologetically.
“I’ll forgive you this time. They called me and asked me to look for you because the cops stopped looking for you a couple of years ago.”
“Why would they ask you? And I know that they buried me, so why decide to look for me now? How did my evil mother sound? Did she seem like she really cared?”
“I don’t know, Gorgeous Girl. But it was weird to hear from your mother. She sounded mildly interested in finding you; I don’t know her motives. All I know is that they’re looking for you and know you’re still alive, someone’s been sending them recent pictures of you. That’s how we managed to find you, kind of.”
“Pictures? I had no idea someone was taking pictures of me, what kind of pictures? Please don’t tell them you’ve found me. I don’t want anything to do with them.” I frown in anger.
“You don’t want to know. You’re going to get a wrinkly forehead if you keep doing that.” He chuckles and I slap his chest.
“Stop it! I mean it, please don’t tell them.”
“I promise, I won’t tell them, my Gorgeous Girl.” I swoon when I hear my old nickname; I love it when he calls me that.
“I’ll never tire of hearing you call me that.”
“My Gorgeous Girl.” He kisses my temple.
“I’m here.”
“Yes, you are.” He beams, looking a lot more serene than a few minutes ago. “I’m glad you told me.”
“I felt like I owed it to you.”
“You didn’t owe me anything.”
“I’m glad we have each other back.”
“Me too. I’m going to keep you all to myself and never let you go”
“Not even when I have to use the bathroom?” I gasp looking at him with a shocked look.
“You always have to ruin a romantic moment.” He shakes his head at me.
“I don’t want you to ever let me go.”
“Really?”
“Really, really.”
“You have no idea how happy this makes me to hear you say that.” He sighs happily and pulls me closer to him.
“I can imagine.” I smile and cuddle into him, enjoying being able to touch him once again.
Well that went better than I thought. I don’t know why I got myself worked up about it; Bennett always had the ability to lighten a dark conversation. I know inside it’s killing him what happened to me but I’m glad he’s being supportive and isn’t being too irrational. Talking with him was a good way of getting rid of some of the weight that was on my shoulders, but not all of it. I couldn’t tell him all of it.
I feel horrible keeping some important details from him, but there’s no way I can tell him, it would crush him. I can only hope that when he does find out he’ll be able to forgive me for keeping it from me. But until that happens, I’m going to enjoy the time I have with him and cherish every memory we make, who knows what’s going to happen in the future.
CHAPTER 13
Bennett
Fuck it all to hell.
I can’t believe what I’m hearing. How the fuck did she live through all that shit? The motherfucker behind this is
dead the second I find him. I’m trying not to let the rage I’m feeling show, but it’s fucking hard to calm yourself when an inferno is coursing through your veins. I hate knowing that other men have been with her, even if she didn’t enjoy it, she’s mine and mine alone. The knowledge that people used and abused her and that she had to endure it to save her life makes me sick but I have to keep a straight face and hide how much it’s killing me.
We’ve been cuddling on the couch for an hour now and I’m pretty sure I should speak, but I have no idea what to say. Nothing I could say will help ease or erase the past. What surprises me the most is her positive attitude. Either she’s made peace with what happened and knows that nothing can change it or she’s hiding something more from me.
“You’re awfully quiet, Bennett.” The sound of Nancy’s voice brings me out of my thoughts.
“Sorry, got lost in my brain.” I look down at her and brush the hair from her beautiful face so I can see her.
“What were they about?” She asks as she nuzzles my hand.
“Nothing interesting.” I try to act nonchalant, but clearly I’m not the Oscar winning actor I thought I was.
“I’m not stupid, Bennett. You’re acting as if nothing’s happened, besides getting angry at first you haven’t shown me any emotion. Either you don’t care or you’re full of shit.” She glares at me with such intensity and I know I’m busted.
“I took a shit this morning so I’m good at the moment.” I grin messing with her.
“Don’t play with me.” She sits up and maneuvers herself until she’s straddling my thighs.
“I’m not but now that you’re sitting on my dick I’m getting all kinds of good thoughts.” I smirk and trail my fingers up her thighs.
“Stop it.” She reprimands me and slaps my hands away.
“Spoilsport.”
“Speak, now.” She folds her arms over her chest probably to make herself look tougher but really it’s just making her boobs look bigger. “Eyes up here, Pervert.” She groans.
“Alright, alright, I was just thinking about what you were forced to do and how unaffected you are about it all.”
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