Inferno Demon Riders MC: My Five Obsessed Bullies novel Chapter 10

Blythe’s P.O.V.

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 black 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,” Dev commented, 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 the last 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 played 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 plan. 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.

Flashback, 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-collared 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 claws in me. I paid for it dearly the last 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 the last 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.

“And we didn’t listen,” he replied flatly. “You need to eat and drink, don’t you?”

“Do I?” I spat, sounding like a total brat.

“Blythe, eat the fucking chips, drink the fucking 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 glared at him.

“No,” I grumbled.

Karma held my eyes as I continued to glare. 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 piss 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 one last time, Spark,” Karma said. “Do you have to use the bathroom?”

I sighed.

“Yes, you jackass.”