She sit on the floor of her room sobbing, for reasons she truly didn't know, she felt lost that day more than usual. She ached to talk to her mother, "just one more time" she would say aloud to herself wanting to hear her mother's infectious laugh just once more. She looked at the photo, the last one taken before her mother left them, she had succumbed to her illness after more than a year of fighting. It all seemed like a life time ago but today, and to Tara, it felt like it had just happened.
Brought out of her slump the phone rang, it startled her. "who the fuck could that be" she knew that dad was out on a binge and that the phone call wouldn't be a good one, it never was
"Is this Rick's girl?" The voice questioned her.
"Aw ya, why whats wrong with him?" She questioned right back
"Your old man has drank himself beyond stupid this time, and we are bringing him to hospital. If ya want I can have someone come by and get ya"
"No, no I will meet him there" Tara's voice said shakily slamming down the phone. Fear washed over her "so drunk he needed to be admitted" she thought to herself.
Ever since her mother's passing he has fallen deeper and deeper into the bottle. Usually he just winds up at home, unsure of how he gets there he comes in and falls asleep at whatever point his feet gave out. Leaving Tara to deal with life on her own at a very young age. This time however, he had drunk too much and she was scared. As dysfunctional as she and her father were, they were all each other had. The thought that he had gone over the edge scared the death out of her.
"Stupid fucking drunk" she whispered to herself as she ran out the door and toward the hospital on foot.
She ran for what she thought seemed forever when she finally arrived at ER entrance. She bent over out of breath, the automatic doors towering over her opened. She rushed to the nurse's desk to ask the ware bouts of her father.
"Sorry sweet heart, nobody by that name has been brought into this ER" a kind looking nurse stated.
She was stunned, surely they could have driven faster to the hospital than it had taken her to run there, was she mistaken, was he been taken to another hospital? She has prayed that was not the case, they had no insurance, any money they had went to booze and what little food he bought her. She prayed for them to walk through the door, she convinced herself to sit down and calm down. She would catch herself and then ask to use the phone…
While coiled up into herself staring at the floor the sliding doors to the entrance of the ER sprang open. Tara notices the commotion but doesn't look up; she sees three sets of feet. One on either side of a man clearly not capable of walking himself. She takes notice to the black work like boots on either side of the slumped over person in the middle, her head begins to rise and to her horror there stood her father, rather there slumped her father between two of Charming's finest. Two of the Sons.
She rushed over to them, not even aware of the two other men and two young boys who followed right behind her father and the men carrying him.
"What the hell happened to him this time" she demanded of the men carrying her father
"Sorry love, he just showed up at the club house to see Piney" the very tall burly man said to her in a calm voice she would have never thought to come out of a Son, never mind the president of the Sons.
"My father was at your club house?" she asked in astonishment," what the hell would my dad be doing there'' she thought to herself.
A nurse comes over with a wheel chair and they lightly toss him into it.
"You gonna be okay with him now" The other shorter man with longer chin length curly hair asked, his voice clearly drowning in concern for the young girl.
"Yes, yes "she replied quickly
"Clay" a voice from behind them "She shouldn't be left here alone, me and Op, we will stay here till shits figured out" to her surprise it was Jackson Teller, and she couldn't believe he gave a shit about her or her father.
"This is why you are destined son" The larger burlier man puts his hand on the young boys shoulder and walks out the sliding doors with the three other men he walked in with. Leaving behind two boys who Tara knew of but did not know.
Nearly an hour had passed and the bombshell brunette still hadn't appeared from exam rooms in the ER.
"Jax, we really gonna sit around here and wait" Opie Winston says to his closest friend, as if to wonder why the hell they stayed in the first place.
"Sorry bro, I just know what it's like to have a parent in a hospital; at least I wasn't by myself." Jackson replied, knowing that his friend would be tolerant after bringing up his father's passing. Nobody wanted to step on his toes when Jackson brought it up, it was still too fresh.
The clank of the heavy metal door drew attention to her, attention she did not like. "What the hell are they still doing here" she angrily thought to herself, she realised while waiting with her dad that the reason he was as drunk as he was is because of his new found friendship with Piney Winston. She was pissed, and there was his son, sitting in the waiting room of the ER waiting for her… It made her sick.
He hears the door and immediately looks up, there she was. Finally. "Wow" he thought to himself she incredibly beautiful, he had never noticed how sexy was before, he had noticed her before but never like this. She had filled out over the summer, she had breasts that he desperately wanted to see, a tiny waste with the roundest hips he had ever seen, they complimented what he assumed was going to be a perfect ass, and her legs…. She was short, much shorter than him, but he noted that her legs were long, and he wanted to be between them.
It wasn't when she walked directly up to them "why are you both still here" she asked coldly and bluntly that he noticed her face. Her incredibly beautiful hazel eyes, how thick her eye lashes were, the freckles that were so light and faded you had to really look to see them, her lips, not to thick or thin, red. He was drinking her in and he didn't even realise that she was speaking.
Opie spoke first "Jackson here thought we should wait, ya know..." trailing off not wanting to state the obvious reason they were there.
"Well thanks, but contrary to what this fucking town thinks, I am not a charity case. I will take care of this myself. Haven't the "SONS" done enough for one night?'' She stormed through the doors and was gone before either of them could say a word. And he was right he thought to himself, her ass was perfect, and he wanted it instantly.
Jackson chased after her, "Tara, Tara, TARA" he yelled. She continued to storm away. But he was relentless and followed after her.
"How the fuck does he know my name" she angrily thought to herself, at school he's never even looked at me.
"Let me give you a ride home at least" he said with an odd tone in his voice, one she wasn't use to. It wasn't pity, it was worry.
Only because she was mentally and physically exhausted she accepted without words, she simply turned around and headed for the bike she knew was his.
He handed her his helmet "put this on" he crawled on to his bike slightly jittery, it wasn't the beast beneath his legs that had him shaking however; it was this girl, one he had never noticed until now.
He lay in the bed, staring at the ceiling counting the tiles. Wondering if this one was going to be capable of giving him release. He knew she wouldn't. After a few more moments of her eager attempts he knew he had to relent and stop this poor girl from torturing herself any further. He pulled her up and tossed her around on to all fours. She mound feircley, clearly turned on by his take charge demeanor. He slid the magnum on and rammed into her backside. She screams his name "JACKSON'' he is barely even aware of her pleasure, really even aware of her presence while he repeatedly rams into her seeking the sweet release. He knew he wouldn't find it, not here, not with her. All he could think about was the brunette from the hospital, all he could think of was Tara.
After several minutes of fulfilling the current girls hopes and desires to be with the Prince of Charming he fell off her, rolled over and smiled that Jackson Teller smile he asks "was it as good for you darling" he asked knowing that he hadn't climaxed, he'd simply gone limp with boredom and wanted it to end.
"Mmmmm always what I thought it would be Jax, everything I heard was true" the blonde hair blue eyed beauty admitted.
"And what is you heard" he asked, his voice sounding inquisitive
"That you Jackson Teller were a boy with a cock that a girl could love for the rest of her life"
And with that statement he sat up, he crawled out of the bed feeling totally drained. He knows that they don't want him for who is but for who his destiny was going to turn him into. His ego allowed him to believe what she had said was true, that he was an amazing lay, that he could make them all scream his name but that shit was all external and he knew it. He looked for something more, yearned for it. But they all wanted him for the kutte that he was destined to wear and nothing more than that. He knew that's what all these women wanted, was to be an old lady. And not one of them was worthy of the title.
"Get the fuck out" he snapped at the poor girl who had no idea what she had done wrong.