Honey

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NICK'S POV

From when the call connected that night.

"Car?"

"Cara? Are you there? Answer me!"

I have the worst feeling churning in my gut right, All I can hear on the other end of the line is a struggle, thumping and thudding. The clang of metal hitting the floor was the last thing I heard before calling out to John and running back to the house.

*****

"Cara? Where are you?" I call out frantically.

John stands beside me, his breathing heavy and his eyes frantically searching the entry way. We silently make our way inside. I don't know what the hell is going on right now but I know I'm not the only one that can sense something.

John moves into the kitchen whilst I start looking around the house, I notice a few things out of place. A few frames were on the floor of the loungeroom and Cara's phone thrown across the room.

John comes in, holding one of the knives from the kitchen in his hand. He just stares at it, as if it's going to show him or tell him just how it ended up on the fucking kitchen floor.

"The back door is wide open too." John states, not making eye contact with me.

What the fuck is going on?

"Nick? where the fuck is she? She didn't do all this did she?" John asks, picking up the frame from the floor and placing it on the coffee table.

"Check on Alexandra, if she left she would've taken her." I say running my fingers through my hair. We were gone for not even 10 minutes, we never heard a thing.

I'm trying not to jump to conclusions here but jesus Christ, this woman has an unstable man for an ex and a lonely, infatuated man from work on her tail.

I cant help but feel this was Hunter's doing, I mean of course this is pretty full on but he's the only one I could think of that would see this as 'normal' behaviour. Ben, yeah okay, he's a little full on and has been lately with Cara but he's harmless. A lonely 40 something year old with a young kid, this isn't something he'd be capable of.

"She's still here, fast asleep, not a hair out of place.." John says grimly.

John and I share a knowing look. Knowing this looks bad, knowing it probably is bad has us both on edge. John is becoming increasingly fidgety and agitated and I'm not far behind...

We have to get our woman back.

*******

CARA'S POV

Jesus Christ. I feel like I've been hit by a bloody bus.

My eyes slowly adjust to the light emanating from the ceiling. Sitting up and taking in my surroundings, none of this is familiar at all.

I can't seem to pick any memories from how I ended up here. I can hear a muffled conversation happening just outside the door, again, the voices don't seem familiar.

I attempt to get up and eavesdrop on the conversation but the pounding in my head causes me to fall back onto the bed.

Suddenly the voices stop, one set of footsteps retreat from the door and the other stops in front of the door. Sitting up cautiously, I watch the door knob turn in what seems to be slow motion.

I watch as a large figure enters the room, taking large strides towards the bed.

"I have food for you." The voice grunts. Who the hell is this guy?

I stare at him blankly, not giving an answer. He nods at me and leaves the plate of food next to the bed. Before he leaves, my hand shoots out to grab at his wrist.

"Where am-"

I was cut off by a sharp slap to my face, taking advantage of my shocked state, the large man released himself from my grip and walked out silently, slamming the door.

I was immediately brought back to sometime last night, the feeling of his hand across my face felt eerily similar to one that grabbed hold of me. Large, rough and forceful.

Was I fucking kidnapped?

"HELLO?!" I yell out, I continue this for what feels like a second before my door is thrown open again. The same man strides back in, making a bee-line for me. Taking hold of my hair, he yanks me towards his rough face.

"I was told I cannot hurt you, but I really fucking want to. Shut your mouth, whore." he spits vehemently. He stares at me before throwing my head back and leaving me alone, once again.

*******

"Cara?"

"Hey...wake up.."

The annoying feeling of someone constantly shaking me brought me out of my stress induced sleep. I roll over and turn towards the culprit.

"Ben?" I whisper, shocked. What the hell is going on here, surely he couldn't have done this.

He smiles and nods, taking my hand and helping me to sit up next to him. I'm not sure what is going on or why he is involved in this but he is the only person familiar to me right now and if I'm going to get out of here I'm going to have to play along with whatever this is.

I muster up the fakest smile I know before speaking, "Oh my, I'm so happy to see you!" I say wrapping my arms around him. He immediately reciprocates the hug and wraps his arms around my waist, a little low for my liking but oh well.

He pulls himself back from me, looking me over, "I knew you'd be happy Cara, I'm so sorry this has happened-wait... who did this to you?" He asked grabbing the side of my face and gently pulling it towards him.

"Ben.." I say getting his attention before continuing, "What the hell am I doing here? I need to go home, I need to be with my daughter.." I say softly, trying to tug on his heart strings a little.

He eyes me with pity and smiles apologetically. I get the feeling I'm not going to like what he has to say next...

He lets go of my face, looking over me once more before speaking, "Cara... I.. I'm really sorry." he whispers before getting up and heading out the door. I get up quickly to follow but he's too quick as my ears are met with the tell-tale sound of the door locking.

I slump against the door, sighing whilst running my fingers through my knotted hair before a few lonesome tears fall down my cheeks.

How am I going to get out of here?