Inferno Demon Riders MC: My Five Obsessed Bullies (by Kj) novel Chapter 18

Chapter 18: Iced Out

Blythe’s P.O.V.

Well, I waited for hours, but nobody ever came back to my room. Surprise, surprise. I was used to being forgotten about unless somebody needed something. Even before I went to live with Daniel.

However, I was irritated. I had been sitting in this room for over three hours. There was no way that getting me sheets was taking that long. Plus, where the hell is my duffle bag? All of my clothes are in it.

Sighing, I looked at Butter, who had made himself comfortable at the end of my bare bed. I knew I was going to have to venture out if I wanted to get my stuff. I just… really don’t want to engage with anyone. Was it worth not having to sit in my smelly uniform for the rest of the night?

Yep, I’m going for it.

Part of me was a little surprised with myself. I was scared as hell about being back. I mean, the most mistreatment I ever received here was bullying. At least, they never hit me. But things are different now, and I learned to always expect the worst from everyone.

When I peeked my head out, the hall was empty. The music was still blaring, but I could hear that inside my room. Slowly, I ventured out, shutting the door behind me. I walked down the hall to the main area where everyone was partying. I stood at the end of the hall, looking for a familiar face.

Really wish I would have just stayed in my room though.

The party has reached its ultimate high. Everyone is wasted. The brothers are rowdy, and it’s like a damn orgy in here. I didn’t see C.G. or Karma, but I saw Evander and Psycho. I still don’t know Evander’s road

name.

However, the two of them looked mighty busy with two club wh.ores. Evander was getting his shaft sucked by some red-haired girl. Psycho was making out with that blonde bimbo while she practically rode his dick in front of everyone.

I’ve seen a lot over the years at Silent Divine, but for some reason, this is making me more nauseous than I think I’ve ever been.

Turning away from them, I walked up to the bar. Dev was behind the counter serving drinks. I was surprised considering he just got back. I waited in an empty spot, but Dev never seemed to notice me. When he had no more people to serve, I made my way down to stand in front of him. His eyes caught me, but he quickly looked away and busied himself.

Okay, that was weird.

“Hey Dev!” I shouted over the music. No response. “Hey! Do you know where my bag-”

“Hey, what can I get you Doc?” Dev cut me off, asking the large man who sat down on the stool next to

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“A beer,” Doc replied with a grunt.

I looked at the man, staring openly.

To be honest, I almost cried. I almost burst into tears looking up at his familiar face. He’s just as large as I remember, but with more wrinkles now. His beard is much longer and well-kept. There’s gray peppering his dark beard and hair. It was a good look on him, and I always loved Doc. He used to let me help restock his supply room all the time. I learned so much from him. Hell, I wanted to become a nurse because of him.

“Doc…” I said.

Perhaps my voice was too soft because he didn’t look at me. I tapped him on the shoulder, but he acted like he felt nothing. It made me confused. I tapped him harder, but nothing.

“Think I’ll take a different seat,” Doc said to Dev as he stood. “Something feels weird over here. Like a

ghost poking me or some sh.it.”

The two of them chuckled before I watched Doc walk off to the other side of the bar-top. My jaw dropped,

and I tried not to let the pain get to me. I looked around at everybody. I thought everyone was avoiding my

eyes until I connected them with a familiar brown pair.

Everly sat on the other side of the room, surrounded by club brothers. She smirked at me and waved her fingers subtly. And then it clicked into place for me. I was being bullied. Again.

No one was going to bring me sheets, or a pillow, or towels. No one was going to bring my bag to me. No one was going to talk to me or even acknowledge my existence.

Why are they doing this to me? To see me cry? Just because it’s fun? Have they always wanted to treat me like this? Why lie to me before but show me their true colors now?

This is all a game for them. I’m just a joke. Karma found me vulnerable and alone, and he pounced on the opportunity to make me suffer. Because it’s easy. Because nobody would care about what happened to

1. Because I mean nothing to anyone.

With a deep sigh, I went back to my room. I shut the door and flicked the lock. Butter opened his eyes, but went right back to sleep when he saw it was me. I smiled as I sat down on my bed next to him.

At least I can be thankful that Karma didn’t let Butter suffer. I probably would have raised hell if he had tried that. It sucks that I didn’t grab my coat out of the car though. It’s warm here in Cali, but I could have used it as a blanket or a pillow.

Blowing out a breath, I fell backwards on the bed. I can’t even shower because I have no towels. I guess I

could just air dry… I don’t want to put dirty clothes back on though.

Maybe tomorrow will be different.

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I didn’t sleep at all. I laid there, awake and terrified most of the night. I’m really stuck here until…

something happens. I don’t even have my bag to run away with. Everything I owe is in that bag. What do I

do now?

The moment I smelled coffee in the air, I got up. The clubhouse was quiet, but I wasn’t surprised. They had stayed up late last night partying. I was surprised anyone was up at all.

I followed my nose to the kitchen and stopped dead in my tracks. Working at the stove were two familiar figures. There were a couple of others around helping to cook, but these two had me freezing in my spot, wondering if I should bolt out of the room.

Before I could decide, one of them turned around. Her eyes connected with mine and a loud gasp left her lips. She seemed shocked, but not too shocked. Almost like someone had already told her I was here, but

she didn’t believe it until she saw me with her own eyes.

“Oh my god…” she breathed out as her eyes trailed down my body.

“Annita, what’s wrong?” the other woman asked before her eyes connected with me as well. “Holy shit on

a stick.”

I nearly laughed at the saying that tumbled out of Camila’s mouth. For someone who favors the Spanish

language, she sure loves to say silly stuff in English. I never understood it. If I spoke a different language,

I’d be muttering sh.it all the time. I remember a time when Camila was teaching me Spanish, but… then Daniel showed up.

“You’re really here,” Annita whispered.

They’re sisters, by the way. Look just like each other too. Both beautiful Dominican women with thick

brown hair and deep brown eyes. Annita has always liked to keep her hair to her shoulders, and it’s almost

perfectly straight. Camila had always liked hers long and piled in a mess of curls on top of her head. You

can definitely tell that they’re sisters.

“Uhm, may I have some coffee?” I asked.

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