Chapter 23

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I wake slowly my head is aching I think its bruised I try to move my hand to feel for a bump, but my hands won't move it feels like rope, where am I, when I open my eyes its black all black, I hate not knowing and that makes me panic. I start struggling pulling at the ropes on my hands they won't budge whoever did these knew what they were doing. I try to shout out instead but my voice isn't working there's something covering my mouth duct tape I think, I struggle more at my restrains but it's no use, a far door slams shut and there's a whispered conversation going on I can't quite hear what their saying though. This scares me the most, I start to pull and tug at the ropes I try to bite the tape, I do everything. I must have been trying pretty hard because I don't hear the guys footsteps till he's right behind me whispering in my ear.

"Mandy I wouldn't struggle if I were you your just going to make it worse for yourself"
The voice send chills down my spine.
"Mm mm", I can't speak but I know exactly who it is
"ah you want some help shall I take this ugly tape off you never did suit black"
The tape is ripped off and I can feel my skin burning and stinging
"why are you doing this"
"because I have to Mandy"
"take the stuff off my eyes"
"sorry Mandy I can't do that, I have to cover your mouth again until the boss wants to speak with you"
"oh so he's boss now"
"he always was"
"what"
"you never thought I actually liked him did you"
"and anyway those tiny stupid tasks weren't going to help Reece, Toby just wanted to see you with Reece"
"you have got to be joking me"
"wish I could say that Mandy but sadly no"
"Alex please stop this let me go Toby is going to really hurt Reece"
"i know"
"then help me"
"i want Reece hurt"
"why though"
"because he was mine not yours"
"so hurt me then"
"oh i will once im told i can but for now i want to play with my food before eating it"
"alex what did i do"
"well lets say that just before he took your diary we hooked up and because he wanted to get closer to me but he had to go and find your stupid diary didn't he and he had to read all your entries and he loved them obviously, and i helped you talk to him because i didnt want you to know i made you pretty i made you you"
"you always were the dramatic one weren't you, you actually had to go as far as to doing all of this so you could get back at me and Reece and look where we are now Reece is going to come looking for me and we are going to be happy and you are going to be miserable for the rest of your life"

She slaps me in the face over and over again taking her anger out on my cheek, i take it because there's nothing i can do,once she has finished she sticks the tape back on, and walks of murmuring to herself. It did make me wonder though is that true or did she just make that up im scared now not because im tied to a chair but im scared for Reece if they've got me there going to use me to get him.

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Reece's p.o.v                  

Where is she, she better not be playing games with me, yesterday I remember driving her to see Alex in her new car, Alex looked happy but in a weird way to see her, but I dropped Mandy off anyway, about 2 hours later I picked Mandy up from the same place she looked happy and she wouldn't stop talking about how happy she was that they had made up, and she had thanked me again about the lessons and rescheduling them to until her mum was better.
That night I cooked us dinner of pasta, my mum had taken Emily out for the night. We watched films, I had asked her if she wanted to sleep with me in by bed but she had said no, now I wished I had slept in her room with her maybe she would be here somewhere.

"Mandy stop playing games it's not funny anymore"
No answer again something's wrong I can feel it, I go back up to her room to look for clues, I don't see anything at first until I see her window open and a note attached to the handle, I literally sprint over to it and grab the note, it's not in her handwriting (I read her whole diary I know her handwriting), it's not my mums or Emily's so who's could it be, I read the note eventually instead of looking at the first word for handwriting.

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