Blythe’s P.O.V.
“What the fu.ck Karma?” Dragon yelled as he came over to wrap his arms around me.
I couldn’t take my eyes off Karma though. I was confused as hell. I mean, I definitely didn’t think this would be his reaction when I snuck into his office and slid on top of him. I knew he had been avoiding me, but I didn’t know why. I didn’t know that it was because he was so traumatized by my scar.
Still, I wasn’t expecting to be yelled at and tossed around. Karma is a lot angrier than I expected him to be. It kind of pi.sses me off. I get that they had nothing to do with it now, but that doesn’t mean that I still didn’t go through it. And he’s treating me like I don’t trust them enough to tell them. I was just… waiting for them to not be so busy…
“Tell me, now,” Karma demanded, setting me right off.
“Why are you being such an a.sshole!?”
“Just tell me why the fu.ck your husband’s initials are branded into your body!”
“It doesn’t stand for Sean Dixon, you fu.cking prick! It stands for Silent Divine!”
I didn’t mean to shout it out like that, to explode, but there it is. What confused me the most was the silence that followed and the look of pure disbelief on Karma’s face. I thought he’d just yell right back at me, demanding to know what Silent Divine was. Instead, they’re all just… looking at me with horrified expressions.
“No,” CG shook his head, immediately denying it. “That can’t be right. No.”
I frowned at him.
“Yes it is,” I said.
“No,” he shook his head and started pacing the room. “No. No. It can’t be.”
“Why are you freaking out?” I asked before looking at all of them. “You guys don’t even know…” I trailed off as I realized that they did know. “You… Y-you know what Silent Divine is?”
None of them answered right away. CG was still muttering to himself as he paced the room. The other four were just staring at me in shock.
“You… were at Silent Divine?” Karma finally managed to speak. “How? When? Why?”
My frown deepened, as did my confusion.
“That’s… I mean, you said you knew about the church…” I said, confused.
“Church? The one where your father practically lives?” he asked.
I looked around at all of them as I wrapped my arms around myself, suddenly feeling
self-conscious.
“I’m confused,” I said timidly.
“Blythe,” Karma said as he took a step towards me. I backed up right into Dragon’s large body. Karma didn’t stop until he was right in front of me, staring down into my eyes. “Are you tellin’ us… that Silent Divine… is the church your husband and father frequent?”
“Stop calling them that!” I hissed as tears sprung to my eyes. “And yes, that’s what I’m telling you! Did you not know? What did you think Silent Divine was?”
“So… SD doesn’t stand for Sean Dixon?” he asked, ignoring my questions.
I averted my eyes to his chest.
“It might as well,” I mumbled.
“What does that mean?” Psy.cho asked, finally speaking as he stood up.
“At the time, I was told it was for Silent Divine, but… it doesn’t matter. It could have been for Sean,” I said, shaking my head.
“What do you mean?” Karma pressed. “Why would Silent Divine brand you like that? Why would Sean want to?”
Daniel’s words from that night echoed in my head.
“To remind me who I will always belong to,” I said, repeating those words.
“What the fu.ck!?” CG shouted.
“Blythe, look at me,” Karma said as he grabbed my face with both hands and pulled my head up. “They don’t brand the other kids. Why would they do it to you? When did they do it to you? Is it somethin’ they do before sellin’ the kids off?”
I furrowed my brow in confusion as tears sprung to my eyes.
“You know about the other kids?” I whispered.
“Peaches, we will explain everything, but right now, you need to answer Karma’s questions,”
Dragon whispered into my ear, his tone gentle.
My mouth opened and closed for a moment. I wanted to argue. They aren’t the only ones that want answers, but… I’ve been wanting to have this conversation. I just never thought it’d start like this.
“It wasn’t like that,” I said quietly. “It was punishment.”
“Punishment? For fu.cking what?” CG gritted out, barely holding it together.
How could I be so stupid? Again!
“Blythe,” Havoc said, moving to take a step closer to me, but I took a step back, Dragon stepping back with me. Havoc stopped in his tracks, looking at me with pure devastation. I moved with Dragon still at my back until I was slightly behind Psy.cho, I needed to feel protected, that much was obvious. Havoc looked at me like I’d slapped him. “Dimples, please let me explain. I’m so sorry,” he rushed out.
I shook my head as tears started to fall down my cheeks.
“Y-you…. l-l b-begged you not to…” I whispered.
“I know, I know you did Dimples,” he agreed. “But please.”
“Don’t call her that,” CG cut him off as he came to stand next to Psy.cho, blocking me completely from Havoc’s sight. “You lost your right to even fu.cking breathe, let alone talk to her.”
“I just-”
“You just let her fu.cking go, is what you did,” Dragon cut him off. “And lied to us all about it.”
“I know, I just…” Havoc trailed off.
“You lied to your prez,” Karma said dangerously. “You betrayed me and the club. You put Blythe at risk! You sent her back to that fu.ckin’ hell! No wonder why she hated us so fu.ckin’ much!”
I squeezed my eyes shut as Karma continued to scream. It was all too much. I was overwhelmed. I turned around and buried my face in Dragon’s chest, clinging to him as I sobbed. This whole time, Havoc had just lied to me. All because he was stupid and afraid of his own feelings. I had to endure… all of that all because he…
I feel betrayed. Heartbroken. Devastated. Confused.
Was loving me really that scary for him?
“Alright, enough,” Dragon barked out. “She can’t take all of this right now.”
“Spark, come here, baby,” Karma said as he gently tugged me into his arms, and I went willingly, sobbing into his chest now. “I know it’s hard, but we need to know… We need to know all of it, baby. I want to give you some time, but I don’t know if we have it anymore.”
I nodded and pulled away from him.
1-1 can do it,” I agreed, nodding my head.
“And you,” Karma glared at Havoc. “You’re gonna sit your a.ss down and listen to every fu.ckin’ gruesome detail that we do. Right from her mouth. So you can really see the damage you’ve done. Then, maybe you’ll be lucky enough that I don’t fu.ckin’ kill you for this.”
“Come on, Peaches,” Dragon cooed as he pulled me to the bed and sat me down. “Whenever you’re ready.”
I’ll never be ready, but I’m going to jump anyway.

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