Chapter 7: Kidnapped
Blythe’s P.O.V.
By the time my shift was over, I was exhausted. I tried asking Mary if I could stay to help her close, but she insisted I leave. It was my shift to close with her anyway, but since we were dead, and I had been there literally all day, she practically pushed me out the door.
The walk home was silent and cold. I hate the cold. It’s so different from Sunny California. However, the way I practically jogged home had me staying warm. Or maybe that was the nerves getting to me.
I hurried inside my shi.tty apartment building. The walls are so thin that I could hear people screaming, fighting, and fu.cking on my way to the third floor. I unlocked my door, looked around to make sure no one was following me, and then ducked inside. I locked the door and immediately started to get things together.
I just have to throw the few things that aren’t in my duffle bag in there, grab my toothbrush and a few other things, get Butter all set, and leave. I can put some nkets in Butter’s cat-carrier so he’sfortable. He’s going to hate it, but hopefully he won’t bother the other patrons on the bus too much.
“Wait, can I even take a cat on the bus?” I muttered to myself.
Sh.it, I should have thought about that. Maybe I can splurge for a taxi instead. I’ll just ask-
“Actually, I don’t think you can.”
I dropped the cat-carrier that I was holding at the sound of someone else’s voice. It ttered to the ground, but I didn’t dare move. I couldn’t even breathe. I knew that voice. It was a voice I had heard so many times. One of the voices I dream about almost every single night.
This can’t be happening to me. Why is he here? How did he find me? How the hell did he get into my apartment?
I heard heavy boots walking towards me, followed by another pair. I silently cursed myself for thinking that Kylian really didn’t recognize me. I should have known that he did.
Still, I didn’t think he would just show up here.
My hands were shaking when Kylian bent down to pick up the cat-carrier. He set it on my bed, which was just a mattress on the floor. He was looking at me, but I just stared at his chest, too afraid to look at him or even breathe.
Once again, I was faced with the cutying on his thick body. Jesus, he’s gotten bigger since Ist saw him. I guess he was only 17 back then, but still. He’s even taller now.
There was that crest though with the club’s name surrounding it. A ck demon riding a bike, surrounded by mes. He has a few patches, but two stood out to me. One that says Prez, and one that says Karma.
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Karma. That’s his road name. He got his road name. They all probably have.
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This strange bittersweet feeling filled me. Tears pooled in my eyes, but I refused to let them fall. I wanted to ask so badly how he got his road name. I’d been dying to hear their stories for our whole lives, but
then…
“You really did it,” I muttered, my eyes still on his road name patch.
Kylian said nothing and I refused to look at him.
“You nnin’ to run or something, Shortcake?” Chayton asked as he ruffled through my duffle bag. “Can’t believe you live in this fu.cking dump.”
I didn’t answer. I didn’t care about the insult, and they knew that I was. I was running from them. They
should be happy about that. They never wanted me anyway.
“Here I thought you’d grow up to wear granny panties,” Chayton teased as he pulled out a pair of my ck
I said nothing. Made no move. Gave no reaction.
I’m not sure what they want or what they’re doing here, but things are different now. I don’t trust them.
They don’t even like me. And thest time that I tried to get help from them… they sent me back to hell
without a second nce.
“No blushing or scolding?” Chayton asked. When I was still silent, he got angry. “Well, this makes things
easier for us.”
“Easier for you?” I asked, finally speaking.
Chayton smirked at me, but it was an evil smirk. A tingle shot through me that I wasn’t expecting. A feeling
that I haven’t felt in years. One I certainly can’t trust based on past experiences.
Neither of them answered me though. They just stared at me while I looked between the two of them. My
heart was racing so loudly I thought for sure that they could hear it.
Suddenly, one of their phones dinged loudly in the room. Chayton pulled his from his pocket and looked at
the screen. He smirked again, moving his eyes back to me.
“Dev’s out front with the car,” he said.
Dev? Car? Out front?
Kylian kept his eyes on me. His stare was intense, but nk. He was just as emotionless as I remembered. Only, there was warmth there for me at one point. I’m not sure if that was all a lie or if it had just faded. I have no idea what was ever real or fake.
“Get the rest of your shi.t,” he finally said, ordering me. “We’re leaving.”
L-leaving? Why? No! For what reason?
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Did my dad tell them more lies? Are they going to take me back to him? No… they can’t do that. They can’t.
Panic and fear started to bubble up in me and bubble up fast. I took a step back as I started to shake my head. My eyes fell to the floor and my ears started to ring.
“N-no…” I muttered shakily. “N-no… N-n-no.. No! N-”
I was suddenly cut off. Not because anybody did anything, but because it felt like someone had wrapped their hand around my throat. I knew what that felt like, and it had memories mming through me faster
than I could handle. Tears finally started to fall from my eyes as I wed at my throat, trying to breathe.
I can’t go. I can’t. I can’t let them take me back. I can’t. I won’t survive if I go back.
Suddenly,rge hands were clutching my shoulders. My panic rose and I reacted out of reflex. I pushed the hands away frantically as I backed up. My back hit the wall and I swatted the hands away again, but they
were persistent. When that happens, I always react one of two ways. A swift knee to the gut, or a p across the face. Both have gotten me in a lot of trouble, but pping was the lesser of the two, so I usually went with that.
Which was what I did just now.
The p echoed through the room and for just a moment, everything froze. One of the hands lifted from my shoulder and I prepared for the blowback. But it never came. My eyes were squeezed shut, and I was too afraid to open them.
That is, until a hand gently brushed some stray hairs out of my face. Then my eyes slowly opened to find a familiar pair of green ones. There was a red mark on Kylian’s cheek. I knew I had pped him. I hadn’t
meant to, but when has that ever mattered before?
I have no idea how Kylian is going to act. He looks pi.ssed. Is he going to hit me back?
“Are you calm now?” He finally spoke.
I had no idea how to answer. I wasn’t sure myself. I wasn’t freaking out anymore, but I didn’t necessarily feel calm. I felt like I was going to throw up and pass out.
“You areing with us Blythe,” Kylian finally said. “Whether you like it or not.”
Hopelessness settled in quickly.
“P-please… don’t make me go back,” I whispered, begging him.
Kylian stared down at me for a moment.
“I’m taking you home, Blythe,” he said firmly. “You can at least talk to your mother.”
I scoffed as more tears filled my eyes.
My mother? For what? So she can tell me what an embarrassment I am? Toss me aside again? Send me back to that… monster that helped create me?
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I shook my head, wanting to argue, but I knew it was no use. Chayton and Kylian are here. They won’t leave without me. They’re taking me no matter what. I don’t understand why, but it’s happening.
But nobody said I had to make it easy for them.
“I’m not going anywhere with you,” I stated, narrowing my eyes at him. “You’ll have to drag me out kicking
and screaming.”
Kylian leaned away from me and shrugged.
“Done,” he replied before bending down and throwing me over his shoulder.
I squealed embarrassingly and immediately started thrashing around. Kylian hiked me up, getting a better
grip on me. I kicked my feet and pounded on his insanely firm back. When I almost fell off him, I earned a
hard smack to my a.ss.
“Behave before I drop you,” he growled.
“Hello! That’s what I want!” I shouted as I continued to kick and thrash. I earned another smack to my a.ss,
this one much harder. I still didn’t stop. I didn’t care how much Kylian did it or how much I liked it. “You
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As if. I’ve been spanked harder. Hell, I was whipped with the hard end of a belt until I bled and then
paddled right after. This is child’s y.
“Fine, thrash around,” Kylian said. “Fu.ckin’ hell. Fu.ckin’ wildcat.”
“Let me go!” I shouted when Kylian walked to the door.
He ignored me and opened up the door with Chayton right behind us, my duffle bag in his hand.
“Wait!” I shouted right before Kylian walked out. Thankfully, they listened. “My cat…”
“Oh hell no,” Chayton instantly said. “We are not taking a fu.cking cat.”
“I can’t leave him here! I’m all he knows! Please! He’s my best friend!” I shouted, sounding way too much
like the little girl they used to know.
“It’s a fu.cking cat,” Chayton stated, like I was insane.
I narrowed my eyes at him.
“If we don’t take Butter… I will never forgive you,” I spat venomously.
Chayton raised a brow at me as if my threat meant nothing to him. It probably didn’t, but it just slipped out. I was desperate. There was no way that Sean or Daniel would let me keep a cat, but maybe I could get
someone else to take him. I can’t just abandon him.
“Psycho, get the fu.cking cat and meet me in the car,” Kylian said before walking out of my apartment.
I stopped fighting. I was too stunned to do anything buty there limply. Because that name was directed at Chayton. Chayton’s road name really turned out to be Psycho. I’d been right. It made me feel like maybe
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I really did used to know them.
But I knew that wasn’t true.
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