Blythe’s POV.
“So, how long have you been back, Sweetpea?” Granny Waya asked me.
My eyes flickered to Psycho, and he gave me a nod. To which I frowned, because I was not asking permission. I was just trying to gauge where his ‘emotions were at. Fricking jackass.
“A few weeks,” I answered honestly.
Granny Waya paused the tea she was preparing to shoot Psycho a look that spelled trouble.
“Why didn’t I know about this?” she asked him.
“I told everyone to keep it from you,” he admitted.
Granny slammed her fist on the counter, making my eyes go wide.
“You rotten little shit,” she muttered. “The hell is wrong with you! I should whack you upside the head for this, Chayton! I raised you better!”
“You don’t even know why!” he yelled back at her.
“Do not raise your voice in Granny Waya’s house,” I shot out, glaring at him.
Psycho turned his head towards me, giving me a hard look. I wasn’t backing down. He said he was ready to face the music. This is him doing that. Or, trying to.
“She don’t even know everything,” he grumbled.
“Okay, well, everything isn’t really that great for you either,” I muttered a reply.
“Maybe I just wanted to protect her from your new attitude,” he shot out.
I scoffed.
“As if I would ever give attitude to Granny,” I replied. “Besides, I only act that way when people deserve it. I was never mean to Coco or Roxy or any of the ol‘ ladies. Or any of the guys that weren’t rude to me.”
“You’re pretty fucking mouthy to me all the damn time,” he grumbled.
“Then maybe you should ask yourself what you’re doing to piss me off all the damn time,” I ground out. “Whatever, you crybaby,” he mumbled.
My jaw dropped as I gasped dramatically, way too caught up in this little tiff to care about how childish we’re being. My eyes snapped to Granny as my anger boiled over.
“He dragged me back here against my will and then the club starved me for a week until I passed out and almost died!” I shouted, pointing my finger at Psycho accusingly.
Psycho’s jaw hung open as Granny’s eyes widened. It took a moment for my words to set in, but once they did… Phew, I think I would have taken my chances running away if I were Psycho right now. That look is Granny’s infamous death glare.
“G–G–Granny, i–it’s not as bad as it sounds-”
“You all starved her?” Granny cut him off with a hard tone.
I started to feel a little bit bad for Psycho.
“Well, th–they didn’t really know,” I said, trying to lighten the mood I created.
Was it some sort of act of rebellion on your part, Sweetpea?” She asked me, her voice so soft it was almost scary how quickly she switched up.
“W–well, no, but, uhm…” I trailed off awkwardly. I mean, what could I say? They didn’t know because Karma made a rule that no one was allowed to talk to me. That surely wouldn’t blow over well with Granny Waya.
“It was our fault, Psycho spoke up, straightening his spine. “Karma and I dragged her back against her will, and then we made some mistakes. Ones we’re trying to make up for. We didn’t know because we all ignored her, and then she got into it with Everly and Alex, and-”
Granny scoffed loudly at the mention of Everly and Alex, cutting Psycho off.
“I always told you that those two were trouble,” she grumbled as she continued to prepare our tea. “This ain’t over yet either, boy. I should tan your ass for what you’ve done. You all already screwed up so much before she even left.”
“They’re doing better now Granny,” I told her, shooting a smile to Psycho. “All of them.”
“And your momma?” She asked without looking at me.
“We had a long talk and things are cleared up now,” I replied.
“Hmmm,” she hummed. “And Daniel?”
I stiffened at the mention of his name. I didn’t even know Granny knew his name. She knew I was getting shipped off to my father, but I thought that was all she knew. Something about the way that she asked felt off too. Like she knew something already.
“I never believed all that bullshit about you being a daddy’s girl,” Granny suddenly continued. “He used to spew some awful shit to your momma. I knew an earful from me would only make it worse for her, so I kept my mouth shut. I always knew he was a little prick.”
That made me smile.
“I’m home now, so that’s all that matters,” I replied softly.
“A ch–church?” I asked.
Granny nodded.
“I knew it was bad. I knew if you went, something terrible would happen to you,” she said. “I tried to tell Tusk, but nobody believed in my third–eye. But that man… he put you through a lot, didn’t he?”
I looked away from her, not sure how to take all of this.
“He is a demon,” I said softly. “A demon disguised as a human.”
“What’d he do to you, Blythe?” She asked seriously.
I wasn’t sure I could answer her, but then the best answer slipped out.
“He stole my innocence,” I whispered.
“Oh honey,” Granny murmured.
“It’s okay Granny,” I quickly said, giving her a smile. “I made it out, and I made it back home, eventually. As long as he never knows where I am, I’ll be fine.”
As long as they never find out that I’m here.
“And now that you’re all in love and together, what comes next?” She asked outright, like this was no big deal.
“Granny,” I scolded as I giggled at her. “I honestly have no idea.”
“Well, keep making them work for it,” she told me. “But remember, loving them, wanting them… it doesn’t make you weaker.”
I gave her another smile.
“Thanks Granny,” I replied.
I’m just going to go with the flow. I finally got my mom back, and I finally feel safe again. My focus now is my revenge. I’m confident that Sean and Daniel will find out where I am eventually. I want to be prepared for that.
I’m getting my revenge one way or another.

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