Chapter 2
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It took a moment to remember the nightmare really had ended 5 years ago. I was not in a hospital, a rehabilitation centre, on the side of the road or even in the monster’s bedroom. I was in my new bedroom of only a month.
I looked around and finally spotted my phone, I moved my arm to grab it almost waiting for the pain like all those years ago.
I looked at the time, 3:31 p.m.
I couldn’t help but pull the blankets up and triple check my body. No blood, no open wounds. Nothing!
As the nightmare swirled around and around in my head I lay there staring at the ceiling. Finally, the ding of my phone made me stop.
It was a text message from Lavinia. "Milly, we need you to come home tonight. Dad's health is not good, and he wants to see you."
I couldn’t help but smile and shake my head.
5 years, it had been five years since I'd woken up back in my bed, confused at how I was alive and back in own bedroom in the family home. 5 years since I had spoken to Lavinia. 5 years since Santos had enjoyed torturing me, and my beloved stepsister had arranged for me to be abandoned by the side of the road.
5 years since I had been left for dead.
But little did my dear loving stepsister know that I had been given a second chance.
Somehow, I had woken up 1 year before that fateful day. It gave me a year to prepare, stop taking the drugged food and drinks and not be sent as basically a blood sacrifice to the werewolf Beta.
With the knowledge of what was to come I did everything I could to still be the sweet naive me on the outside while plotting my revenge on the inside. I still shying said yes to so many things while secretly saving up to get the hell out of here.
Since I was supposedly already a drug addict when I woke up, I had to prove to my grandfather that I was now ‘trying to curve my ways’. I did always wonder how the hell all the tests came back positive.
Even when they sent me twice to a rehabilitation centre, I wondered why they didn’t believe me. In the end thankfully I was able to stay clean from the drugs they tried to still hide in everything that came near me. I would have almost become a skeleton if it wasn’t for the food, I would hide in my room from late night runs to the kitchen.
Finally, after my second stint in rehab, Grandpa’s doctors had given me the clean bill of health and I convinced him to give me some money so I could travel overseas to ‘help with my recovery’.
It worked perfectly and I was gone with nothing but a smile on my face before the anniversary hit.
I reread the message on my phone. Maybe it was time, after everything she did to me in my previous life, I think it might be finally time to kick off my little plan of revenge!
Long gone was the Milly she knew; she has no idea what I have planned for her.
My mind went overboard with all the different replies I would love to send but I went for simple nonchalance. "Sorry, I'm afraid I’m rather busy tonight washing my hair."
I hadn’t had a chance to put the phone down when our father, my supposedly beloved biological father, the great Montgomery Brown, called. Yeah, his name is as over the top and ostentatious as his personality.
I rolled my eyes and answered simply in a cold tone, "Dad".
"Dad?" Montgomery shouted. "So, you do remember that I’m your father! You've been back in the country for a month, and you knew that I was sick. Yet not one visit. Not once have you come home to check to see how I was doing. You even got married without telling your family! Is that any way to treat your father?!?!!?"
He was right, I had gotten married almost immediately after arriving back into the country. Although, I hadn't told anyone in my family about it for a reason. It was a fun waiting game though to see when they would find out.
I couldn’t stop my smile, "I didn’t think you would want anyone to find out you had a daughter who was a drug addict, with no real home to speak of for the last five years. Hopping from one couch to the next around Europe. I thought you would have been ashamed." I put on my best innocent voice trying to hide my smile.
I wasn’t but I did everything I could to make sure they thought I was. I made damn sure they knew nothing about what I had been up to.
There was a moment of silence, before I heard him sigh, "Okay. Let's let bygones be bygones. You have been gone for a long time. The past is in the past and nobody remembers yesterday’s news. Bring Ryan to dinner with you tonight."
Yes, nobody knew the pain that I had suffered in my previous life. And the ones that enjoyed my torture even before my death would remember or care.
They certainly didn’t care at the time how all of my bones had been broken before I'd been ruthlessly left on the road to die.
They did technically kill me that day, they killed the old Milly. They killed the young girl that believed there was goodness in the world and I just had to hope and wait for the day when it would come.
As for Ryan King, my heart always hurt just thinking about him, my saviour. He was the man who had found me in the ditch in my previous life. He had the most beautiful eyes in the world that always captured me.
He was the hope the old Milly was looking for but only came when it was too late. I know now I can only rely on me otherwise it would happen again; I would be left for dead looking for hope when it was too late again.
Ryan and I had been married for almost a month now, though you wouldn't know it by watching how he treated me. He hadn't even stepped into my room yet. From a man who was so kind and caring in my past life, in this one he seemed to hate the very ground I walked on.
Our marriage was hinged on a technicality thanks to all the contacts and the name I had made for myself while in Europe.
But I would not lose him, my hope.
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