Page 3 of Bart (Hades Rejects MC)
If you had told me four years ago that I would be graduating high school and getting ready to attend college in the fall, I’d have laughed in your face. Castor coming into my life changed everything. After the first night in the clubhouse, he moved me into his own home. He said he couldn’t find anyone else with the room. Bart wasn’t thrilled in the least. I still wish I knew why he hated me so much, but whatever, soon I’d be at the university and my life would really start. No one there would know about my past, no one would judge me by the actions of my father or my surrogate father.
Castor made sure I had the best of everything. He bought me beautiful formal dresses for all my dances, and even made Bart go with me as my chaperone, I guess that was probably one of the reasons he hated me. He hated dances, every time he took me, he’d sit in the corner watching me all night like a hawk. Any time a boy got even a little close, he’d yank us apart saying, “Pop’s orders”.
People knew that I wasn’t really Bart’s sister or Castor’s daughter, but they knew better than to say anything about it. Bart would have knocked their teeth out. One time, right after I started living with them, a boy in school came up to me and asked me how much I’d charge him for a blow job. Bart found me crying in his car after school; he almost got expelled from school because of what he did to the kid. I’m sure that was yet another reason he hated me, I’d made high school hell on him, or should I say Castor’s constant orders to keep me safe did.
At home Bart would stay as far away from me as possible. He chose to stay at the clubhouse on the weekends leaving me home alone. That is until I started dating, he’d come up with any excuse not to go with his dad when he went. He’d say he needed to work on homework, or fix something around the house, but all he did was sit on the couch watching television. Castor’s only rule for me dating was that he had to meet the boy first, if he survived the meeting without peeing himself, he was deemed fit to date me. When Derrick, the son of one of his club members, asked me out, he was very clear about the answer “No.” Derrick was pissed, so much so he started running his mouth.
“What’s up Castor, you trying to keep that tight little pussy for yourself until she reaches eighteen or what?” I’d never seen Castor so angry, his whole face turned red before he rushed Derrick practically flinging him across the clubhouse; it took four guys to pull him off Derrick’s prone body. Derrick went to live with his grandparents after that, and I avoided the clubhouse as much as possible. I felt like I was responsible for strife within his ranks, especially since Derrick and Bart had been best friends. Bart was so pissed he refused to speak to me for weeks. Yet another reason for the man of my dreams to hate me, I was doomed to want someone who would never want me.
Back to me graduating and heading to college, I was hoping I’d find someone to get my mind and heart off of Bartholomew Stone and his penetrating gaze. I lost count of how many times I laid in bed at night playing with myself, thinking of his hands on my body, his fingers touching me in all the places I wanted him to, coming with his name on my lips every time. It was a never-ending torture, knowing he hated every fiber of my being and would never be mine. I needed to get the hell away from him and hopefully find someone else that made my heart beat as loudly as he did.
“So, today’s the day huh?” Bart was waiting for me in the living room when I came out with my cap and gown in hand, I was dressed in something simple but sexy. My skirt barely reached my knees, and my top was a low cut V-neck to show off my ample cleavage, they’d grown from C-cups to DD’s over the past couple of years. I topped off my look with five-inch red fuck me pumps. He looked me up and down shaking his head.
“Yeah, today I graduate and then two months ‘til I move to the dorms, I know you’ll be happy to see me gone, so feel free to act happy.” Bart took a few steps toward me before stopping, he smiled and seemed like he was going to say something nice but then he opened his mouth.
“Do you really think that outfit is appropriate for graduation? Dad is gonna flip when he sees you dressed like that, can’t you cover up a little.”
“First of all, I’m eighteen now, which means I can wear whatever I want. Second, I’m going to be wearing my cap and gown over it until after the ceremony anyway, so chill out. Why do you care if he gets pissed, that should make you happy to see him get angry at me?” For a second I think he’s going to move closer to me, my breath picks up just a little bit until we hear Castor coming down the hall.
“What the hell Bliss?! Please tell me that’s not what you are wearing to graduate in?” I plaster on my most innocent face and bat my eyelashes at him.
“Yes, that’s exactly what I intend to do; I’ll be covered up by my gown the whole ceremony.” He gives me his patented I’m-not-taking-any-arguments look, until he takes a look over at Bart, whatever passes between them convinces him to let me go.
“Fine, don’t forget tonight the clubhouse is throwing your graduation party, I’m so proud of you baby girl.” He walks over to me and bends my head to give me a kiss on the top, this man may not have been my biological father, but he was definitely my dad in every sense of the word.
“Thanks Pops! Now I have to be there early to line up but you guys don’t have to be there ‘til one, do you want me to take the truck or do you want to drop me off?”
“We’ll take you, right Bart?” Again something passed between these two, like they had some secret I wasn’t part of. It made me wonder what exactly they were up to, conspiring behind my back with surprises wasn’t anything new, but I figured with the party at the clubhouse no surprises were to be had.
They were eerily quiet the whole way to graduation, it made me extremely suspicious by the time we pulled into the parking lot to drop me off.
“So we’ll drop you off here, and then go find our seats to watch, but after you’ll find us, right?” Yeah something was definitely up, we’d discussed this scenario for the last week, drilled it into each other’s heads.
“Ok you two, what’s up? What dastardly deed do you two have cooked up for me?” They looked at me with the fakest innocent looks on their faces. “Fine, don’t tell me, but you know how I feel about surprises.”
“Now baby girl we know you don’t like surprises; so why would you think we have something planned?” Castor wasn’t fooling me for a second.
“Alright I’ll let you two have your fun, and just hope I don’t get thoroughly embarrassed by whatever it is you have planned.” As I went to step out of the vehicle, Bart made sure to toss my graduation gown at me.
“Put that on before someone gets an eye full!” Huffing, I unzipped the front and slid into it.
“There, that better, big brother.” He grinned like a creepy Joker at me as I walked away.
Before I knew it, I was sitting in my seat waiting for the principal to call my name. “Bliss Finch!” Getting up slowly, I walked down the aisle toward the stage when a sound like nothing I’ve ever heard starts from up in the bleachers. It’s then that I look toward the crowd and see a whole section holding up signs that spell out “CONGRATS BLISS! WE LOVE YOU!” They’d brought the whole club, everyone was there screaming my name, tears started pouring down my face as I accepted my diploma and raised it up to them. In that moment I didn’t care how embarrassing they were being, someone gave a shit about me.
Walking back to my seat, I saw him. The one man I never wanted to set eyes on again, sitting there smugly smiling at me, my father. I tried to ignore him, but I froze looking up toward the man I now called dad for comfort, and in a blur I saw him and Bart race toward me. People were bumping into me from behind, but I couldn’t move.
“Bliss, Bliss look at me, what’s wrong?” It’s Bart, and he’s shaking me while Castor is looking around, I hear his curse under his breath as my feet finally decide to move, and I can hear people whispering all around me. They don’t wait for the ceremony to be over; instead they practically carry me to the truck. All these years and that sick bastard still has power over me. I’m shaking all over, my skin is crawling, the only plus side is Bart is holding me, rubbing my back. I can feel the truck speed off and the rumble of the club following behind us, as I snuggle into Bart. I must have fallen asleep because the next thing I know Bart is shaking me awake.
“Hey, you’re going to miss your graduation party sleepy head.” Somehow he’d managed to put me in my bed, a pretty difficult feat considering I wasn’t exactly a small girl.
“Hey, what happened? The last thing I remember is being in the truck.” He reaches up to brush a piece of hair out of my face, and for just a moment, I think maybe he doesn’t hate me anymore, but just as quickly his face changes and he pulls his hand back.
“You passed out half way home from graduation... look I’m sorry he was there Bliss... we posted guards into the field, somehow he snuck through. This was supposed to be your day, I’m sorry he ruined it for you.” Sitting up we are so close I can feel his breath against my skin, it’s the closest thing to kissing we’ve been since the day I came to live with him.
“He didn’t ruin it; I won’t let him, seeing all of you in the stands cheering me on made my day, thank you.” Looking into my eyes, he sees my sincerity. He starts to move toward me, and I close my eyes waiting for him to make contact. Suddenly, my bedroom door is flung open and we jump apart like two naughty children caught with their hand in the cookie jar.
“Bart what’s taking so long, is she ok?” Of course, just when I think I might get to feel his lips on mine again, Pop comes in to break us apart.
