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Learning a New Truth [ Open to All Jax RPers ]

Fuck. What had Tara and Wendy told him that would make his kid go this crazy on him? He and Tara had talked about keeping certain things from them, certain things that were too heavy to tell kids about their childhood. Guess she’d went back on that because right now, he knew Abel musta known something big. “Psycho?!” he yelled. “You respect who you’re fuckin talkin to, Abel. Whatever you heard, whatever you know, there were reasons that it was kept from you.” Hearing his first born, his baby, tell him that he didn’t trust him made his chest ache a little. “Welcome to the fuckin club, kid. Ain’t nobody around here had an easy life.” 

"I don't respect a person who forces drugs into a woman's system you sick fuck!" he snaps. And to be honest he'd forced shit outta people's mouths. They didn't exactly have a choice. Let's just say Abel had inherited his father's 'skills' of persuasion. And it wasn't so much Tara told him anything, but more some one else did and Tara confirmed it. "I only have the life you gave me old man." he hisses. "God it's like I don't know what's the truth and what's and now nothing makes sense!" he croaks. "I looked up to you dad, I wanted to be just like you!" he yells. His eyes were glossy. "Now I don't know what to think, I knew you were a rough guy... but jesus dad..." he turns away, putting a fist to his mouth.

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Learning a New Truth [ Open to All Jax RPers ]

Crossing his arms, Jax clenched his jaw and raised an eyebrow. “Let me guess. You were off talkin to Wendy again.” He shook his head and leaned against he counter. “Calm the fuck down, son. You tell me what the hell she told you and I’ll tell you the truth since she likes to turn shit around.” 

"Talkin' to Wendy and a lot of people..." he glares. "Tara too.." he hisses. "I know you lie to me, I know you kept secrets and shit from me I had the right to know." he glares. "Don't you tell me to calm down you psycho." he snaps. "I don't trust you anymore..." he said with such grave finality. "My whole life has been a damn lie." he lets out a bitter laugh.

Morning After [ undergroundmusicshop ]

Ed gave him a look for a moment before coming to the realization of what he meant. "Yeah," he nodded. "But don't worry. I liked it a lot." He gave a sly grin, wiggling an eyebrow at him and pulling the bandana out of his hair to put it back in the place it had been so no one asked questions. "Always been a sucker for the rough stuff." He touched his neck softly for a moment, feeling skin. The bruised skin.

He looks at Ed and huffs. "Alright... I just... I don't know what I'd do if I really hurt you... cause that's...." he sighs heavily and moves closer to Ed, tugging him into a deep kiss. "C'mon, let's go back to your place yeah?" he asks quietly. "I just... I want to curl up in bed with you and cuddle..." he then grins. "You tell a soul though and I'll kick your ass..." he chuckles.

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Ah. Tig had struck a nerve. As Tig more often than not did. Except he usually had little nagging sadistic intentions in mind when he got under other’s skin and this moment has been completely unintentional. He glanced back at the moping kid, squinting his eyes, and presses, “Guess you don’t see much of Tara anymore, huh?”

"No I see her plenty, I didn't get married young and knock anyone up, so I don't need my own place, but I pretty much live in my dorm at the club house..." he huffs. Abel looks down and rubs the bridge of his nose. "Why do you ask?" he looks over at Tig.