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Lonely or not, at least I’m free now.
I sighed as I looked at myself in the mirror. I look like I barely slept. I was crying in my sleep again, so my eyes are a bit puffy. I can’t believe I was crying over a stupid memory like that.
I guess it wasn’t that stupid. Not for the 13-year-old Blythe. The one that thought those five hung the stars in the sky.
That day was the day that we all found out Ozias was moving. The party he was trying to invite me to at the clubhouse was his family’s going-away party. Ozias didn’t even know himself until that night.
Honestly, Ozias is the only one of them that I don’t actually harbor any hard feelings for. Other than his lack of communication when he moved, he never did anything to me. Ozias never bullied me, he was never mean to me, and he always knew how to make me smile.
I wonder if the reason he never wrote me a letter, or texted, or even added me on any of my socials was because of the others. Or maybe he just outgrew me and forgot about me. I don’t blame him. We were kids and he didn’t know. Or maybe he did know and just didn’t care.
Ozias’ family was deep in the MC. His father was part of the club and owned a gym in town. The whole reason they moved was because The Inferno’s Demon Riders opened a new chapter. It was right in the heart of whatever state was the biggest MMA scene. Ozias’ dad jumped at the opportunity.
I remember how the six of us spent that party. We were all sad, devastated really. We tucked ourselves in Kylian’s room for the entire night. We reminisced. We promised to never lose contact. We cried and laughed and…
And it all turned out to be a lie anyway. It doesn’t matter anymore. We were just kids, and I was stupid for thinking that we would remain the way we were forever.
My mom picked me up from the clubhouse the next day. It was something she had been doing for the last few years. I never questioned it because I was just happy that she would let me stay the night.
After she announced her engagement though, I realized that I had been overlooking a lot. Like the small, lingering glances they made. The way that Tusk would always make sure he was near us in some way. The way that he would already be talking to my mom when I came down the hall. How comfortable she seemed to be there.
Tusk was a great guy. He was the club’s enforcer, and he was always kind to me. That didn’t change when he married my mom either. No, it was other people that changed. Like his son and his son’s friends.
I thought that living with one of my best friends was going to be the coolest. It was anything but. My whole life changed after that. That’s what happens when people around you start scheming.
I rolled my eyes at my reflection before jumping into the shower, the water as hot as it could go. I need to stop thinking about them. All of them. The MC, my mom, the guys. They’re all in my past. I’m moving forward now. Moving past it all.
Past the MC. Past my fake friends. Past my delusional mother. Past my sperm donor of a father. And most importantly…
Past my abusive husband and the scars he left me.
Blythe’s P.O.V.
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“Hey, you’re here a bit early for your shift,” Mary said as I walked around the counter to clock in.
“Jason asked me to before I left last night,” I told her.
“But… you worked a double yesterday… and closed…” Mary said, putting the pieces together.
And here it comes.
“Bly, you worked until past 1 in the morning, and you’re back already?” The way she said it was accusing, like I was the one that asked for this shift.
Great, so she knows that it took me forever to close last night because I had to do everything alone. Jason was supposed to help, but spent the whole night shooting the sh.it with the cook who was also supposed to be helping. I’m not even sure how long they ended up staying. Of course, Mary knows all of this already.
“I was asked to come in early today. I said yes, Mary,” I replied. “It’s no big deal.”
“No big deal?” She asked incredulously. “Bly, it’s only seven in the morning right now. You have to close again tonight-“
“Mary, please,” I cut her off as I turned to face her. “I know you’re worried, but I’m fine, okay? I got bills to pay. That’s all.”
Which was a total lie. I need this job. Not because it pays well, or because the diner is just doing so well that I make incredible tips. Because those would both be lies. It’s because Jason pays me under the table and doesn’t ask questions. Plus, I need a job that I can make cash at every day.
Just in case I need to run again.
“You’re going to burn out though, and then what?” Mary muttered under her breath.
I let it go, mostly because we had tables to look after. I know that even if Mary knew that she’d be short-staffed today, she would have told me to stay home and sleep. I doubt that Mary could handle waiting tables, bussing tables, and taking food and drinks out all by herself though. It’s hard enough with just the two of us.
Thankfully, the morning kept me busy enough that I remained wide awake. I was used to not sleeping much anyway. It also made time fly by and, before we knew it, we were in our less busy time of day. I was busy preparing silverware and marrying the ketchups when Mary stood next to me, leaning on the counter.
“I cannot believe that it’s already almost eight o’clock,” she said.
I whipped my head at the clock hanging on the way and then looked at Mary.
“You were out at four,” I said, frowning. “Where is Abby? She was supposed to take over for you.”
Mary shrugged as she started helping me.
“Guess she called in to say she was going to be late or something,” she replied. “Jason asked me to stay until she got here. He said he had to run to go get her because of car trouble.”
I rolled my eyes.
Right. Car trouble. Couldn’t possibly have anything to do with the fact that she and Jason are fu.cking on the side. You see, Jason is actually a married man. Not happily, which is understandable because his wife is a mega-cu.nt, but still.
Jason’s wife, Lora, will come in here at least once a week. She always has something rude to say, she degrades the place and all of us workers, and then she and Jason spend at least two hours fighting in his office. I try to stay out of it, but I often wonder why they’re even together still.
Regardless of their reasons or anything else, Jason cheats a lot. Abby is not the only one, but she is the only one who works here. And not for lack of trying either. I guess Mary and I just have standards. All the kitchen cooks are men, and I guess Jason doesn’t swing that way.
However, this means that Abby gets everything she wants and Mary and I have to suffer for it. We’re already short-staffed because Jason keeps scaring off the waitresses. Apparently, Mary and I were just built to handle a lot. Still, I have no idea how the man hasn’t been sued for se.xual harassment.
If only I wasn’t so afraid to be found.
“Do you think that Abby’s boyfriend knows that she screws her boss?” Mary asked me, genuinely curious.
I snorted.
I love Mary. If I were a more trusting person, I think we could be really good friends. She’s funny and bubbly and tends to be a lot of fun when we work together. She’s tried to get me to hang out several times, but…
I just can’t.
