Page 21 of Bart (Hades Rejects MC)
CHAPTER EIGHT
Six Months Later
BLISS
Shit, I’m going to be late for my therapy appointment, and my fucking car won’t start. I could try to call Holland, but he’s supposed to be pulling an eighteen-hour shift, and Jessie was out at an interview. She arrived about two weeks after I got home, with just a backpack and her car. Her parents basically told her to get out and don’t come back. We’d made plans to get a place, but with everything that happened we were both living with Holland looking for jobs. I tried to find out what happened with her parents, but she’s been tight lipped since she got here.
Damn it, that left Pops or Bart to call. Sure I could call one of the other guys or even one of the wives, but I didn’t want them at my therapist's office. I wanted as few people as possible to know I was in therapy. It was bad enough the four of them knew about it. Pulling up my big girl panties, I dialed Bart.
“Hello gorgeous, what can I do for you?” We weren’t together, but we’d been spending time together, as friends.
“My car won’t start, and I need to get to my appointment, can you come pick me up? Unless you’re busy, then don’t worry about it I’ll call Pops.” Shit, could I sound more like a pussy? I’m still uncertain about our relationship and how to deal with it. We’re supposed to just be friends, but I’m pretty sure most friends don’t have the same feelings we do for each other.
“I’m grabbing my keys right now, I’ll be there in a few.” I can hear him talking to someone in the background, it sounds like a feminine voice. Suddenly I get the image of him in bed with one of the sweet butts from the club, and my blood starts to boil.
“Yeah, I’ll see when you get here then.” I cut off the call; I have no right to be pissed. I have no claim on him, but I can’t help but feel betrayed.
When he arrived fifteen minutes later I got in the truck and didn’t say a word to him. I was afraid if I did I might say something I’d regret or worse hear something I might never forget.
“Why the cold shoulder all of a sudden?”
“Nothing, I’m just pissed my car won’t start. Can we please just get to my appointment?” He looks over at me questioningly. I don’t care he can wonder all he wants; I’m keeping my mouth shut. I didn’t need confirmation he was keeping himself occupied with someone else, while I was busy trying to mend my broken pieces. I was better, I could sleep alone, finally. The first days were the roughest, Holland practically lived in my bedroom at night, which didn’t really sit well with Bart at all. At first, I tried to be brave, I’d go to bed alone and wake up screaming. Holland would come in and hold me so we could both sleep. Eventually we didn’t even bother going to bed alone, I crawled into his king size bed with him. I’d sleep under the covers while he’d sleep above them, I’m still not sure why he bothered it’s not like he was attracted to me or anything.
Two days after coming to stay with him, just like he made me promise, I found a therapist that I actually liked. She’d been helping me through everything that happened, as well as some of my childhood issues. Dr. Diaz never judged me, she always comforted me when I broke down. I never felt pressured to talk either, which was nice, because some days I’d just go in and sit there. On those days she’d usually just write in her notebook, I still hadn’t gotten up the nerve to ask her what she wrote in there. I figured it was probably her grocery list, or maybe she was doodling.
“Are you sure there’s nothing wrong Babe?” Babe...did he seriously just call me babe after he was with whoever that whore was. He’s lucky we pull into the office as he asked me that. As soon as the truck stopped, I was out and heading for the door. “Hey, wait up, what crawled up your ass today?”
Turning to face him, I’m ready to let him have it, but before I can even get started Dr. Diaz is at the door welcoming me in.
“I was starting to worry Bliss, you’re almost ten minutes late. Who is this?” Turning back around to face her I give her my best fake smile, but I know she sees right through it.
“Oh this, this is Nobody. I’m sorry I’m late my car wouldn’t start, so Nobody here gave me a lift. You can wait in the truck; I’ll be out in about forty-five minutes.” With that, I wave my hand at him as I walk into the office leaving Dr. Diaz staring after me.
BART
“Bliss wait!” I only get two steps before Dr. Diaz is blocking my way.
“So Mr. Nobody is it, I’m guessing you pissed off the pistol there pretty good. I’m going to take it by the look on your face that you don’t know why she’s pissed. Yeah, I thought so. I’m also going to take a stab in the dark and say you are in fact not Nobody, but are none other than Bart. Would I be correct in that assumption?” She’s not at all what I expected for a therapist; she has a backbone of steel. I imagine if I tried to barrel my way past her she’d lay me out. She wasn’t very imposing, maybe five foot two, a buck fifty, but her eyes, her eyes said “fuck with me and I’ll kill you just as soon as look at you.”
“Yeah, I’m just assuming she’s on the rag, and yes I’m Bart.” I know asshole thing to say, but my hackles were up from Bliss treating me like shit. Even though I went and picked her up like she asked. I’d been keeping things “friendly” like she wanted. What could she possibly be pissed off at me for?
“Ok well, I can tell you’re not the brightest man there is. She loves you, so I’ll look past the stupid. Look, I’d like you sit in on this session. I think if you see where she’s at maybe it will help your case.” Wait, what did she just say, Bliss loves me, she’d actually told this woman that she loved me.
“Shouldn’t you ask her if it’s alright first? I mean, I don’t want to piss her off any more than she already is, and maybe she doesn’t want me to hear what’s said in there.” Dr. Diaz ignores my question and instead simply holds the door open motioning me inside, well here goes nothing. Walking inside her office, it looks like nothing I thought. Instead of your typical reception desk and chair, there was a wide open space with bean bag chairs. Reminded me of some hippie retreat, I was starting to really wonder if this doctor was an actual doctor.
