Chapter 68 Choking on Guilt
Chapter 68: Choking on Guilt
Evander<i>/</i><b>Havoc’s </b>P.O.V.
~<i>Four </i>days <iter </i>~
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Thesest few days have been killing me. I’ve been throwing myself into the shop or club business to keep my thoughts distracted. I’ve been avoiding spending any time around Bly at all. I just… can’t.
I can’t look at her. Not without feeling so guilty that I could throw up. I need toe clean about what I did. To all of them. I need to tell the guys that I sent Bly away. I need to tell Bly that I lied to her back then. I need to man–up and do the right thing.
<i>They’re </i><i>all </i><i>going </i><i>to </i><i>hate </i><i>you</i><i>… </i>
All of them. Especially now that we know Bly was being fu.cking abused. It’s all my fault. It’s
my fault she doesn’t trust us, doesn’t think we’re safe. It’s my fault she married that dipsh.it.
It’s my fault that she never ran to us and would rather be alone.
I did this. I had the chance to stop it all and I… I threw her right back into it. I didn’t know. I
swear I didn’t know. I thought Bly was just acting out the way Daniel always said, the way
Everly always said. I was too angry about seeing her again, too pi.ssed that I still wasn’t over
her. I was stupid. I didn’t pay attention to the signs… Looking back on it now though…
I should have seen so much more.
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<b><i>shback</i></b><b>: </b><b>age</b><i>, </i><b>18</b><b>~ </b>
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“Come on Havoc… I wanna suck your di.ck,” Haley, a hang–around we went to high school
with, cooed in my ear.
“I’ll meet you back here soon, alright babe?” I said, giving her a charming smile.
Haley beamed at me. I gave her a wink before slipping through the club. I made it out the back door and all the way home without being noticed. There’s a party tonight, like there is
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most nights, but I don’t feel up for it. I’ve been too nervoustely.
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Bly’s 18th birthday ising up, which means… she’ll being back. Assuming she’s keeping her promise, that is. I have doubts after the way she’s been acting since living with Daniel. I know Everly says she’s not surprised that Bly is so materialistic, but I am. It fucking crushes me that Bly won’t even talk to us. The things that she says about the club…
What the hell even happened to her? Is she really that angry with us? Is this the real side of
her that Everly always tried to warn us about? What the hell was everything else then? A lie?
Sighing, I walked up the steps of the front porch, happy as hell to have the house to myself
for the night. Everly is off at some house party for the night. Dad and Angie are at the club
and will probably be there all night. They’ve been drinking a lot, feeling a little lightertely
with hopes of Blying home soon.
I’m not even sure I want her back here. It’s been two years, and she’s still all I think about. I
fu.cking miss her so much. I hate that. I hate that I want her so badly. Especially when she
doesn’t even want to be friends with biker trash like me. I’m fu.cking pathetic.
I had just reached the door when my phone started to ring. I pulled it out of my pocket and
rolled my eyes at the number. Same number that’s been calling me all day. I haven’t
answered, but he left me enough voicemails to know who it is.
“What?” I bit out, answering the call.
“I’ve been calling you,” Daniel ground out.
“I noticed,” I muttered. “What do you want, Daniel? Why are you calling me? How did
get my number?”
you even
“Well, Bly had all your numbers memorized. She gave them all to me, so I knew if one of you
was ever calling,” he told me. “Said she didn’t want me to answer it. Don’t tell her that I
sometimes call you all about updates. She might be upset if she finds out I was telling you
about her life.”
I rolled my <i>eyes </i>over the smug satisfaction in his voice. Daniel’s a real a.sshole. He taunts all
of us and Blythe just lets him. Or better yet, she hands him the ammo,
“What the fu.ck <i>do </i><i>you </i>want?” I ground out.
“Well, it seems I might have spoiled Blythe a little too much,” he admitted. No kidding. He tells us all about how she gets caught sneaking boys over, or going to parties, or sneaking out with her friends. “Blythe and I got into a bit of an argument, and she ran off.”
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That stopped me dead in my tracks.
“What do you mean she ran off?” I bit out.
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“Well, I told her that I didn’t approve of her new boyfriend. You know how teenage girls are,”
Daniel replied. “She ran away. I was wondering if you’d seen her.”
“Nope,” I pushed out angrily.
She fucking ran away? Just how much is Blythe acting out these days? What the hell is
wrong with her? Is the girl we knew even real?
“Well, she probably wouldn’t go back there, but… if she does… You call me right away,” he
said.
“Whatever,” I grumbled and hung up.
I pushed the front door open and didn’t bother to turn on any lights. I walked through the dark
house to the living room. I plopped on the couch and blew out a breath as I leaned my head
back. Blythe’s probably safe, right? She’s probably just with a friend, right?
A sound from the kitchen had me on alert. It was a small tter like someone had knocked
something over, but… I should be the only one home. The whole property is fenced in with
prospects on gate duty, so… who the hell is it?
Slowly, I stalked through the house towards the kitchen. We have one of those swinging
doors for our kitchen, so I pushed it open just enough to peer inside. I saw the silhouette of
someone small. It confused the hell out of me. I pushed the door open, making the intruder
yelp in shock. And then, it hit me. Like a damn lightning bolt. Those fu.cking electric blue
eyes.
“B–Blythe?” I stuttered shocked.
Suddenly, her blue eyes filled with tears and a pained expression took over her face. Like she
was in agony. A terrible sob tumbled from deep in her chest right before sheunched herself
into my arms. She held onto me as she sobbed into my shirt. I was so shocked that all I did
was stand there with my arms at my sides like a fool.
“E–Evander…” she blubbered.
“Blythe… what are you doing here?” I asked, finally snapping out of my shock. I grabbed her shoulders and pushed her back. I stared at her face, trying to figure out what the hell she was doing here. She’s dirty, like she’s been running around outside for days. Her hair is a mess
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too, but those blue eyes….
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“P–p–please… I know I–I’m a little e–early b–but I c–came back to stay,” she stuttered, still
blubbering.
To stay? She came back… to stay? I… I can’t let that happen. If she stays, I’m going to… I’m never going to get over her. Not to mention how much pain she’s caused here. Does she even care about the guys or her mother? When did she be so selfish? This isn’t the girl I fell in love with as a kid. This is the real, true her. This lying, selfish, materialistic version is the real
one. I need to remember that.
“No,” I stated.
Blythe’s teary eyes widened with shock as her entire body froze.
“W–what?” She breathed out.
“I said no,” I repeated. “You can’t stay. You weren’t supposed toe back.”
“B–b–but… I–I promised… Y–you guys p–promised…” she trailed off.
I shook my head, looking away from her devastated face.
“How did you even get in here?” I asked her. “A prospect let you in?”
She shook her head and swallowed hard.
“Th–the hole towards the e–edge of the property,” she said. “The one y–you showed me before.”
Fu.ck, I shouldn’t have done that. It’s a small a.ss hole too. We barely fit through it as
children. How did she manage to get through it now? And why?
“You need to leave. Right back through that fu.cking hole,” I stated, pointing at the back door that she’de in through. <fn4315> Official source is find{n}ovel</fn4315>
“W<i>–</i><i>w</i>–what?” She stuttered, her wide eyes going even wider. “B–b–but I-”
“I’m trying <i>to </i>save you some embarrassment, Blythe,” I cut her off. “Nobody wants you here. We didn’t actually think you’de back, that you’d take that promise seriously.”
“B–but…” she muttered, looking absolutely devastated.
I’m such a piece of sh.it, but she’s probably better off with Daniel anyway. He has money and
connections. He can give her a better life than we could. Besides, she’s only acting out because of some new boyfriend. She doesn’t want to be here. She’ll run from here too. And
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then my brothers and Angie really will be devastated.
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“Come on, you need to go,” I said, shoving her towards the door. “Do <i>you </i><i>know </i>your dad’s
looking for you?”
Blythe grabbed onto my arm with a death grip that surprised me.
“P–p–please E–Evander… p–p–please don’t make me go back,” she begged, crying harder. “P–please… I–I swear I’ll be better. I promise. I–I’ll stay out of your way, but please d–don’t make
me go.”
“You’re going,” I said, pushing her towards the door as I pulled my phone out to shoot Daniel
a text.
Me<b>: </b><b>Bly </b><b>showed </b><b>up </b><b>here</b><b>. </b>Meet <b>me </b><b>at </b><b>the </b>end <b>of </b><b>the </b>street. <b>I’ll </b><b>bring </b><b>her</b>.
Daniel’s reply was instant: Excellent<b>. </b>See <b>you </b><b>there. </b>
“P–p–p–please-” Bly continued to beg me, but I’d tuned her out. I had to. I had to tell her all those lies so that she’d leave. I had to. I had to push her away. I had to send her back to her
dad. I had to stop loving her somehow, someway…
A lot of good that did me.
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