Page 14 of Bart (Hades Rejects MC)
I’ve lost track of time; I don’t know how long I’ve been down in this hell-hole, and my whole body is one giant bruise. Vic brings me food, takes me upstairs to use the bathroom, then throws me back down in my hole. I’ve actually started to grow use to the violent way in which he takes my body, I’m numb to his assaults, my mind has shut off from the pain. He’s carved his initials in my skin everywhere, tiny V’s all over my body, so everyone will know who I belong to.
The constant state of numbness has more to do with the drugs he keeps pumping into me, and less to do with him abusing my body. Although since I no longer even attempt to fight him, Vic has gotten rougher, trying to make me scream out. I’ve bitten my tongue to the point of bringing blood to keep from giving him the satisfaction. I refuse to give him any more than he’s taking from me, it’s my last act of defiance.
The last meds he gave me are starting to wear off, I know he’ll be down soon to give me another shot, I can hear him moving around upstairs. Since that first day I haven’t heard the second voice again, I’m not sure if Vic got rid of him, or if he’s just waiting ‘til Vic is done playing with me to take his turn. When he took me upstairs to the bathroom I didn’t notice any signs of a second person, hell maybe the second person was his imaginary friend, fuck if I cared at this point. I just want this over, I’d pray for death, but I can’t do that to Pops, he’s already lost one daughter. So I hang on for him, knowing that once he knows what I’ve been through he’ll never be able to look at me again. I can’t even fathom what Bart will think of me, no I can, he’ll realize I’m the whore my father always wanted me to be, and never want anything to do with me. My fairy tale went poof right before my eyes.
Hearing Vic at the basement door, I try to prepare myself for what’s about to happen, when I hear someone knocking on a door. Maybe the other guy is back, guess my time was up with Vic. I wasn’t sure whether to be relieved or more scared. I can hear scuffling, cursing, things being thrown against the walls, something falls on the floor causing dust to come from the ceiling. Time seems to stand still as I listen to the sounds coming from upstairs. I hear someone yelling my name, I try to open my mouth to respond but no sound wants to come out.
The door to the basement is flung open, I look up to see Vic being thrown down the stairs toward me, followed by someone I haven’t seen in years, Holland Nash. I notice Vic is tied up as he’s pushed to the floor on his knees. That’s when Holland takes a good hard look at me, I see the fury in his eyes as he bends down to check on me.
“Oh God, Bliss, honey are you alright? Talk to me, here take my shirt.” I try to sit up and hiss as the fabric of his shirt hits every abrasion along my torso. “You sick fuck! Come on Bliss let’s get you out of here, Bart’s on his way.” Hearing Bart’s name causes me to spasm, I can’t face him not right now, maybe not ever.
“No...no Bart, please.” It’s all I can get out, but Holland seems to understand because he lifts me up as gently as possible and carries me to his car. No sooner am I in his car safely tucked in the back seat with a blanket from the trunk, then I hear the first sounds of Bart. I know the sound of his bike a mile away. It used to bring a smile to my face, now I try to burrow into the blanket further so he can’t see what I’ve become. “Holland.... don’t.... please...don’t let him.” He nods his head with a grim set of his lips.
“Bliss, I won’t let him near you if that’s what you want, but you gotta know he’s hurting, he’s hurting bad.” Shaking my head, I start to sob, I can’t help it.
“Please Holland.” I plead and he simply nods in response as he positions himself between the car and Bart’s approach.
“Holland, where is she, is she in the car? Let me see her damn it.” Holland is like a fucking brick wall refusing to move.
“She doesn’t want to see you Bart, she’s...Bart it’s not pretty right now, give her some time. The son-of-a-bitch that took her, he’s inside. The only reason he’s still alive after I found her was because I needed to get her out of there. Bart, make him pay, make him pay inch by fucking inch.” I’m shivering under the blanket, I think Bart is going to try and push past Holland, instead he rushes into the cabin.
“Will she see me?” Pops asks Holland as he approaches the car, he looks back at me to ask, and I nod my head. Moving to follow Bart inside the house along with five or six other guys, Holland leaves me with Pops.
“Can I come in or do you want me to stay out here?” That’s Pops, always there to make me feel like I have a choice, making sure I feel safe, even when I don’t yet.
“Pops.” I sob out and he’s in the car and pulling me against his chest before I know it, where I cry until all that’s left is hiccupping. He’s petting my hair, while whispering apologies to me, what does he have to be sorry about. He pulls me closer earning the first whimper of pain from me.
“Bliss, oh God Baby Girl, what did he do to you? I should have killed him, all my instincts said to kill him when you came back with that gown torn. I’m so fucking sorry sweetheart, but you’re safe now. I’m never letting you out of my fucking sight again.” I just let him hold me, while we wait for the guys to bring Vic out, knowing that I can never go back with him and Bart to live. They don’t deserve to live with someone as tainted as I am. I can’t let that happen, but for now, I’d let him have this moment. I’d pretend to be his little girl, that he was my real father and I hadn’t just been raped repeatedly, just for this moment.
BART
She didn’t want to see me, how could I blame her, it was my fault she’d been taken, my fault that bastard had gotten his hands on her again. If I’d taken his ass out none of this would have happened, and we would have been happily celebrating our new relationship. Would’ve, could’ve, and should’ve didn’t reverse time though. So here I stand staring down at the scumbag who took my love, he did God only knows what to her, and the fucker is actually smiling up at me as if he’s won some giant victory.
“Just what the fuck are you smiling at cocksucker?” Kicking him in his ribs gives me little relief for my growing anger towards him. Bliss refused to see me, and Holland said it wasn’t pretty. Fuck!
“Oh nothing, only that you may have been her first, but she’ll remember me long after I’m gone. She’ll feel me until the day she dies, every time she looks at herself in the mirror she’ll see me, because I’m all over that body of hers. Don’t look so shocked Bart, I know exactly who you are, I’ve known since the day I started my hunt for her. So do whatever it is you plan on doing to me, because no matter what you do, you’ll never erase me from her.” Grabbing him by the throat, I want some answers. Bliss met this asshole at college, how the fuck did he know who I was, let alone that I was her first? He’s struggling to breath, but I need answers before I kill him, and I plan on making it a long process.
“How the fuck do you know who I am? Who told you? Bliss?” Releasing my hold on his throat slightly, I wait for his answer.
“Oh Bart, if I told you that what would be the fun in it for me; no I think I’ll take that tidbit of information to the grave with me. However, I will tell you why Blissful will always have me with her, because I’m such a giving guy. I made sure to mark her with my brand. She’ll be mine forever now; you will never own her like I have.”
“She’s mine you son-of-a-bitch, no mark you left on her will ever change that. Now tell me whom the fuck are you talking about. Who are you working with or for?” Holland comes down the stairs, and for a minute I think he’s going to stop me as I punch Vic directly in his stomach, instead he stands to the side.
“Pops is with Bliss. What’s the plan?” Even though Holland and I have known each other since we were in school together he’s never seen what goes on behind closed doors at the club. I’m not sure he will be able to handle what I have planned for this dickhead.
“Holland, get out of here, let me take care of him. Take Bliss to a hospital, get her checked out, keep her safe for me.” He looks like he’s about to argue with me, but he walks right up to Vic and punches him right in his nuts, then walks towards the stairs.
“That’s for Bliss motherfucker, Bart make sure he fucking suffers man.” I knew he’d make sure Bliss got help, that she’d be safe until I finished with Vic, then I’d beg her forgiveness.
“Someone go get a chair from upstairs, some rope, and go in the shed I saw out back, bring me something sharp.” The guys I brought with me scattered to look for everything, while I held onto Vic.
