I changed into the suit Waverley got me, Sans tie. I looked like a dick with that thing on, but I got on my bike and headed to the hotel where the dance was, thinking about how happy she was gonna be seeing me.
But that wasn’t what happened, and my heart ached again, thinking about what I saw when I got there. Like some kind of fucking idiot with a corsage wearing something I felt like a complete fucking tool wearing.All for her.
I’d watched her go to a car with Andrew Reinhart, one of the football players, who was a raging prick. He hated the MC and had no problem calling the club kids at the school trash, and whores, and any other vile name he could think of. And she was with him.
I’d stood on the sidewalk in the dark looking at that car, seeing their silhouettes coming together, watching him climb on top of her as the car started rocking. It took everything in me not to go over there and rip the door off the hinges and tear that fucker apart.
It was only that she had got into that car with him that stopped me. She had put herself in that vehicle with him and given him something she had promised was meant for me.
I hated her right then, hated what she was doing to us, and all logical thought left me. I got on my bike, tearing the suit jacket to shreds, and throwing it and the corsage into the gutter with my fucking heart.
I’d gone back to the party, got shit faced drunk and let one of the club whores climb all over me. Connor and Warren were too drunk to do much about it and I’d made sure they didn’t see too much, but I had seen King watching me.
I hadn’t cared. Let him think what he wanted of me. It was partly his fault anyway. If he hadn’t stopped me from going with her, she wouldn’t have done this to me.
He wasn’t stupid, he knew I was seeing his daughter, and any normal dad would have come over and asked what the fuck I was doing, but King wasn’t a normal father and over the years, I’d questioned whether he had been lying to us that night because he wanted something like that to happen. To push us apart.
No one could have predicted what Waverley did though, no one could have known how completely she had gutted me with her actions.
I wanted to hurt Waverley as much as she hurt me. I wanted to fucking destroy her. So I’d bided my time, knowing she’d be back and when she texted me to say she was headed home and asked if I was okay, I made my move.
How dare she fucking text me after what she did? Like she was going to just come back after fucking that cunt and expect me to just be waiting for her.
Nope, that was not what she saw when she got back.
She saw me laying a half-naked girl over the hood of a car in front of the compound, fucking her senseless, making her scream my name and I had watched her, watching us. Saw the tears in her eyes, the utter devastation that crossed her face as I smirked and looked through her like she wasn’t there.
I couldn’t carry on after she ran away into the dark, the sounds of her sobs filling the night air, competing with the sounds of the club girl giving me shit for stopping.
Waverley was getting what she deserved. I was angry with myself, and I stormed away from the clubhouse, headed up to the lake, where I screamed at the top of my lungs, hating her more with each passing second.
I took time alone up there, let my anger and heartache pour out of me. Wiped my tears and vowed I’d never let another woman get to me like this again.
Then I went back to the compound and got so drunk I couldn’t stand up. Broke a damn table when I fell through it to the cheers and whoops of the other guys. They loved me, they wanted me. The club was all that mattered. That was the lesson I learned that night. Warren and Connor had to get me back to my room.
They had no idea what was going on. Luckily, I hadn’t blurted out what happened. Somewhere deep down inside of me, no matter how broken I felt, how much I hated her, I still fucking loved her, and I couldn’t bring myself to bad mouth her.
I woke up to find she was missing, to a frantic Warren and Connor trying to track her down. Then we found out she had gone to Rosa for help, and she was gone for good. She had left to start a new life before college. She had been begging us for years to leave with her. Her decision to flee that night was because of what happened. She felt guilty and wouldn’t be able to face me.
Those tears and that look in her eyes were about more than what she was seeing. She knew she had done me wrong. She knew she was getting what she deserved.
Of course, she didn’t know I had seen her. But I knew who started all of that. Her. It was all on her.
Good fucking riddance, I’d told myself. I wouldn’t have to look her in the eye and know what we did to each other that night.
It hadn’t been right to get back at her that way. I should have confronted her instead of fucking someone else, knowing she would see me. But I was a stupid kid. She was the one who cheated first, who pissed all over what we had. I wouldn’t be able to handle seeing her.
It hurt seeing Connor and Warren so lost after she was gone, and they misconstrued my behavior for feeling the same way. I didn’t bother correcting them.
They found out I fucked the whore though and even though they didn’t know Waverley saw it happen, they did figure it had something to do with her being gone and they kicked the shit out of me. I let them. It was what I deserved.
But all this time, I kept her part of it to myself. I couldn’t bring myself to let them think badly of her. They were hurting, and I didn’t want to add to that. I didn’t want them to hate her the way I did.
I still didn’t know why she did it and as the years passed, I told myself I didn’t care.
What was done was done.
And the worst part of it was, Andrew Reinhart now worked with the MC. His company was doing the construction work in the compound. I had to see that little shit on the regular and it took everything within me not to put Ballistic’s lessons to use on the smug little fucker.
