Inferno Demon Riders MC: My Five Obsessed Bullies novel Chapter 54

Evander/Havoc’s P.O.V.

Fuck, this isn’t right. I told Karma that I wasn’t going to be part of their babysitting shit with Blythe. I told him that I was not picking her up tonight and staying with her in her room. I was drunk when he asked, and I’m even drunker now.

Maybe that’s why I’m seeing her in front of me. I’m just drunk. I’m hallucinating. This isn’t real.

Blythe looked up at me and the look in her eyes took my fucking breath away. I haven’t seen that look in ten years. I was such an ass to her after our parents married that she stopped looking at me like that months after she moved in. I’d see it here and there, but… Fuck it’s been so long.

She’s looking at me like I hung all the fucking stars in the sky just for her. Like I light up the room when she looks at me. Like I fucking matter to her as more than… a friend or a stepbrother.

I’m not even that anymore though. I made sure of that.

“You can never seem to just stay out of my fucking sight, can you?” I practically spat at her.

Of course, we argued. Because that’s all we do now. Because I’m a raging asshole and Blythe is…

different. I hate it. Not because she’s stronger or less of a damn crybaby… I hate it because I know I’m part of the reason that she changed.

I’ve spent these last few days drinking my thoughts away. Because I know that my brothers are on to something. I know that something is wrong, something doesn’t feel right. And I know that what I did eight years ago cemented something that I never saw coming.

I just can’t admit it to myself. I can’t. Because then it becomes real. It becomes something that I have to deal with. It means that I have to come clean to my brothers about what I did. I’d have to tell Blythe that it was all me, and I’m a big fucking li.ar. That I lied out my ass just to make sure she stayed gone, because I knew I would always want her.

And that all just makes me angry. Angry with myself and taking it out on her. Just like when I was a fucking kid.

“This is my fucking club, not yours,” he spat angrily. “Nobody even wants you here anyway.”

I shouldn’t have said that. It’s not even true. We all want her here. Hell, even if I say I don’t, it’s just because I want her so badly. Blythe being here has only proved to me that my feelings never changed for her. I still want her, I still love her, and I feel fucking sick over what I’ve done to her. Everything from the moment our parents got married until this very moment.

So, why can’t I stop? Why can’t I take CG’s advice and just fucking have her? Why can’t I just… at the very least be nice to her?

“You’re going to cry now? Really? When no one else is around, huh? Fucking figures. You were always a crybaby. We were way too soft on you when we were kids.”

Blythe’s reaction wasn’t what I was expecting at all. She looked up at me with a weak smile and tears streaming down her cheeks. It was the saddest look I’ve ever seen in my life, and it rocked me to my core.

But not as much as her next words did.

“Is this the part when you sneak me out and send me b–back?”

Send her back. Back to her fucking piece of shit father. Because that’s what I did before. I sent her back there. I thought… I thought she was just acting out. Daniel said… he said so much… And I believed him.

“P–please Havoc… P–please… I–I’ll leave if you want, but… p–please don’t m–make me go back there again.

1-1–I’ll scream. I–Isla… sh–she won’t l–let you do this… I–I…”

She’s freaking out. I’m making her freak out. Because she really thinks I’d send her back there. I did before.

But now she thinks that no one would even bat an eye if I tried. I can see it in her face. She said Isla wouldn’t let me, but she didn’t believe it.

“N–n–no, l–I’d rather die than go back there.”

Before I could help myself, I had her in my arms. One arm was wrapped possessively around her. My other hand was pressed to the back of her head, pushing her head to my chest. She was sobbing and trembling.

I felt sick to my stomach, the feeling sobering me up a little.

“I’m sorry,” I whispered. “I’m so sorry… Please don’t cry.”

“I–I-I can’t go back there, Havoc… I–I w–won’t-”

“Shhh,” I cut her off. “I would never send you away again, Bly,” I told her. “Even if I tried… Every single person here would kick my ass. They’d start with the pregnant ladies, then the rest of the ol‘ ladies, then my brothers, and then I would be kicked out of here for good.”

“K–Karma wouldn’t k–kick you out of the club,” she blubbered, clinging to my cut. I fucking hate how happy it makes me. I don’t want her to cry, but I’ve always loved Blythe clinging to me.

“He would,” I told her. And I meant it. If he ever finds out that I sent her away eight years ago… I’ll be lucky to walk away alive.

“I–I don’t want you to be i–in trouble,” she sniffled, slurring her words slightly. “I–I promise I can just… r–run…r–run a-”

“You’re not leaving Blythe,” I cut her off, holding her tighter. “You’re staying here. Where you belong.”

“But you said-”

“I know,” I interrupted her again. “I know, and I’m sorry. But you can’t leave.”

She was silent for a moment, and I was a little surprised she wasn’t trying to argue with me more. I held her like that, in the middle of the hallway, for a little while. I didn’t want to let her go and have to face reality again. I wanted to stay in this little bubble for the rest of my life.

“H–Havoc…” Bly whispered after a long moment. “C–can I… ask you something?”

Karma: You make her cry?

Me: Are you a fucking psychic now?

Karma: As punishment, stay with her all night.

Me: What? Why?

Karma: Punishment. And I’ll be by to check.

I blew out a breath as I looked down at Blythe. She was already looking at me while she petted Butter.

Butter purred as he rubbed all over her.

“You want to get cleaned up and changed?” I asked.

Just then, another text from Karma came in.

Karma: Oh, and make her wear your shirt to bed. Trust me, you’ll fuckin‘ love it.

“I don’t have any jammies,” Bly whined drunkenly.

I sighed and ran a hand through my hair. I set my phone down and took my cut off and then my shirt. I threw my shirt at Bly as I slid my cut back on. Why? I have no fucking idea.

Bly’s electric eyes went wide.

“Just change,” I told her.

“No way, you creep,” she replied before throwing my shirt back at me. “I’ll sleep in my dress.”

I sighed again.

“Look babe,” I said. “We can do this the hard way, or the easy way. You pick.”

Please pick the hard way.