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Guess I should have suspected something like this would happen. Looks like everyone, including the ol’ ladies, were told to shun me. I half wonder if Karma plans to kill me slowly by starving me to death.
Annita glared at Bones. He ignored her glare as he walked up and kissed her forehead. She turned her face away when he leaned down to capture her lips.
“Babe-“
“Don’t ‘babe’ me,” she snapped at her husband. “How could you do-“
“Hey, it’s okay,” I cut her off, putting my hands up. None of them looked at me, and I hated to say that it stung a little, but I didn’t want to cause more trouble for them. I know what club life is like. I know they’re just following orders from their prez. “You have rules to follow. I get it. It’s alright. I don’t want you guys to fight over me. I’ll just go back to my room.”
I turned around and left the kitchen. Nobody stopped me, and I wasn’t expecting them to. It was clear to me that Karma told them all to act this way. Not even Everly’s lies could get everyone to treat me like this.
I remember when there was a time that I used to think Karma was the safest person on the planet. Even after Tusk and Mom got married. He was stern, strict, but always safe. I suppose I learned the truth the hard way already.
Nowhere and nobody was safe.
!!! *** WARNING! THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS MATERIALS THAT SOME READERS MAY FIND DISTRESSING! SUCH AS SEVER NEGLECT, TRAUMA, AND ABUSE! READER DISCRETION IS ADVISED!
Blythe’s P.O.V.
— A few days later —
Well, it’s been a few days, and nothing’s changed. I still don’t have bedding, or towels, or my damn bag. I’ve been sitting in the same clothes for almost a week. I did manage to steal some dish soap from the kitchen though, and washed my clothes in the sink in the bathroom. I showered, using the dish soap.
Which means that my hair is a ratted mess from lack of conditioner and a brush.
I’ve barely left my room. After the first two days of trying to get someone to get me my bag, I gave up.
Nobody was listening to me. Even my old “friends” were shunning me.
I saw C.G. for the first time after a couple of days, and he pretended like I didn’t exist, just like everyone else. I know he was doing it because of Karma, but it still pissed me off. And he thinks I’d ever take him seriously about becoming his ol’ lady? Please. He doesn’t care about me. None of them do. You don’t treat people you care about this way.
All I am is a big joke to everyone. An easy target. Prey just waiting to be taunted.
On the third day, I was so hungry that I walked into the kitchen and grabbed a plate before anyone could stop me. With all the pretending I wasn’t here BS, I figured no one would stop me from getting some food.
How wrong I was.
Everly just so happened to have been blessed to be the one to tell me that I eat when everyone else in the club is done. If there was anything left, that is. And there barely was. I had to wait over two hours after breakfast was over to get some scraps. And scraps they were. Karma’s orders though, and he’s the prez, so his word is law.
At least I got something though, and got Butter something. Yeah, never got cat food on top of everything else I never got. Fucking lying sack of sh.it.
Yesterday, I only came out of my room to look for Karma. I was angry. I wanted my bag and I wanted food for Butter. Everything else I could put up with, but I deserved a change of clothes, a nice shower, and my cat deserved to eat. However, I couldn’t find him anywhere and nobody would tell me where he was.
I tried to wait for him to show up, but after sitting on the front lawn for literally over five hours, I found out that he had been in his office the whole time. Did he let me see him after I knocked on that door? Nope. He wouldn’t even let me get two words out before shouting at me to leave him alone.
Today is a new day, but I have less hope than any other day. I can put up with it though. I don’t care about being shunned, or the lack of things in my room. I’ve been through worse. I honestly don’t mind being left alone.
I just wish my mom would come back and tell them all to kick me out already.
A knock at my door pulled me from my thoughts. Despite Karma’s warnings about having a babysitter, there wasn’t one that I ever noticed. So, when I opened the door, I was a little surprised to see a club girl standing on the other side. The blonde one that was practically screwing Psycho the night I got here. I still don’t know her name.
Is she my babysitter?
“Hey lazy ass,” she greeted me with a fake smile. “I was told to come tell you to earn your keep.”
“Excuse me?” I asked.
She thrust a caddy of cleaning supplies into my chest.
“Start with the main room and work your way out,” she said. “You need to pull some weight around here.
Time for you to clean, Little Maid. Prez’s orders.”
With that, she turned and left. I groaned as I looked at the cleaning supplies. Maybe if I do this Karma will give me my stuff.
I walked to the main room and barely anyone was there. That’s probably why they want me to start here.
Fine, I need to get it over with quickly.
About an hour later, I was still cleaning the main room. I was horrified and disgusted at the things I saw and picked up. I, of course, wasn’t given gloves, so I had to improvise when picking up all the used condoms. I gagged multiple times and was ready to call it quits. I hadn’t eaten since breakfast yesterday and it was barely even scraps. Mostly because there is never anything left after breakfast today and Everly threw away all the leftovers from lunch today.
I stood up straight and swiped the back of my arm over my forhead to clear up the sweat.
“Well, my, my, who do we have here.”
I didn’t pay attention to the voice, mostly because I didn’t think he was talking to me. Nobody else is allowed to.
“Hey, Babydoll, you new around here?” the voice asked, but this time it came with an arm that snaked around my waist.
I jumped a foot in the air before roughly pushing away from him. I turned to glare at the man I’ve never seen before. He’s a little older than me with greasy brown hair, a long beard, and bright blue eyes. I got the creeps from him instantly. Probably because of that predetory look in his eyes.
“Afraid?” He asked me. “I like ’em like that.”
And his creep factor skyrocketed.
“Claw!” One of the other brothers snapped. “You weren’t here for our last church, so come over here so I can explain some things.”
I watched as Claw walked off. He looked back at me, throwing me a wink. My stomach churched at the thought of what that man was capable of.
Note to self: stay away from Claw.
A few more hours later and I was working my way through the kitchen. Of course, dinner was done and served by the time I made it here. No leftovers again. Found them in the trash as I changed it and took it out. I almost cried out of frustration.
