Already broken and bruised

Taken

Chapter 3

Nash grabs my shoulders making me stop.

"Calm down I promise I won't hurt you if I don't have to," Nash says sensing me shaking. Which probably wasn't hard considering he had my back pressed up against his chest. After making me stop he pushes me forward again and I see we finally reach the back of the bank. I see a white van come into view, the white vans that you always see and fear but never imagine being in one. I stop and this time Nash runs into me causing his gun to hit me a little harder then I would have liked. I feel a tear slip from my eye as it finally sets in, like really sets in. I'm. Being. Kidnapped. Nash grabs my arm but I rip it away and turn so I'm facing him, only to try to step around him. I know it's not worth it but I have to try, right? If I don't try it shows that I have given up and I can't give up! I have to get back to my mom my siblings even Duncan who yeah might be way better then my real dad. But I still haven't fully trusted him.

Like I thought Nash grabs my arm stopping me from going any farther. I look up at him as he looks down at me, but my stare quickly goes to his gun in the hand so close to me.

"I promise you won't get hurt if you do everything I say, and listen."

"Yeah that's not going to happen," I say as I rip my arm away again and turn back to the now opened door of the van. Like a hole that will eat me the minute I enter. Still frozen, I can't bring myself to get in.

"Get in," Nash says to me as Joey goes around and gets in the drivers seat.

"You know you could just let me go. I can act stupid say I don't remember anything that you didn't hurt me-"

"Not going to happen princess. You really think I'm going to believe your going to act stupid and not tell the police anything?" I turn around to make some smart comment but as I'm twisting my body Nash comes over and picks me up bridle style. I try to wiggle out of his grip but he holds tight.

"Let me go!" I yell which only makes him laugh as he places me Kind of lightly down in the van.

"Your just to cute," he says with a chuckle again as he looks down at me. I glare at him which only makes him grin. I start to sit up from being placed in this stupid ugly van that's going to take me away from everything I love and care about, as Nash gets in the back with me and closes the door behind him. I let out a sigh but I don't know why. It's not like he was really going to keep it open the whole ride to where ever we were going. As he gets in I try to back up but I can't get really far as he grabs my arm.

"Don't do anything stupid. Got me?"

"Yeah like that's-"

"Maylee," Nash interrupts.

"Nash..." I say mocking him.

"Don't mock me," he says pulling my arm and making my face go so close to his, as he says the words in a tone that would make anyone stop and rethink what they were going to do next.

He moves to lean against one of the walls, pulling me with him causing me to sit next to him. He lets my arm go only to bring up to my head. I flinch. He takes my chin and makes me look at him, something I really didn't want to do.

"I'm not going to hurt you Maylee believe me. I didn't kidnap you to hurt you."

"Then why did you?" I snap back harshly, as I pull my chin away. He chuckles a little an moves his hand and puts it on my thigh. Making me tense up as he smirks down at me.

"Don't. Pull away from me May." I try to slide away from him and his hand that should be staying over with himself, but he just grabs my arm with his other making me not be able to move. He pulls me back over to him so I'm pressed up against his side his gun in his pocket pocking me in the side.

"Lets just get one think straight. I'm in charge you are not," he says as he grins down at me. Still not moving either of his hands.

"Nash..."

"Yes Maylee," he says mocking me now.

"Remove your hand... and move your other one up farther it's right on a bruise and its hurting..." I say and think about the bruise on my arm that my dad gave me when he taught me how to play a game he liked to call, hit me.

"Oh I'm sorry princess," Nash replies as he removes his hand from my arm and moves his other hand up my thigh more. I look at him with wide eyes as he smirks at me again.

"Not what I meant!" I yell at Nash, which only makes him laugh and keep moving his hand up. I try to get away from him but this time he digs his nails into my thigh.

"Stop squirming. You're making this very difficult," I swing my hand up to hit him but before it does he catches it.

"Hit me or try to hit me anymore and were going to have a problem. Got it?" I shake my head yes.

"Please move your hand..." I say and Nash does only to being his hand back to my head. He rubs his hand over my bruised face and I wince a couple times. But I think I'm more happy to have his hand off my thigh to say anything.

"Where did you get this cut on your four head?" he asks and I don't really want to answer him but I know he'll just make me anyway.

"My dad cut me..." I trail off what does he even care, I think to myself.

"Why did you kidnap me?" I ask and he brings his hand away from my face.

"Your find out soon..."

"Tell me now!"

"No,"

"Oh come on!!"

"No shut up Maylee," I shut up real fast. I slide down some where I'm sitting which causes Nash to look at me but he doesn't do anything. Nothing but take his gun out of his pocket and point if at me. Great. I start to think of my family again. Hopefully there trying to find me. I need to get out of here alive. I need to.