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@juiceof || Continued from [x]
“A little. Opie’s getting out of prison. Not turning five.” Though, to be fair, he had done five years. And all because Kyle had been a cowardly little...
No. No. She was not going to get angry. Not today. Not when they were supposed to be celebrating. “Did the prospects grab the cake?”
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“Fuck you too”
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“Fuck you, too…” She heard the words but no expression changed her features. The former surgeon knew why he had said that to her. It was his reply to her running over his motorcycle. He had been sent to watch her by the President of SAMCRO…that particular man happened to be her husband. Tara knew the club was watching her to make sure she didn’t rat any of them out but her time in prison F O R the club should have been enough for them to know that she would not turn on them. She wanted a way out…she wanted the promises that Jax had made to her to get out of Charming but she knew it was too late…to late for everything.
“Did you say something?” She inquired, a perked brow as her gaze set upon him watching him sitting lounging on a set of chairs in the hospital waiting room. The Harley, she knew, was dented and twisted…the suv she drove did its damage and had stopped him for a moment or two but there he was again. Another way would have to happen for her to escape…to take her boys out of Charming…to safety and without fear of the enemies of SAMCRO…or the fear of what her husband would do to her.
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“You’re on my shit list.” But killing Juice outright--then and there? It wasn’t the answer to any of his problems. Strip him of his patches, maybe--that would be the better idea, but he wasn’t going to outright kill him right then and there. Even if Juice had betrayed him. “Doesn’t mean I’m going to kill you standin’ here.”
“would you die for me?”
Would he die for him? “Are you fucking crazy?” The answer was a resounding no. The distrust that he had in Juice was something that was only growing as time went on. It wasn’t like he didn’t know what was going on, that the other had betrayed him.
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Anger could be seen in her eyes...he was following her on her husband’s orders! Did she expect anything different? She should not have been surprised. What else would he do knowing she had taken the boys from their home and she was running from him. Jax needed someone to follow her to make sure she did not leave Charming. “I have to do this for you?” She questioned knowing that if she didn’t keep his secret; Juice would run back to Jax and tell him where she was. “I will do this, Juice but do not tell Jax you saw me. You can tell him you lost me somehow and found me later.” She offered in return for his silence and to help him.
She had not meant to hurt Juice but to disable the Harley he had been riding to follow her but he had gotten in the way of the SUV. “Come to my office and I will patch you up but as for the bike; I can pay you but I have to get the cash,” she explained to him before continuing. ‘We are friends, Juice but you are also loyal to the club; which you should be and to your president.” She said to him...always the Queen.
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gemma's gaze is directed down into her lap , where hands are folded together , fingers twisting the rings she wore 'roud her knuckles. it's easier to let worry and the general frustration she felt with doctors to get the best of her , but she's attempting not to let it show. her love for those kids runs bone-deep , and the fear of losing another child that she loved was enough to shake the very foundation of which she'd built her life on , sending cracks through the structure , the ceiling buckling in. ❛ waiting is always the worst part. ❜ she remembers when her own son was holed up in a hospital bed , and she'd spent the better part of a week at his side , holding his hand while doctors and nurses yammered on in a rhetoric that she couldn't understand. in the end it had all been a disappointment anyway.
she reaches idly for his hand , squeezing gently. it was her way of communicating the fact that she enjoyed his company in that moment. it wasn't as though she could bestow her worries upon jackson , not when it was his child. she sighs heavily , shoulders rising and falling and she rakes a hand through her hair. ❛ i know they appreciate you all being here. ❜ she mumbles without facing him , ❛ this shit never gets any easier. ❜ @juiceof
Send ✝ to find my muse sitting alone in an empty church
Send ✝ to find my muse sitting alone in an empty church. @juiceof
gemma gave up on religion decades ago. when she found herself believing that no god could be cruel enough to subject anyone to the wrath of rose madock. she’d run away on the 10 o'clock bus and left all those ideals back home with her parents. there was no god which shone brightly enough for her to continue. ad all it did was remind her of her mother’s cruel punishments and her father’s continued absence from the dinner table. ever song surrounded suspiciously like nathaniel’s procession , and ever prayer was a vain plea to the clouds , to an imaginary bearded man.
but then again , when life got too hard , when every turn was left instead of right , she found those bone-deep morals creeping up her spine , clambering for attention. she found herself in the small make-shift prayer room at st. thomas with nearly every visit. she wouldn’t consider herself to be ’ lost in prayer ’. rather , questioning something that everyone else seemed to believe in. certainly there must be something real to such a widespread belief. perhaps that figure could save her from the darkness descending upon her life , closing in from every side , fogging any idea of true north.
when the door opens , she’s sitting in the second pew , hunched forward slightly , hands between her knees. she shifts to look over her shoulder , and upon recognizing the new entry , she offers a soft smile. there’s no need to conjure an excuse for what she’s doing. it’s no secret that she would do anything to ensure the survival and safety of her newborn grandson. ❛ come sit. ❜ she offers , words clouded in the heavy air , quiet , almost unsure. she pulls her purse into her lap , making room upon the bench beside her. ❛ ain’t no use pesterin’ doctors with questions. they’ll tell us when they know. ❜ she’d played this game before. she’d waited for that heart problem to come for multiple members of her family , put her trust in the doctor’s hands. doctors who never seemed capable of holding it.
"Hey, let me grab that box for ya.."
Emily sighed and handed over the box full of her belongings. It wasn’t much, but it was all she had from back home.
“Thanks. Didn’t think it’d be so hard moving in,” she laughed.
