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The boot of a car, to be precise.
And it wasn’t mine, because my car didn’t smell like cannabis and tuna.
I’d rather my nose was gagged over my mouth, to be honest. Then I wouldn’t have to experience this putrid scent.
I had no idea where I was. How long had I been out? I had passed out, hadn’t I?
I had to have done. The last thing I remembered was trying to limp away from Shane then being pulled back, and I was pretty sure there was pain before… this.
Waking up in the boot of a moving car.
Great.
I bet he hadn’t thrown my bag in here with me, had he?
Panic bubbled in my throat. I was never getting out of this. Nobody knew where I was. The only hope I had was that Steph went home and called the police after seeing my car.
Oh, fuckballs.
Would she even know it was my car?
She’d never seen my car.
My bag.
My bag was literally the only hope I had. I doubted Shane would have stopped to pick it up, so I hoped it’d fallen somewhere that she’d see it easily.
It wasn’t much.
What was I going to do? I couldn’t believe I’d fucked this up so much. I should have listened to that moment of doubt before I’d rung the doorbell. I should have turned around and gotten back in my car instead of being an idiot.
Even better, I should have told Shane I’d come back later.
God, why hadn’t I suspected him? How could we have overlooked him so completely? He’d seemed like the perfect storybook hero, sweeping in to save his friend who was in an abusive marriage.
We’d even said how weird it was that he’d moved here on a whim, but we’d just carried on like it was normal.
How did we not consider him?
Perfect storybook hero or not, nobody was perfect.
I still didn’t understand. I didn’t know how or why Declan and Shane had ended up at the bed and breakfast or how he thought he’d get away with it.
Especially now.
What if he killed me? Who’d fix up the B&B? Who’d be there to defend Gwen’s cottage pie that they hadn’t even eaten yet?
My God, if I survived this somehow, I was going to eat all the cottage pie she wanted.
The car went over a bump, and pain shot both up my leg from my ankle and across my head. I winced, but every time I bit down, it was onto the fabric Shane had gagged me with.
My teeth felt like they squeaked across it, and I shivered every single time. There was no way to get it out of my mouth, even if I brought up my hands. The rope he’d used to bind my wrists was so tight I could barely move them, and the burn across my skin was already becoming too painful to bear.
Boom.
The car jolted, and a scream tore out of me before I could stop it. The last thing I wanted was to alert Shane to the fact I was awake now, but there was nothing I could do. Adrenaline flooded my body at a rate of knots, and I barely had a moment to calm myself before another huge boom rattled the car.
We stopped.
