Chapter 37: Cast–iron Skillet


    <i>Blythe’s </i><i>P.O.V. </i>


    Feints?


    I’s home.


    She’s really here. She looks the same, but just a little older. She still has the same long, light brown hair that


    she likes to keep pinned in a bun at the back of her head at all times. Her deep brown eyes still sparkle like a


    cute cartoon character. It’s the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen.


    Bonnie, their daughter, has eyes just like her mother. I’d only ever met Bonnie a handful of times, but I thought


    she was the most beautiful girl ever. She was the perfect mix of her parents. Her dad’s dark brown hair, her


    mother’s deep brown eyes, light freckles, a perfect smile. And that same elegance that I has.


    For a moment, everything was still. I was looking at I, taking in her pants–suit. It was a dark emerald green,


    a few shades darker than her husband’s eyes. It was loose–fitting, and her zer was lying on her shoulders.


    She had a rolling suitcase in one hand while she looked between the three of us.


    I looked confused, and for a moment, I thought she hadn’t recognized me, but then her eyes bounced back


    to me before going wide with recognition.


    “B–Blythe?” She whispered, as if she were unsure it was actually me.


    “H–hi I,” I said awkwardly.


    I kept her eyes on me as she crossed the room. She marched right up to me, grabbing my arms and


    looking me over as if she expected me to be hurt for some reason. Then she grabbed my face and looked into


    my eyes. I could tell the moment she saw in me whatever it was ze saw too. I gave me a sad look, but


    quickly reced it with a smile. She still knows me well enough to know that I would hate being pitied.


    “I can’t believe it’s really you,” she whispered. “I heard you were back, but… Honestly, I thought the girls were ying a prank on me. When did you get back?


    “When I found her a.ss in Nebraska and dragged her back here,” Karma said from behind us.


    I’s eyes flickered to him as confusion settled on her soft features. She looked at me again, and I swear she


    knew why I was running and hiding. I briefly wondered if I did know. If maybe she knew because they all


    knew, but the sad look in her soft eyes had me second–guessing if she truly knew.


    ze said they can recognize signs of stuff. I’m guessing that meant abuse. That doesn’t mean that they


    know what I went through. Doesn’t mean they don’t not know either though.


    I hate how confusing this all is.


    “We’re d you’re back,” I said with a smile, moving her hands to rub my arms. “You’re so skinny… You


    need to eat more.”


    Before I could even think about letting out a scoff of my own, ze scoffed loudly. I looked over my shoulder at him, frowning. I’m not sure what ze’s face looked like, but I’s eyes snapped to Karma, and she red daggers at him.


    “What did you do?” She practically spat.


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    “She was skinny like that when I found her,” Karma replied defensively. “She’s only been here less than a week


    Ma.”


    “Don’t ya dare try to weasel yer way outta this, boy!” ze roared at him before falling into a fit of coughs.


    Timmediately turned around and ran to him. I was right behind me, and together we got him to sit down.


    Karma opened one of the bottles of water and handed it to him. After a moment, ze finally caught his


    breath, and I was sighing in relief.


    “So,” I said as she stood up and faced Karma with her hands on her hips. “What did you do?”


    “He starved me nearly to death,” I told her, sending Karma a smug smile. If there’s anyone in this world that Karma’s afraid of, it’s his mother. With good reason though. I is scary.


    “You what?!” The small woman snapped, ring at her son, who was easily a foot and a half taller than her.


    “I didn’t know!” Karma said exasperatedly.


    “Didn’t know? How could you not know?!” I asked, shouting and throwing her arms up.


    Oh, this is going to be good. I guess she doesn’t know about anything Karma’s been doing. I bet his rule to


    ignore me would have never stuck if I had been here. Club life or not, the woman would never have allowed


    that. Hell, Ann and Cami almost didn’t allow it.


    “I…” Karma trailed off, sighing and running a hand through his hair. “I told everyone to ignore her and pretend


    like she didn’t exist.”


    Wow, he admitted it.


    “You… what?” I bit out in a voice that made me gulp in fear.


    “I thought she was still being taken care of,” Karma rushed out. “I asked some people to get her sh.it, but…


    Then Everly stepped in and fu.cked everything up. I didn’t know what was going on until Bly passed out, but <b>I </b>


    should have. I regret it. If you want to hit me, Ma, then do it. I deserve it.”


    My eyebrows shot up. ze and I shared a shocked look before looking back at the pair having a standoff.


    As I said before, Karma rarely apologizes. He’s not exactly the take ountability type. Apparently, his


    parents were just as shocked as I was that he was admitting to everything and owning a punishment with it.


    “Hit you? Me?” I said, stepping toward her son as she chuckled dryly. “My fists would do nothing to you,


    son, but… I might get a couple of the brothers to do it. Bones? Doc? Chopper? I’m sure they’re all itching for it


    too.”


    Karma sighed.


    “You want me to tell them to alle at me at once?” he asked.


    “Yes,” I stated, shocking the hell out of me.


    “No!” I blurted, shooting to my feet before I could stop myself. Everyone turned to look at me and I swallowed the lump in my throat. “I don’t want you getting beat up,” I mumbled. “Not unless I can do it anyway. It would be pointless. Seeing you bloody and bruised isn’t going to make what you did go away.”


    In fact, it’ll make it worse. Much worse. Because no matter how hard I try, no matter what you all do to me, I can’t stop myself from caring about you. You selfish pricks. All of you. I shouldn’t care. I should let you get


    your asses beat. I shouldn’t have any feelings for any of you at all.


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    I wanted to say all of that to Karma’s face, but I never will<i>. </i>I’ll never give them the satisfaction of hearing that I still care about them. It’s not fair, and they don’t deserve it.


    “And how are you gonna beat my a.ss, Spark?” Karma asked, amusement dripping from his words.


    “I’m sure your mom has a cast–iron skillet somewhere around here,” I replied, sarcastically sweet. “Just hold


    still.”


    Much to my surprise, Karma chuckled. He stared at me for a moment before turning around and disappearing into the kitchen. I looked at I and ze, but they were apparently having a mental conversation with each other. I wonder if that’s from so many years of marriage. I wonder what it’s like to know somebody that well. So well that you can have a whole conversation with one look.


    Suddenly, Karma was back and shoving something into my chest. I had no choice but to take it, and guess <fnb258> For more chapters visit find(?)ovel</fnb258>


    what… It was a cast–iron skillet.


    “Uh, oh, uh, what?” I stammered.


    “Go ahead,” he replied. “I’ll hold still.”


    I gawked at Karma for a moment. I couldn’t tell if he was being serious. His face was nk, giving nothing away. Does he really not care about me hitting him? Or does he think I won’t do it? Or maybe he thinks I’m too


    weak to make it hurt?


    And that pi.ssed me off.


    “Are you fu.cking with me?” I asked angrily.


    “What? No-”


    “So, you think I can’t hit you hard enough for it to hurt then?” I cut him off.


    “No, that’s not-”


    “Do you think I won’t do it?” I shot out, fuming.


    “Spark, whether you do it or not don’t matter,” he replied. “I’m tryin‘ to give you-”


    Karma was cut off when I reared the pan back and smashed the skillet against the side of his head. He


    stumbled back into an end table, knocking it over and falling to the ground in the process. He shook his head


    and looked up at me. Blood was dripping down the side of his face and he already had quite the knot forming


    under his skin. I smirked, satisfied as all hell.


    That’s what he gets for saying ‘<i>whether </i><i>or </i><i>not</i>‘. Jacka.ss.


    “Thank you for letting me borrow your skillet, I, you have no idea how happy it made me.” I said, smiling


    sweetly as I handed the pan to her.


    I was choking on augh that she was trying to hold back. Until ze burst out inughter, that is. Then they both lost it. Karma grumbled under his breath, something about their parenting, as he stood up. He looked at me as he gently touched the side of his head, hissing at the pain.


    “You gonna patch me up like you used to?” he asked quietly.


    “Get one of the club who.res to do it,” I spat before moving to take a seat in the recliner next to ze.


    “Alright, alright, now that that’s taken care of,” I said happily. “Tell me everything.”


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