Page 7 of Bart (Hades Rejects MC)
“Yeah, I know, but can’t you escape with me after the party? I mean Babe, I have to go back home tomorrow, we won’t see each other for a few weeks, at least until I can find work near you.” Shit, I knew my time was ending, but I’d hoped to make it ‘til I got back home, then send him a letter or call him, let him down easy. I couldn’t take a chance of him moving close to me, I needed to end it with him tonight, before we both left for home. Fuck, this wasn’t going to be such a fun day after all.
“How about we talk about it after we graduate? Right now we need to get going before we miss it, alright?” I feel shitty for not ending this sooner, I should have ended it before it even started, but I was lonely, and well he was there.
“Fine, but as soon as we finish we talk, we need to decide how we’re going to do this move, together.” I’m going to hate myself when this day is over, I can already tell. Taking a calming breath, I grab my cap and gown and we head out. Today I will officially be a college graduate.
The last four years haven’t been easy, I’ve had my share of problems along the way, all of which I’ve kept from Pops. During my first semester, Derrick showed up. Apparently, he decided to go to the same college as me by mistake. I figured after the last ass whooping he got for trying something with me, he’d have stayed as far away from me as possible, not the case. He decided to let everyone in on my personal life story, for the next semester I found myself being propositioned by most of the male population on campus. I came close to tucking tail and running back home, but when the following semester started and Derrick didn’t return, the offers suddenly stopped. I still felt like everyone was talking about me, but I didn’t have anyone harassing me.
When Victor asked me out the first time I turned him down flat, basically deballed him in front all his buddies, simply because I thought he’d heard about me. The second time he asked me out, he was alone and brought flowers, I laughed at him and told him that wasn’t going to get him laid either. He’d looked at me so confused that I told him everything, well everything except the whole Bart thing. He’d hugged me, told me he understood, and said when I was ready to reveal the rest to let him know. A week later after I called Pops to check in and found out Bart had been home but left again, I said yes. We’d been together ever since, I waited for almost a year before we had sex, not that he didn’t try, just that I wasn’t ready to share that with anyone else yet. I’d called home to find out that Bart wasn’t planning on being home for Christmas again, I went over to Vic’s place that night. Yeah, even to me it sounds shitty, but when it came down to it, I’d waited long enough for Bart to get his head out of his ass. I needed to live.
My musings were interrupted as we pulled into the parking lot to the stadium, Vic reached over and squeezed my hand smiling. I notice all the bikes parked outside on the sidewalk leading up to the stadium doors, I shook my head and smile knowing the faculty was probably having a fit over all the bikers.
“You ready Baby?” Nodding, I feel the pit in my stomach growing by the minute, in anticipation of “the talk” we’ll be having after the ceremony. Stepping out of the car, I’m instantly hauled into a tight hug by none other than Pops.
“Hey Baby Girl, I’m so proud of you! Here, let me look at you.” Pulling away from me, he spins me around making me blush from head to toe shaking my head.
“Pops, stop that. I look fine, I love the dress, but I have to get inside like yesterday.” I shoo him away from me as Vic comes around the car in a hurry. Pops and Vic have never met, I’ve kept them apart for a reason, frankly I liked Vic alive.
“Whoa! Blissful who is this guy? Hey, get your hands off my girlfriend.” I can’t help but laugh at the look on Pop’s face or the one on Vic’s. Holding my sides, I bend at the waist and just about lose it in a fit of giggles. Hearing Pops growl is what sobers me quickly, I stand back up and stop him just before he’s about to go after Vic.
“Hold up there Superman, this is my Pops, Pops this is Vic, my.... boyfriend.” I hesitate on the last word just enough to catch a look on Vic’s face as if I just slapped him, while Pops just glares over my head at him. Great this is going to be an awesome night.
“Sorry.... Sorry Mr. Finch I didn’t realize.” Fuck, he didn’t just called Pops by my father’s name did he, I needed to get him out of here before he got himself killed.
“Alright you, let’s go graduate, we can finish introductions later. Pop go to your seat; I’ll see you afterwards.” Kissing him quickly on the cheek, I turn to walk away from him, then he drops the bombshell on me.
“Alright Baby Girl, Bart’s here with us, go graduate and make us proud.” Turning to glare at him, knowing he kept this information from me the whole time we were planning graduation made me want to throttle him, he just smiles back at me. Oh, that man was going to get it!
“Who’s Bart?” Shit, I still hadn’t told Vic about Bart, yeah go ahead and say it, I’m a bitch, I know.
“Bart’s his son, my adoptive brother, and bane of my existence during high school. Can we discuss this later please?” He doesn’t answer at first, simply grips my hand and practically drags me into the stadium. Once inside he twirls me around to face him, getting within an inch of my face.
“Bliss, I’ve put up with some shit the last three years because I love you, but keeping secrets from me, that shit doesn’t work. Now you tell me who the fuck Bart is, right fucking now, because I saw that look in your eyes when his name was mentioned. That’s not the look you have for an “adoptive brother.” What the fuck Bliss?” I’m nervous, he’s never gotten this aggressive with me, he has always been calm even when we argue. This side of him was kind of scary, his face was turning red, while the veins in his neck were going crazy.
“Bart is his son, end of story, now move so I can graduate.” I go to move and he places his hands on both sides on my head, trapping me. I can hear people moving around me, but Vic has pulled us into a hallway that’s too dark for people to see down, I could scream, but I don’t think he will hurt me; he’s just pissed.
“Wrong fucking answer Bliss! Now tell me who the fuck he is. Is he the one that took that sweet little pussy before me, huh?” He drives home his point by rubbing his cock against my core, officially scaring the shit out of me. Placing my hands over his I try to soothe him, he only inches closer, pushing me against the wall.
“Vic, he’s just my adoptive brother, okay, nothing more. Come on Baby, let’s graduate.” He seems to calm down, thankfully, but I know now when we have our little talk later I’m going to need someone with me. Three years and he’d never acted like this with me, I don’t understand what got into him. Holding my hand, gentler this time, we walk out to take our seats with the rest of our class.
The whole ceremony takes far less time than I thought it would. Before I know it, I’m on stage for the second time in my life accepting my diploma, and just like last time, they are all there screaming my name holding signs. I look up smiling at them, when my eyes connect with the one man I’ve been in love with since I was 14, my steps falter as I descend the steps. He’s here, I mean yeah Pops said he was, but seeing him is like a cold splash of water on my face. He looks bigger, better even, damn why did he still have to be so fucking hot. I duck my head down and quickly make it to my seat, praying the ground will suddenly eat me, no such luck. The ceremony ends, we throw our caps, we hoot and holler, and then we’re off. Before I even make it two steps down the aisle Vic is there reaching for my hand, his grip isn’t painful, but it is firm. We’re out the doors and at his car before I can blink, whipping around to face me, his eyes say it all.
“Now you will fucking tell me who the fuck is Bart!” We’re in the parking lot, people are rushing around, I could make a run for it, but again I don’t think he’ll really hurt me; he’s hurt and pissed is all.
“Look Vic, we really need to talk, I get that, but can we do it in private please.” Flinging me towards the car, I barely stop myself from landing against the car full force.
“Fine, get in the damn car, we’re going somewhere quiet.” I hesitate for a second, but when he gives me a pleading look, I get in. Sitting in silence while he drives us to wherever it is he deems quiet enough for us to talk, I don’t notice ‘til it’s too late that we are in the middle of nowhere.
“Vic, where are we? Why don’t we go to a diner or something to talk?” He shoves the car in park, gets out, comes around, and practically yanks me out of my seat.
“You wanted to talk in private, well Baby this is private. Now tell me who he is!” He’s pacing in front of me as I’m looking for the right words to explain who Bart is. I decide my best bet is honesty.
“He’s... he’s the man I’ve loved for years.” The words are barely out of my lips before he’s on me slamming me against the car.
“No... no don’t say that, take it back, you don’t love him, you love me, remember.” With each word he’s shaking me, slightly bouncing me off the car door.
“Vic, please, you’re hurting me. I’m sorry Vic I really am, I tried, you have to know I really tried with you. It’s not your fault, Bart has always had that part of me, I can’t give it to anyone else.” He flings himself away from me like I’ve scalded him with hot water; he starts pacing again, pulling at his hair.
“You tried! You tried?! Are you fucking kidding me, you had to try to love me? Bliss, I gave you everything I had in me, I was going to marry you, we were going to have the perfect fucking life, like hell you tried. Haven’t I been good to you? Don’t I take care of that sweet pussy of yours just right? Tell me how to make you love me?” He’s crying, outright crying, pulling at his hair, he looks like a maniac. Reaching out I try to soothe him, I feel a like a total bitch for putting him through this.
