Page 28 of Bart (Hades Rejects MC)
“Thanks Pops, I’m getting there, I still got a ways to go, but I’m getting there.” He hugs me before he heads out and the party gets started. Jessie isn’t too happy with all the people; as soon as the furniture is unloaded, she hides in her room, and Matt disappears soon after. Not sure what’s going on with those two, but Matt is bad news, she needs to stay away from him. He once bragged he didn’t remember names just asses from behind and heads from the top, real player that one. If he hurt Jessie, I’d make sure the only way people would recognize him is from his head in his ass. The party wound down around two in the morning, finally, frankly I was ready for everyone to leave two hours earlier.
“You need help cleaning up?” Bart offers.
"Nah, I got this. I’ll see you tomorrow at Dr. Diaz’s right?” I’m trying to act normal when all I feel is dread for what I’m about to do, something I may never come back from. I want to hug him to me, say goodbye, but I can’t.
“Yeah, me and Pops will be there at one. You sure you’re ready for Pops to be in on this with you?”
“I’m sure, it’s time to take the next step. Goodnight Bart.” There was a part of me that wanted to beg him to stay, to take me in his arms and make love to me. Instead I kissed him goodnight, closed the door, slid to the floor, and cried. I cried for everything that I couldn’t have anymore all because of one man, Jack Finch, my father. Tomorrow was the beginning of the rest of his life, his very short life.
BART
She’s hiding something, I’m not sure what the fuck it is but she is. I see her mask slip every now and then, her eyes don’t focus on me, instead she’s somewhere else. I’m hoping at tomorrow’s session I can get it out of her, maybe with Pops there she’ll let it out. My gut tells me it has to do with revenge against her father, my heart hopes it doesn’t. I’ve been trying to end that piece of shit for years, and he keeps slipping out of my reach.
Sleep doesn’t come to me; I’m too worried about what’s going on with Bliss. The day goes by at a fucking snail's pace waiting for our appointment time. By the time it arrives, I’m in complete asshole foul mood mode, not a good combo when you are going to talk to a shrink.
“Pops let’s go, come on it’s almost time, I don’t want to be late!”
“Calm your tits, I’m ready, let’s go already.”
“Today’s important Pops, I don’t want Bliss to think we aren’t serious about this; it could set her back.” Rushing out the door to the truck with him trailing behind me, I want to drag him.
“I know son, I know. I thought she was doing better, what’s got you so rattled today?”
“I don’t know Pops, but something feels off. I’m afraid any little thing might make the castle wall tumble down around her. There’s something going to happen, I can feel it in my gut.” He looks at me with worry etched across his face.
“Fuck, why didn’t you say anything until now? Damn it, let’s get our asses in gear.” I’ve never been so lucky with red lights in my life; we made it to the doc’s office with five minutes to spare. Walking inside we both look at each other and nod with understanding, we’re both here for her, and whatever it takes we’ll do it.
“There you two are, I was starting to worry you weren’t going to make it.” She hugs me, but it feels different, like she’s pushing me away. Please, let it be my imagination running away with me.
“Pops here had to do his makeup just right before we could leave the house, blame him.” She laughs, but it’s not her full beautiful laugh, I see Pops notice out of the corner of my eye. Damn it, even he notices now.
“Hey, asshole, I’ll have you know it was my hair I was working on, thank you very much.” To emphasize he flips his hair with his hand like some chick.
“It looks fabulous Pops; it was totally worth it.” Her smile doesn’t reach her eyes, I want to shake her ‘til she tells me, but I know her, it won’t do any good when she has her mind set. I remember when she was seventeen, she swore these heels she was wearing were comfortable; she spent the whole day in them. When she finally took them off, her toes looked like a meat grinder had been taken to them. The next day she was wearing tennis shoes and walking like an old lady, she swore it wasn’t because of the shoes. Yup, stubborn was this woman's middle name.
Dr. Diaz opened the door to her office escorting her client out the door before turning towards us. “I’m so glad to see you all here, please come inside so we can get started.” She motioned for us to follow her inside. Maybe with her help we could get to the bottom of what was on Bliss’s mind.
“Come in and have a seat, today we are going to have your father start this session, I have a feeling he has lots to say. Don’t you Castor?” Pops looks like he’s ready to bolt, nervous doesn’t even describe the look of fear in his eyes.
“Um.... how about someone else goes first since this is my first time, and we’re here for Bliss right, shouldn’t she go first.” Holding his hands up, in hopes of halting the direction this doctor wanted to take, which made me very curious.
“Oh no, Castor, what better way to start things than by you telling Bliss and Bart some truths.” Suddenly, Pops is going after Dr. Diaz, his hands are around her throat; I jump up with Bliss grabbing his arms on both sides.
“Who are you? Huh? Who are you fucking working for? What the fuck do you know?” Dr. Diaz seems very calm considering Pops has his hands around her throat, one good push and her head would be half off.
“Castor, please release me, I’m not working for anyone, I just know in all families there are secrets. Now release me, or I’ll have no other recourse but to shoot you.” Looking down, I see she’s pulled a nice six shooter out and is pointing it at Pops’ midsection. Pops releases her backing up to sit on one of the couches, putting his head in his hands.
“I’m sorry, in my line of work...well you know, one can’t be too careful.” Dr. Diaz just nods in response, like this is something that happens every day in her office, she puts her gun back in its holster and sits down.
“It’s quite alright Castor, I grew up in an MC, I’m well aware of what goes on inside, but we’re not here for those secrets. We’re here for the family secrets that I’m sure you have locked away that these two deserve to know about. Am I right?” Pops looks up at her nodding, fear in his eyes, something I’ve rarely seen in my father.
“Alright so let’s start with Bart then, maybe give you a few minutes to think. Bart how are you doing with understanding it’s not your fault you weren’t a match for your sister and her subsequent death.” At Dr. Diaz’s words suddenly Pops finds his voice.
“Wait, what, Bart you blame yourself for Isabel’s death, Son, that was not your fault. You were a kid; you can’t honestly believe you had anything to do with her illness or her death.”
“I don’t blame myself for her illness, but I wasn’t a match for her, I couldn’t save her with a bone marrow transplant. If I’d been a match, I could have saved her.” Pops runs his hand down his face, looking at me with remorse written all over his face.
“Oh son, fuck, I should have told you this years ago. Your sister was the sweetest thing to ever come into our lives, she never wanted anyone to be in pain because of her.” He’s gotten up now and is pacing the small room. “Fuck, you were a match Bart, the doctors gave her a ten percent chance of survival even with the transplant, and she refused to put you through the pain just for her to die anyway. She didn’t want you blaming yourself if it failed; we should have told you. I’m sorry son.” I’m shocked, pissed, and hurt all at once.
