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  Hated You Then

  by

  M. Robinson

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  PROLOGUE

  CHAPTER 1

  CHAPTER 2

  CHAPTER 3

  CHAPTER 4

  CHAPTER 5

  CHAPTER 6

  CHAPTER 7

  CHAPTER 8

  CHAPTER 9

  CHAPTER 10

  CHAPTER 11

  CHAPTER 12

  CHAPTER 13

  CHAPTER 14

  CHAPTER 15

  CHAPTER 16

  CHAPTER 17

  CHAPTER 18

  CHAPTER 19

  CHAPTER 20

  CHAPTER 21

  CHAPTER 22

  CHAPTER 23

  CHAPTER 24

  CHAPTER 25

  CHAPTER 26

  CHAPTER 27

  CHAPTER 28

  CHAPTER 29

  Prologue

  <>Harley<>

  Now

  Two plus signs.

  A smiley face.

  One plus sign.

  Two pink lines.

  One pink line.

  And then the word...

  Pregnant.

  Clear as day for me to read. I took six different pregnancy tests, and they all gave me the same exact result.

  Never did I imagine this was where I would be at twenty years old.

  Knocked up.

  With child.

  Bun in the oven.

  Bastard.

  How was I going to tell my family?

  My daddy?

  Or worse...

  The father.

  I was having a baby with the man I least expected.

  Because you see, I hated him.

  He hated me.

  We hated each other.

  Except after everything we’d gone through, done to each other, been through together. Deep in my heart, my soul, my entire being...

  I loved him.

  Chapter 1

  <>Harley<>

  Then: Six years old

  My first word was fuck.

  But only cuz my daddy said it all the time.

  “Harley, are you listening to me?” Momma asked, shuttin’ the refrigerator door with a thud.

  I nodded, but I wasn’t listenin’ at all. I just kept drawin’ a picture of my daddy in the unicorn notebook in front of me. Thinkin’ about him and not that butthole, Jackson Pierce.

  My daddy was my everythin’.


  Most little kids would say their daddies were their heroes, but my daddy really was a hero. I ain’t even playin’. He saved my momma’s life, like for real, for real. Daddy was the reason her heart was still beatin’.

  Cuz his blood ran through her veins when he saved her life with a transfusion.

  And that wasn’t the only time Daddy saved Momma.

  He rescued her a lot, a lot. Like five times from all the bad guys tryin’ to steal her away from him.

  Includin’ my Uncle Noah.

  I know... crazy, right?

  But Daddy says Momma saved him from himself, whatever that meant.

  “Young lady, this behavior needs to stop. How many times have I told you—”

  “Umm hmm,” I hummed, completely ignorin’ her.

  My daddy was also a hero of war, which was like way better than Jackson’s doctor daddy anyway. He was a soldier for our country and brought the flag home. It was in the clubhouse in his office, along with all his other medals. He had lots of them cuz he was a real hero, not just a pretend one.

  My baby brother Owen was even named after Daddy’s military brother who died in battle. Daddy said he wanted his memory to live on forever and ever, so Owen carries a very special name.

  Like me.

  Harley.

  Daddy named me after his favorite thing in the universe besides Momma, his bike.

  Anyone who said Harleys weren’t the best piece of machinery known to man could kiss Daddy’s ass. His words, not mine. I wasn’t allowed to cuss. It always got me in a whole lot of trouble.

  Just like Jackson did.

  Luke was our middle brother. He was named after Daddy’s baby brother who died when he was little. I was the oldest, so that meant I’d heard all the stories of Momma and Daddy’s lives so many times I knew them by heart. Daddy was the best bedtime storyteller, ever. I told all my friends their stories, even though Momma said I couldn’t talk ‘bout those things.

  I didn’t listen to her...

  I talked ‘bout them anyway, cuz my daddy was the best daddy in all the world, and everyone needed to know it.

  Especially Jackson Pierce.

  “Harley, have you heard a word I said?” she questioned again.

  “Yep,” I replied, poppin’ my p.

  I still wasn’t listenin’. I knew what she was gonna say. It was always the same thing.

  “Harley, you can’t hit Jackson.”

  “Harley, why did you hit Jackson?”

  “Harley, you have to stop hitting Jackson.”

  And what she said the most...

  “Harley, you’re grounded.”

  This wasn’t the first or the last time I’d be in trouble cuz of fart-breath Jackson Pierce.

  “Then what did I say?” Momma asked, stoppin’ in front of me, shakin’ her head.

  “That Jackson Pierce is a stupid, ugly-faced booger.”

  “Harley Jameson!”

  He is!

  Jackson was always sayin’ his daddy was better than mine, cuz his daddy saved lives.

  Well, duh, that’s what doctors do.

  It wasn’t that I didn’t think Jackson’s daddy was awesome. He was, but he wasn’t more awesome than mine.

  Why couldn’t they be the same level of awesomeness?

  Whatever.

  Everyone said Jackson was the golden child, cuz he was good at everythin’...

  Barf.

  He wasn’t as good as me, cuz I was way better than him.

  At anythin’and everythin’.

  Always.

  And I made sure he knew that every chance I got, even if it got me grounded, forever. He needed to know he could kiss my butt, and I made sure he never forgot.

  I ignored him for the most part. At least I tried to, but he was always gettin’ me in trouble with his stupid mouth. Momma said to pretend like he wasn’t there, but when I did, he was just a bigger bully with his huge reindeer ears and nose.

  Rudolph The Red-Nosed Reindeer.

  Jackson never stopped either. Sometimes he would pretend to be nice when adults were around, but he was always a turd.

  A big fat one.

  Sayin’ he was better than me, tryin’ to boss me around. Kickin’, pushin’, puttin’ me in headlocks, or holdin’ me down on the ground until I said or did what he wanted.

  So annoyin’...

  I never gave in, ever.

  And I never would.

  Besides, all I had to do when he was pickin’ on me was what my daddy said to do.

  So, I did.

  “My daddy says if boys bother me to kick ‘em where the sun don’t shine,” I told Jackson for the first time.

  “What’s that?”

  I didn’t wait to explain before kickin’ him in the nuts.

  He fell to the ground, hurtin’. “What the heck, Harley?!”

  “What?” I shrugged. “I was just showin’ ya what you asked.”

  “Just wait! I’m gonna knock you into next week!”

  “Good! Then I won’t havta’ see your ugly face that makes me wanna barf!”

  And the next day, he did just that... Never did I imagine he would take it as far as he did.

  Never.

  Ever.

  Under no circumstances.

  I gasped. Screamin’, “Not my limited-edition Christmas Barbie!” Knowin’ who was behind this.

  I ran across my room, leapin’ over my bed to get to her. Carefully takin’ her headless body off the string that was around her neck. Straightening her red sparklin’ gown, feelin’ like I got punched in my tummy.

  When I looked up, there the murderer was, leanin’ against the doorway with his arms crossed over his chest. An evil look takin’ over his face.

  One you’d see in ‘R’ rated movies.

  “Jackson Pierce, you are rotten to the core! What did Barbie ever do to you to deserve this?!”

  “You had my nuts hurting all day, Harley!”

  “I hate you and your nuts!” I didn’t wait again, I tackled him to the ground into the hallway.

  “Get off me, you Gremlin!”

  “Never, you asshole!”

  “Harley Jameson!” Momma yelled in that really, really angry voice. The one she only used when I was in lots and lots of trouble.

  I didn’t get off him until she pulled me away, and then I got grounded for life, again.

  Nothin’ new.

  “Harley, this has to stop,” Momma stressed, pullin’ me away from my memory.

  “Ugh!” I stomped my foot. “I don’t wanna do this, Momma! I hate him! I don’t wanna pretend like I don’t hate him!”

  “Oh, it’s perfectly clear you hate him, young lady. I think you’ve hated him since the day you were born.”

  “I have. He sucks big, huge donkey balls.”

  “Harley! You can’t talk like that.”

  “Momma, if you heard half of the things he’s said to me, you would think he sucks, too.”

  “I have heard the things he says to you, Harley. It’s not like you two try to hide your hatred for each other. It’s well known to everyone in town how much you can’t stand one another. Why do you think you’re not allowed on the opposite teams at school anymore, young lady? Remember you hit Jackson with a baseball bat last year?”

  “It wasn’t even that hard.”

  “Harley, you knocked him out for ten seconds.”

  “He was wearin’ a helmet, and he woke back up.” I shook my head. “He was fine. And I only hit him cuz he hit me first.”

  “You got hit with a foul ball.”

  “That he was pitchin’!”

  “Harley, enough! You kicked him in the nuts, again. For the fifth time this month.”

  “He blocked a few!”

  “Only after the first time you kicked him.”

  “That’s only cuz he said I couldn’t jump as high as he could off the swings, when he knows I can. I’m the highest jumper in the first grade.”

  Why did Jackson have to try and beat me at eve
rythin’?

  Why was he so ugly it hurt my eyes to look at him? And make me want to barf when he was around?

  I didn’t know.

  “And what did I say about using your words?”

  I scratched my head. “But Daddy says—”

  “Harley, I didn’t ask you what your father said, I asked you what I said.”

  Looking down at the ground, I whispered, “To use my words instead of my fists.”

  “That’s ri—”

  I couldn’t hold it in any longer. “But Daddy says sometimes fists speak louder than words.”

  “Damn straight, baby girl,” Daddy stated, walking into the kitchen.

  “Creed!” Momma turned, yelling at him like always. Making me giggle.

  Momma was always yelling at him for the stuff that came out of his mouth, cuz my daddy was awesome and always did and said what he wanted.

  He cussed.

  A lot, a lot.

  Daddy had a potty mouth, and I had a potty mouth cuz of him.

  I was always gettin’ yelled at by adults to watch my language. Little girls were supposed to be polite and delicate and turn into beautiful young ladies.

  Bigger barf.

  Well, I didn’t wanna be like that.

  I just wanted to be myself.

  Harley Jameson.

  The biker princess of the baddest, scariest, meanest biker of them all. Prez of the End of the Road motorcycle club. Creed Jameson.

  My daddy.

  Chapter 2

  <>Harley<>

  Daddy came from a really super long line of bikers. Like a list of hundreds and hundreds of years long. Biker blood ran through my veins like it did my momma’s cuz Daddy made me with his seed. He planted me in Momma’s tummy with his water hose.

  That was how babies were made.

  By gardenin’.

  Daddy said I wasn’t allowed to garden until I was fifty years old. It was okay, cuz I didn’t wanna garden anyway. Boys were stupid.

  Except for my very best friend in the whole wide world, Cash McGraw. But I still didn’t wanna garden with him.

  Momma said Cash had been my best friend since the day I was born. He hated Jackson, too. Not as much as I hated him. No one hated him as much as I did, but Jackson hated Cash, too. They didn’t like each other cuz Cash knew I was better than Jackson and always stuck up for me. Even though I didn’t need him to, I could kick Jackson’s butt, and I showed Cash...