Hey guys this is my first story ever. I hope you guys enjoy. I own nothing at all except Sydney. The rest belongs to Kurt Sutter and Fx.
This should have been like any other day. Sydney Teller sat in her house in her favorite chair wrapped in the blanket her mother in law gifted her. Any other day she would have been tired from standing in her salon all day but today the exhaustion came from something else completely. Her world had been shattered and she had no way of knowing when or even if it would ever the the same. She thought about calling her sister or her mom but why bother. She could hear them now 'Sydney we told you not to marry him' 'He is just like what you were trying to escape'. Telling them was inevitably but right now that was the last thing she wanted to hear. She came to Charming, California 4 years ago with the hopes of making it all on her own. Her family was extremely close and while she loved them fiercely she needed to escape. She had finished beauty school and had quickly started her own salon as soon as she settled in the small town. Gemma Morrow had been her first and most loyal client. She had really made it her mission to spread the word about the new high end salon and it's talented owner. The pair quickly become close and it wasn't long before Gemma insisted on her coming to meet her family. Sydney wasn't naive in the least, coming from a family eerily similar to the Teller-Morrow clan, she did her best to ignore some of her other customers gossip. Her and Jax hit it off immediately but should that really surprise anyone. Jax was the kind of man that was everything you should run away from, rough around the edges but much to attractive to deny. He reminded her a lot of her grandfather and father, even his "profession" seemed to match up. He had been smitten with her too, or so she thought. The two quickly fell in love and married shortly thereafter. Sydney adapted well to the life of an old lady, she even had the Gemma seal of approval. She knew about the club extra curricular activity and she also knew what probably happened on the runs to Reno and various other cities. Sydney chose to ignore the last part maybe it was her insecurities that kept her from asking questions or the way she had been raised. If Jax did step out of their marriage, it had been far enough away from her everyday life that she could just ignore it. Everything was running smoothly until about a week ago, Sydney had boarded a plan headed to Las Angeles to attend a hair show.
"Jax come on I'm going to miss my flight if you don't get up soon" Sydney said as rushed around the room throwing things into her carry on bag.
"Alright darlin I'm up I'm up"
"You gonna miss me?"
"Of course" Jax said as he wrapped his arms around his wife kissing her neck. "You sure you have to go to this thing?"
"Yes I'm sure! Now quit trying to distract me and move it buddy!" Sydney said with a smile.
Remembering that moment broke my heart even more then it already was. Our last good moment together would forever be carved into my memory. I returned home just yesterday to a empty house ,Jax was in Reno until tomorrow so I made plans to have dinner out with Gemma. As I was finishing up the finishing touches on my makeup I heard the doorbell ring. Almost immediately my stomach sank. I knew it wasn't Gemma because she always just let herself in and nobody else really makes it a habit of visiting the Teller household. I looked through the peephole and immediately recognized her. She was one of Luann's girls and someone I had bonded with the few times I was around her. I opened the door to her and immediately regretted it. I swear I could see it in her eyes. I'm not sure what it was maybe a mixture of guilt and fear. She came in and a dropped a bomb right in our living room. Her and Jax had slept together twice. Once a couple months ago at a party at the clubhouse and after vowing to never do it again somehow they ended up back in bed together just two days ago. She said the guilt was eating up at her and it was time to come clean. I was to shocked to think let alone speak. How could this happen? How could he do this? I knew what happened on runs and while I wasn't overly eager about it I had learned to deal. I never had to see those women or hear about it. This was different, this was at home. This was someone I knew. "Get out" were the only words I spoke to her. I couldn't believe it. It couldn't be true. I think I had myself convinced she was lying for a minute. That moment ended when I felt the bile easing up my throat. It was true Jax had cheated on me. He had been with another women, inside someone else. Now I had a face to put with those thoughts that threaten to arise about his fidelity. Gemma found me sobbing over the toilet. Assuming I was sick, I mumbled an apology and showed her out the door. I have sat in this chair since yesterday. The house phone has rang probably over a dozen times but I can't bring myself to answer it. I wouldn't be able to hide it, my voice would betray me. Gemma would tell me to stay and forgive. My mom would tell me to come home and never look back. I had enough noise in my own head as it is. I mean I can't just pack up and leave there are to many circumstances that prevent it from being an easy process. How could I stay here though. Stay in this town, look at her, look at him. I wonder what he is going to say? How he is going to justify it? If I stay, every time he goes on a run or to a clubhouse party I'll picture it in my heard. Is it strange that I imagine it? I try to put it together in my head. What happened what it was like those types of thing. I try to put myself in his position but I can't do. I can't imagine being with someone else. I don't even like to think about being intimate with the people I was long before Jax. That is how much I love him. I can't help but let out a laugh wow how things can change. I was so happy just 24 hours ago. I hear the roar of a motorcycle and realize my time of processing is over. I hastily wipe away the tears. I want to catch him off guard. I want him lie to my face. As I hear the front door open I steal one last glance across the room at the picture frame on the shelve 'Baby Teller'.