So I just started watching Son's of Anarchy on Netflix, and I am head over heels in love with Juice Ortiz. So this story takes place right after Juice's attempted suicide. He is battling his feelings for killing Darvany and Miles. He is also trying to sort out and make sense of all the shit the club is going through. I haven't seen the last season, and I know, because I had to look it up, that Juice dies in the last season, but this is just a look at the alternative that could have happened, along with my own fantasy. So I hope you guys enjoy it, let me know if I should keep on going, or leave this as a one shot.
Chapter One
She ran around the willow tree, away from him. A squeal burst through her lungs, past her ears, and danced into his head. There wasn't a thing he wouldn't do for her, and she knew that. Another squeal escaped her lips as he tackled her to the ground, giggling like children in a playground. It was Nikki who quieted down first. Taking in his complexion, his smooth olive colored skin felt electric under her touch. His bright brown eyes filled with life and love, melted into hers, and that smile that… that wide smile that spread from ear to ear, showing off his pearly whites, he truly did melt her heart, and make her stomach do flips, which was something she wasn't used to until she met him, Juan Carlos Ortiz, Juice for short. In her eyes, he was truly perfection, even with his short Mohawk, and tattooed head.
It had taken Juice years of therapy to come to terms with his past, but he got there. Now Juice was a free man, he didn't have to take orders from anyone anymore.
Nikki reaches her hand up, pressing her palm against Juices cheek; he smiles a soft smile, and covers her hand with his. "Don't ever leave me." She begs in a quiet whisper. He knows why she needs him so badly. It was the only thing that could pull him out of his funk, and maybe in some twisted way, him saving her life had been a burden lifted off his shoulders for what he did to Darvany. He had promised her before he wouldn't let anything else bad happen to her, after he found her a broken bloody mess in the public showers.
He hated those showers, which were used to make sure no one would do anything stupid in there. The nursing staff watching your every move in fear of taking a blade to your own wrist, or possibly and quite literally drowning yourself in the cold water that dripped down from the shower head.
The public showers consisted of a bathtub to the right when you first walked in, a large scale to the left, two small shower stalls to the right of the bathtub, and further down was a sink, and mirror with a small shelf to hold your belongings, dare you put them down, and to the right of that sat two toilets, separated by a wall. There were no doors, only a curtain that was too short to fully cover the entrance to the toilet. The rule was, two people could shower at the same time, as long as they were of the same sex, unless otherwise said by the doctor or requested privacy from the patient themselves.
"I don't plan on going anywhere, baby." Juice said, before leaning down, and pressing his lips to hers. Nikki eagerly pulled him closer, her arms wrapped around his neck, as she rolled over onto her back, pulling Juice with her so he was now on top of her. They were true love birds, not one of them ever left the other's side. It was like a secret code between the two of them. If they were together, they couldn't be broken, and that was how they lived.
Seven Month's prior
Nikki had been a sad case of a broken girl, young and naive at the time, and the only survivor of a brutal attack on her family. She was left with scars from multiple stab wounds along her body, not to mention the mental wounds that would never leave her broken fragile mind. She was now homeless, except for the Charming Institute for Troubled Youth and Young Adults, which promised psychiatric help to those between the ages of twelve and twenty five. Nikki was also, now, family less. Nikki literally had nothing except the blood soaked clothes she was brought in with.
Nikki had become easy prey in the short three months she had been housed in CITYY, and fell victim to several physical assaults, not to mention the stares, and the whispers that haunted her ears when she would walk past prying eyes. She knew what they were thinking. Her whole family taken out, violently, and she was the only one who survived, rumor had it, and she had been the one to go crazy with the knife, then in a fit of insanity turned and brutalized herself. The only problem with that was, it wasn't true. There had been a group of three men that broke into her house, and killed her mother, father, and little brother. She was the last one, to be dealt with. The three men had taken turns stabbing her, and rapping her until her body fell limp, and she stopped breathing. It was her blood curdling screams that caught the neighbor's attention, and forced her to call the police. She had lost too much blood, and was slipping into death when the police arrived, but a good medical team and forced her to pull through. It was the state that deemed her unfit to be in public, and then forced her into the mental institution. Not yet eighteen years old, there wasn't a damn thing she could say about it, and to be honest, she didn't really want to.
On this particular afternoon, she had walked past a group of guys, and of them had their arms dangling around girls' shoulders. It was hot out, and so, Nikki rolled up the grey scrub pants that were given to her, and then rolled up the top to just under her breasts, showing off her mid-section, and her legs. The guys were staring, but Nikki paid no mind to them, and continued walking down the hallway. That was until someone pulled her into the bathroom. Her eyes grew wide with terror, as she turned around, and realized it was the group of guys that had been watching her. One punch to the face, and she had blacked out, only to be woken up in a pool of her own blood, and being cradled by this strange boy with tattoo's on his head. It was then that their bond started, and he had vowed to never leave her side again.