Inferno Demon Riders MC: My Five Obsessed Bullies novel Chapter 68

Evander/Havoc’s P.O.V.

~Four days later ~

These last 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 to come 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.

They’re all going to hate you…

All of them. Especially now that we know Bly was being fucking 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 dipshit.

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 pissed 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.

~Flashback: age, 18~

“Come on Havoc… I wanna suck your dick,” 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 most nights, but I don’t feel up for it. I’ve been too nervous lately.

Bly’s 18th birthday is coming up, which means… she’ll be coming 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 lighter lately with hopes of Bly coming 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 fucking 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 fucking 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 you even get my number?”

“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 eyes over the smug satisfaction in his voice. Daniel’s a real asshole. He taunts all of us and Blythe just lets him. Or better yet, she hands him the ammo,

“What the fuck do you 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.”

That stopped me dead in my tracks.

“What do you mean she ran off?” I bit out.

“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.

Fuck, I shouldn’t have done that. It’s a small ass 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 fucking hole,” I stated, pointing at the back door that she’d come in through.

“W–w–what?” She stuttered, her wide eyes going even wider. “B–b–but I-”

“I’m trying to save you some embarrassment, Blythe,” I cut her off. “Nobody wants you here. We didn’t actually think you’d come back, that you’d take that promise seriously.”

“B–but…” she muttered, looking absolutely devastated.

I’m such a piece of shit, 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 then my brothers and Angie really will be devastated.

“Come on, you need to go,” I said, shoving her towards the door. “Do you know 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: Bly showed up here. Meet me at the end of the street. I’ll bring her.

Daniel’s reply was instant: Excellent. See you there.

“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.