Jax Teller sprinted through the dark alleys; the fear he was feeling making the adrenaline pump through out his veins. Her desperate cry for help through the phone plagued his mind. He could not get the sound of it out of his head. The rain fell heavily from the sky, his sneakers clad feet making the water splash around them as he continued running. "Liv? Where you at?" he called out, praying that she'd still be conscious. No answer. "Liv!" he roared once again.
Standing still for a moment, he was trying to capture any sign that she was close by. A small whimper made him swirl around. "Jax?" her voice was weak, broken. It didn't take long for his eyes to spot her delicate frame in one of the dark corners of the alley. The scene in front of him made him catch his breath, and not in a good way. Liv was lying on the ground, surrounded by a pool of dark, red liquid; blood. There was a lot of it too. He remained frozen for merely a second before rushing forward and falling to his knees beside her.
"Jesus Christ" he exclaimed as her face was fully revealed to him. It was covered with bruises that had not been there this morning, but which had already begun shifting in colours; blue, red, yellow, purple. Staring into her dimmed blue eyes, he pulled out his pre-paid phone and dialled 911. "I need an ambulance to…" he said, but paused to desperately look for a sign of where the hell they were.
"Westminster nineteen" Liv whispered her usually soft voice raspy.
"Westminster nineteen" Jax repeated. After swiftly informing the woman on the other end of the line what had happened, or at least the parts he was aware of, he hung up and turned his full attention towards the woman lying on the ground. He gently touched her cheek with the palm of his hand, carefully stroking away the tears that were slowly sliding down them. "Who did this to you, Liv?" he questioned, trying his best to keep his voice calm even though he could feel a fire of anger flaring up within him. Liv's blue eyes glanced away leading him to realize that it must be because of him and the club he belonged to or otherwise she wouldn't have a problem telling him. "Tell me!" he said forcefully. Why would someone who wanted to hurt the club go after Liv? She was not an Old Lady, never had been. Her connection to the club went through him and Opie, she'd been the third member of their group; their best friend.
Liv shook her head. "No" she said quietly. "Jax, tell Ope and the kids that I love 'em, aight?" she asked him, a barely noticeable smile spreading over her lips as she spoke of the third and missing member of what others used to refer to as the 'Three Musketeers" and his kids, Ellie and Kenny.
Jax shook his head. "Don't you talk like that Liv, you ain't dying tonight" he informed her, refusing to even let that thought enter his mind.
Liv laughed weakly at his reply. "You decide over a lot of things, Jax, but not if I die or not. I need you to tell them that I love 'em. And I love you, Jax, you're my brother. And Abel, tell him I love him too when he grows up. Show him a couple of photos, will you? Don't wanna be a complete stranger" she mumbled, almost incoherently.
Jax shook his head. "You ain't gonna be a stranger, you're his Aunt Liv for Christ's sake. You're gonna be the one who spoils him rotten, comes to his football games and nags him about homework. He needs you in his life. We need you in our lives. That's why you ain't dying tonight. But you gotta' be quiet, save your strength" he told her, stroking his hand over her dark hair with affection. He could hear the sirens coming closer for every second that passed by. Turning his gaze to the woman in his arms again, he panicked when he saw that she'd closed her eyes during the seconds he'd torn his gaze from her. "No!" he yelled, panic and fear filling his cracked voice. "Wake the fuck up, Liv!" he shouted at her, but to no use; she didn't open her eyes. As the ambulance speed through the corner of the alley the men in it were met by a heartbreaking scene; the blonde man was on his knees on the ground, rocking back and forth with a woman around the age of thirty in his arms, tears sliding down his cheeks and an agonized scream escaping from his lips as they sat surrounded by the young woman's blood…