Chapter 10: Give ’em Hell
Blythe’s P.O.V. <fn75c2> For original chapters go to fι?dnοvel</fn75c2>
When I woke up, it was because my body realized that we were stopped. My eyes popped open and I sat straight up. Karma (yes, they will be getting referred to as their road names now. It’ll be better for me that way.) was just getting out of the car. I looked out the window to see we were at a gas station.
“Don’t try anything, Shorty,” Psycho grumbled as he opened the door and got out. He turned to face me, his deep brown eyes that were almost ck stared at me with an intensity I wasn’t used to from him. It put me on edge. “You want something?” he asked, surprising me.
I shook my head, and he closed the door. I leaned my head back against the seat and closed my eyes. I
blew out a breath, trying to calm my racing heart.
It won’t take them long to find me when we get to the club. They’ll show up and demand that I go back. If I don’t, they might go after the club, or maybe they’ll just kidnap me somehow. The club might give me right up. Wouldn’t be the first time, though, I don’t understand why they want to take me home now, or why my
mother cares at all.
I just want to turn my brain off.
“Still can’t believe you called Psycho by his full name like that,” Devmented, chuckling to himself.
Dev’s an attractive guy. He looks like he was made for the club. His long brown hair was pulled back into a man-bun. He’s a pretty big dude too. Not as big as most of the guys, but he’s still a prospect. At least, that’s
what his cut says.
“You don’t seem like what I heard at all,” Dev continued.
“You don’t even know me,” I muttered.
Dev turned around, his blue eyes sparkling with his smile as he looked at me.
“No, but I’ve seen enough in thest few hours in this car with you three,” he said. “I’m not saying what I heard isn’t true, I’m just a bit confused is all. I was expecting this timid, shy, innocent little thing who
yed the victim card to get everything she wanted.”
I rolled my eyes.
“People change,” I replied with a shrug.
“Yeah, I guess you’re right, but something still seems off if you ask me,” he said as he turned back around.
Well, nobody was asking him.
I stayed silent as I waited for Karma and Psycho to get back. My mind was racing. I needed a n. I’ll have to run the moment I get the chance. Even if it means leaving everything behind, including Butter. If they
find me again, it’s game over.
They won’t kill me, but I won’t survive. I know I won’t. I refuse to live the rest of my life like that. If I can’t be
free, then I don’t want to live at all.
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shback, age 19 ~
“Hey,” a voice came from behind me with a tap to my shoulder.
I jumped, possibly a little too much, and turned around. There was a man standing behind me looking sheepish. He was rubbing the back of his neck with a shy smile. He was cute, really cute. His hair was
sandy-blonde in color and styled neatly. He had light blue eyes that were almost clear. He was dressed in faded blue jeans and a blue polo-cored shirt.
My first thought was that he was a lot different from the men I was usually attracted to. He was preppy, and I liked the biker type, apparently. At least, I think so. The only people I’ve ever been attracted to before
were…
What does it matter anyway?
I’m never leaving where I am. My father has his ws in me. I paid for it dearly thest time I tried to run.
Now I’m just… broken.
“Uh, I was wondering if I could get your number?” the man asked.
He looks a few years older than me. If this had happened before I ran away, I would have said yes. I would have figured out how to see him and beg him to steal me away from all of this.
Now it’s all pointless. Just like life.
“Sorry, I don’t have a phone actually,” I said.
Just then, my father came walking up to my side. He looked between me and the man. I kept my head down. If I act any kind of way, I’ll be in trouble when we get back. Then I’ll never be able to set foot outside of camp again. These grocery store runs are all I have of the outside world.
“Sean?” Dad asked the man.
“Daniel,” the man, Sean, replied.
They shook hands as I watched, confused.
“Haven’t seen you since thest project,” Daniel said.
Last project?
“Yeah, it’s been a while,” Sean replied with a polite smile.
“Oh, Sean, this is my daughter, Blythe,” Daniel said, wrapping his arm around me and making me stiffen.
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“Blythe, this is Sean. He’s an investor. Took over for his father right outta college. We worked on a project together for my work.”
Oh, his personal work. I thought it was a project for Silent Divine. If that were the case, Sean would know all about Silent Divine. The church keeps things under wraps, but anyone who’s set foot in that camp
knows. They have to.
“Nice to meet you, Blythe. That’s a very pretty name,” Sean said to me before looking at my dad. “I was actually trying to get your daughter’s phone number, but now I understand. I know you don’t like cell phones. I remember how difficult it could be to reach you if you weren’t in the office.”
Uh oh. This won’t be good. Daniel doesn’t like it when I get hit on. I’m supposed to be his pure, innocent
girl. At least in the actual sense. Anything under pration doesn’t count.
“Well, what if you two met up for dinner sometime?” Daniel suggested, surprising the hell out of me.
“What?” I blurted before I could stop myself.
Daniel turned hard eyes on me.
“I trust Sean, unlike all the other guys you pick,” he said sweetly, but I knew the jab between the lines. He
was referring to my bikers. Well, not mine. Not anymore. Maybe they never were. I don’t know. “He’s got a good head on his shoulders.”
That meant that Sean had money. I could see no other reason for allowing this. I’m sure I’ll have all kinds
of rules if I’m allowed to date him.
Allowed. Like I’d have a choice in the matter.
At least, I won’t be alone.
“Okay,” I said softly. “I’d love to.”
Sean beamed at me.
“Should we meet somewhere? How’s tomorrow for you?”
~ Present, age 25~
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I was pulled out of the memory when the car door opened. I moved as close to Butter’s cage as I could as Karma climbed in. Butter has been surprisingly good for this trip. Barely made a noise, but he did have a few idents. Understandably when he’s been locked in a cage for over 15 straight hours.
“Here,” Karma grunted as he shoved a canned tea and a small bag of chips at me.
I looked at the stuff and then back at Karma.
“I said I didn’t want anything,” I told him, my voiceing out a bit harder than I intended it to. Oh well.
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“And we didn’t listen,” he replied tly. “You need to eat and drink, don’t you?”
“Do I?” I spat, sounding like a total brat.
“Blythe, eat the fu.cking chips, drink the fu.cking drink. We ain’t stopping again until we get there.” Karma
bit out.
“We’re gonna have to if I drink this tea,” I muttered.
“We’ll stop if you have to use the bathroom,” he said. “Do you have to go now?”
I red at him.
“No,” I grumbled.
Karma held my eyes as I continued to re. I want them to know how much I loathe this. It’s not like I’ll be there long anyway. One way or another. I might as well give ’em hell. I came to that conclusion after the
first time I ran away. When I got my ugliest scar. When I finally gave up.
If I’m going to be forced to live, and to go to the club, then I’m giving sh.it to everyone. No more pushing me around. No more just taking sh.it. It didn’t stop the beatings I got before, so why not at least make the beatings worth it?
This is just like that. Hell, maybe if I pi.ss them off enough they’ll just kick me out of the car and leave me
on the side of the road. One can only hope.
Psycho got in the car, but Karma still hadn’t taken his eyes off me.
“Eat. Drink,” he ordered as he took my tea and opened it.
I snatched it out of his hands and narrowed my eyes as I took a long drink. I was actually very thirsty and hungry. I just didn’t want to admit it.
“I’m asking you onest time, Spark,” Karma said. “Do you have to use the bathroom?”
I sighed.
“Yes, you jacka.ss.”