Chapter 60: Emotional Whish
<b><i>Blythe’s </i></b><b><i>P.O.V. </i></b>
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“Have any of you… ever actually cared about me?”
Why did I ask that? I feel so stupid.
Psy.cho didn’t answer for so long that I thought I wasn’t going to get one. I looked at the floor as he came over to sit on the bed next to me. He bumped my knee with his and waited until I looked up into those almost ck eyes. A softness that I rarely ever got to see was there. It reminded me of better times with him. Before everything went to sh.it.
“Do you honestly think we never did?” he asked. His voice wasn’t using, but genuinely curious. It made me feel even sillier.
“I… I used to think that you guys were my best friends,” I said softly. “I used to think I had a special bond with each of you. Something unbreakable. Something special. Something just for us. If you’d asked me eleven years ago, I would have said yes without a doubt. If you’d asked me even nine or ten years ago, I would have said yes, and argued tooth and nail. I mean… I did do that, but…” I trailed off as a stray tear fell from my eye. “I’ve spent thest eight years believing that none of you did, and now that I’m back… Everything is just so confusing Chayton. I feel so lost and confused and… I don’t know what to think.”
I dropped my head into my hands as everything started building up. I was trying to breathe so that I didn’t cry. I shouldn’t have said a word. I’m just drunk babbling now.
Suddenly, Psy.cho grabbed my wrists and pulled my hands from my face. I looked up and was shocked to see pain etched in his features. There was so much guilt in his eyes too. It made me feel bad for saying anything.
“Short Cake,” he said softly. “We’ve always cared about you. <b><i>Always</i></b>. Since the first day we met you. We were friends. We had a special connection. All of that was real.”
Tears filled my eyes as I stared at him.
“B–but you guys… treated me so differently when Mom married Tusk,” I said, confused.
Psy.cho sighed heavily.
“Look, we made a lot of mistakes, Bly,” he told me. “We were just kids back then too. Our
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hearts were in the right ce, but our heads weren’t. I’m really sorry for believing Everly and Alex and not even getting your side of things. I know that the others are sorry too, but we
always cared about you, baby. That’s why we were so heartbroken when you didn’t-”
Suddenly, someone started banging on the door<b>, </b>cutting Psy.cho off.
“Psy.cho! Baby! Let me in!” Said that blonde club girl from the other side.
My eyebrows shot up, and I snatched my hands out of Psy.cho’s grip.
“Ignore her,” he told me, grabbing my hands again.
“Come on baby! Open up! I’m here for our nightly naughty time!”
“Nightly naughty time?” I asked Psy.cho.
“I have no idea what she’s talking about,” he said. “That’s why I said to ignore her.”
“Oh, really?” I asked sarcastically.
“Bly, I haven’t been with anyone since we dragged your a.ss back here,” he told me.
“Wait, really?” I asked.
“Un–fu.cking–fortunately,” he grumbled. “CG never lets me forget it either.”
I smiled at that. I don’t know why I believe him, but I do. We can reevaluate tomorrow when
I’m sober.
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I jumped to my feet and made it to the door before Psy.cho could stop me. I ripped the door
open to see the blonde’s smiling face on the other side. Her smile fell into a scowl when she
looked at me.
“Sorry, chicka, Psy.cho’s nightly naughty time is going to be taken care of by me tonight,
okay?” I said cheerfully.
The girl scoffed.
“Who the hell do you think you are?” she asked me.
“The girl who’s going to spend the night in Psy.cho’s bed,” I replied happily.
“For fu.ck’s sake,” Psy.cho muttered behind me. “Just get out of here Snapper.” He yelled at
her.
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“But-” she tried to argue, but I just couldn’t help myself when I cut her off.
“Wait sorry,” I said, snorting. “Your name is Snapper?”
“Yeah, and?” She sneered.
I couldn’t help the sputter ofughter that tumbled out of me.
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“I–I know it’s your hoo.ker name, but… Snapper? Really?” I said, cracking up. “That’s got to be
the dumbest name I’ve ever heard! I’d be afraid to stick my di.ck in a girl they called Snapper.”
“How dare you!?” Snapper shrieked, making meugh harder.
“It’s like something you’d name your pet turtle,” I continued, dying ofughter.
“Okay, that’s enough outta you,” Psy.cho said as he gently pushed me aside. “Snapper, get
lost, yeah? Don’te by my room again.”
Then he mmed the door in her face before turning to face me.
“You were fu.cking a girl named Snapper,” I teased him, snorting.
“You were fu.cking a polo–wearing dillhole named Sean,” he retorted.
That made meugh again.
“He really is a polo–wearing dillhole,” I agreed. “I think I’ve always preferred a more rugged
man. I me you guys and the club.”
“Yet look at who you married,” he countered.
I waved him off.
“That was just <i>to </i>get away,” I told him.
“Away from where?” he asked.
I froze, realizing what I’d just let slip. It shouldn’t matter though, because they should know.
They do know. Right?
“Bly?” Psy.cho asked gently. “You gonna tell me?”
I turned to face him. There was so much I wanted to say, so much I wanted to ask, but my lips wouldn’t move. I was afraid of how things would change if I did. Either things would be confirmed and whatever little bit of my heart is left would crumble to dust. Or… or I would find out that someone, somewhere along the line, has been lying to me.
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Either option flips my world upside down. I’m so tired of having my life drastically changed because of other people. First with mom marrying Tusk. Then with Everly lying and stealing my friends away. Then with Daniel and Silent Divine. Then Sean, and running away, and living on my own, and being brought back here… I’m not ready for things to change again.
Especially when I’m not sure how they will exactly.
“Bly, you can tell me,” Psy.cho said gently.
“Can I ask you something else instead?” I replied, wanting to change the subject.
“Sure,” he mumbled with a sigh, thankfully letting it go.
“Does… Granny Waya hate me now too?” I asked shyly.
Psy.cho’s eyes widened for a split moment before he started shaking his head.
“No, of course not, Shorty” he rushed out. “Granny could never hate you.”
“W–well, I haven’t seen her…” I mumbled.
Psy.cho blew out a breath as he ran a hand through his hair.
“She doesn’t know you’re back,” he admitted. “I’ve been keeping it from her.”
“What? Why?” I whined.
“Because she’s going to kick my a.ss when she finds out what we did to you!” he said. “She already always thought Everly was up to no good. Plus, you almost died after being here for a few days. Granny is gonna have my nuts when she finds out.”
That made me giggle a little.
“You deserve it,” I told him.
“Yeah, okay, I’ll take <i>you </i>to see her soon, okay?” he said.
I nodded with a smile on my face.
“In the meantime, maybe <i>you </i>should get spanked for once,” I said.
“Are you insane?” he asked tly.
I giggled.
“Ohe on, I liked it,” I said teasingly.
“I’m not letting you spank me,” he grunted.
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“Just a little spanking?” I whined.
“No,” he replied, trying and failing not tough.
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“What if I let you spank me again?” I suggested. “Ya know, for pi.ssing you off out there.”
“Bly… thest time I spanked you, you came and then cried after,” he said.
“Not because I didn’t like it,” I muttered.
“But because you liked it too much,” he grunted.
“Okay, what about a different punishment then?” I offered.
“Like what?” he asked skeptically.
“Something that you can enjoy, but I won’t cu.m,” I said. “Like…” I trailed off, thinking. “Oh! I know!” I said before dropping to my knees in front of him.
“B–Bly, what are you doing?” he asked with wide eyes.
“You can fu.ck my face,” I stated as I grabbed onto his jeans.
Psy.cho’s eyes went wide. I started undoing his jeans, and he didn’t stop me, so I took that as
a good sign. I tugged his jeans down a little and that was when he finally snapped out of whatever spell he was under.
“Bly, ha… do you know what you’re saying right now?” He asked, grabbing my hands to stop <ol><li>me. </li></ol>
“I’m telling you to let me suck your di.ck,” I said. “You can fu.ck my face, I don’t have a gag
reflex.”
“W–what?” he stuttered.
“Come on, Psy.cho,” I cooed, smiling up at him. “Let me help you find a release.”
“W–what if you regret it after?” he asked.
I shrugged.
“Don’t let me,” I blurted.
“How the hell am I supposed to do that?” he replied.
“I don’t know,” I replied. “But I want this right now, so can you shut up and let go of my
hands?”
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“I–I don’t know about this,” he said.
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Suddenly, his door burst open. We looked at the intruder to see it was CG. He rushed inside,
turned to shut the door and lock it, then turned around to look at us. His hazel eyes took in
the scene as a smile spread across his face.
“Oh, looks like I arrived just in time.”
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