Chapter 9: Liar, Liar


    Chayton/Psycho’s P.O.V.


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    shback, age 14 ~


    “Go talk to her,” Kylian ordered me, his arms folded over his chest and a deep frown on his face.


    I sighed as I ran a hand through my long hair. I still can’t believe Granny never let me cut it. Something about it being a Native American thing. I should probably pay more attention.


    And if Granny finds out that I made Bly cry again… I’m going to be in deep sh.it. She’ll beat me and follow it


    with another speech about how she didn’t raise me this way and how my parents would be ashamed. I’d


    never actually know though, since they died when I was five. Rival club caught them when they were just


    having a ride one afternoon. Shot the bike, caused an ident, and they both died.


    Still, I don’t want to hear it again. Or get whipped with her slipper.


    With a deep breath, I trudged down the hall towards Bly’s bedroom. Now that they all live on the property


    with Tusk, we get to spend a lot more time together. Lately, it seems like Bly always stays here at her


    house though, instead ofing to the clubhouse. We all figured it was because of the trouble she got


    intost month.


    Ang had enough of Bly’s stunts after she found out that Bly had ripped up Everly’s homework again. Not


    only that, but she poured juice into Everly’s backpack and put a dead fish in her locker. The pranks were


    getting out of hand. Ev didn’t deserve all that.


    Ever since Ozias left and Ang married Tusk, Bly has been weird. I know that Evander is kind of mean to


    her now, but that’s because he’s trying to see her as a sister. I know that Bly is sad that Ozias has barely


    talked to her since he left too. In his defense, he’s been really busy, but he does write to her. He said she


    never wrote back. I’m not sure why he hasn’t tried to text or call her cell, or add her on social media.


    When I got to Bly’s bedroom, the door was cracked open just a tad. I could see Bly sitting on her bed, facing the wall. I could really only see her back, but the way her body was shaking told me that she was crying. She was probably sobbing. The big crybaby.


    Geesh, I only yelled at her a little. I mean, wee over here to try to hang out around her without getting in her space, and she’s a total bi.tch about it. She acted like she was nervous about being around us or


    something. Then, when Alex showed up, Bly acted funny, weird, strange, not herself.


    The moment we left them alone to get drinks and snacks, Alex was a sobbing mess because Blythe called her a wh.ore. Alex said that Blythe told her she was too young to wear a cropped top, and it made her look easy. I mean, Alex’s cropped top was more like a bralette, but who cares? Her body her choice, right?


    So, I reacted. I yelled at Blythe and told her that she was just jealous. I said that she didn’t need to take it out on Alex just because she was too scared to wear something like that. Then I told her that she shouldn’t even try it because she wouldn’t look half as good as Alex.


    I don’t know why I said it. It just slipped out. I regretted it the moment the words left my lips. Even more so when Bly looked at me like I’d just pped her and tears filled her eyes. All she did was turn around and walk away to her bedroom. It was never like Bly to fight back. She always had us to do that.


    I knocked on the door and opened it the rest of the way. Blythe turned her head to me and quickly looked away. Her spine straightened as she frantically wiped at her face. I shut her door and leaned against it.


    “I-I don’t want to talk to you,” she whispered, her voice shaking.


    “Yeah, well, I have to apologize,” I said.


    “Have to,” she halfheartedly huffed out. “I’ll tell them that you did. So please just go.”


    “Why?” I asked, not moving from my spot.


    “Because I’m mad at you, and you don’t want to be here anyway,” she said.


    I was silent for a moment as I watched her. She refused to look at me and tears were still streaming down her face. She was silent other than sniffling here and there. When she wrapped her arms around herself with a look on her face that seemed like she was trying to hold herself together, something in me snapped.


    I moved from the door to her bed. Blythe didn’t move, even when I sat down next to her. She sniffled again, and I reached up to brush some of her tears away.


    “You look pretty when you cry,” I blurted.


    My face heated instantly. I hadn’t meant to say that. That was weird as hell. Fu.ck, Bly probably thought


    that was weird as hell.


    “Is that why you make me do it so much?” She spat.


    Sh.it. Fu.ck. Not right now.


    “I don’t-”


    Bly scoffed as she turned her head to re at me.


    “You don’t what? Make me cry a lot? Because you do actually,” she said. “Or are you going to take back that I’m pretty? I mean, that’s pretty opposite of what you said out there.”


    Damn, why do I love it when she talks back to me? It makes me want to bend her over and tan her a.ss. I


    want to so badly. Like an itch that I just can’t scratch.


    “I was lying, talking sh.it,” I rushed out, my face ming as my dick got harder and harder.


    “Right, because who would think I’m pretty, crying or not,” she muttered, squeezing herself.


    “What? No, I meant out there,” I blurted, like a total id.iot. I had an out. I should have taken it. I have to


    make Bly hate me, because if she doesn’t… Hell, my brothers might not get the chance they all so desperately want. I’ll take Bly for myself. But apparently, I’m just a big mor.on. “Bly, I think you’re beautiful. Hell, if you dressed like Alex does, you think any of us could keep our hands off you? We’d never let you out of the house dressed like that.”


    Bly narrowed her eyes at me.


    “But you let Alex?” She questioned.


    “Who cares what Alex wears?” I replied, frowning at her. Since when have we ever given a sh.it about Alex


    in that way? In the way that we give a sh.it about Bly?


    “You’re a hypo.crite,” Bly stated.


    My frown deepened.


    “Look, I only yelled at you because you didn’t need to talk to Alex so harshly,” I said defensively.


    “You didn’t even hear what was said,” Bly replied incredulously.


    “You made her cry,” I stated.


    “So?” Bly responded.


    “So! Do you know how hard it is to make Alex cry?” I asked. “You must have said something bad.”


    Blythe’s jaw dropped, and a small scoff left her lips. She stared at me like I was insane for a long moment.


    Then she looked around the room, like she wasn’t sure if this was real or not.


    “I didn’t say anything to her,” she said softly.


    “Come on Bly, don’t lie,” I said.


    “I’m not,” she whispered. “She was the one that-”


    “Chayton?” A knock followed by a feminine voice interrupted Bly. “Chay? You in there? Kylian said to hurry <ol><li> You guys are taking me out for ice cream to make up for… Well, you know.” Alex rambled on. “Oh! And… Uhm, I guess that Blythe cane if she wants… Kylian didn’t say to invite her, but… I don’t want to be </li></ol>


    rude.”


    Blythe rolled her eyes and turned her head away from me.


    “I think you shoulde,” I said as I stood up.


    “R-really?” Blythe asked, looking at me with wide eyes. Eyes filled with hope and light. My god, I’ve never


    seen a prettier shade of blue.


    “Yeah,” I replied, a little dazed. “It’ll give you a good opportunity to apologize to her.”


    “Apologize to her?” She asked with her face scrunched up.


    “Yeah, for being such a bit.ch,” I said.


    Bly’s eyes widened again in surprise.


    “I just told you that I never said anything to her,” she said defensively.


    “And I told you to stop lying,” I replied.


    “But I’m not! I’m-”


    “Ya know what? Forget it,” I cut her off, walking to the door. “I’ll tell everyone you don’t feel likeing. Stay here and think about what you did.”


    “But Chayton-”


    I cut her off again when I mmed her bedroom door shut.


    ~Present, age 25~


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    I woke up with a start and was a little disoriented. I looked around, forgetting we were in the car. I’m now in the backseat while Karma drives and Dev sleeps in the passenger seat. We were taking shifts driving back home to get there faster. We hate being stuck in cages. Would have ridden our bikes home if we didn’t have someone to babysit. Now they’re being taken back for us by the other guys from the club that


    came with us.


    I rubbed my face as I sat up a little straighter. I felt weight on my right shoulder and looked down to see Blythe asleep, her head on me. No wonder I had a dream about a memory with her.


    That was a weird one though. I barely even remember that day. Other than how pretty she looked while


    she cried or how hot it was when she put me in my ce. There were plenty of times between us like that


    though.


    Maybe I had it to remind myself that Bly isn’t who we thought she was. She’s cold, mean, and


    maniptive. Just like that day. She said all those things to Alex and thought that her innocent little face would get her out of any trouble.


    Well, no way in hell am I falling for that sh.it again. <fn820c> This update is avable on FindN0vel</fn820c>