Previously on "Behind These Hazel Eyes"... also known as the pre season for "Sons of Anarchy".
~SOA~
"She a sweetbutt?" Tigs asked, hoping the answer was yes.
Clay groaned internally, the thought of his daughter being a sweetbutt was the grossest thing he ever imagined. "No...she's...she's..."
"Hey, dad!" She shouted, making her way over to him. The men all bucked their eyes. Even the men on the other side of the lot.
"She's my kid."
~SOA~
"Dad!" The girl squealed as she lifted a leg over her bike, getting off of it. Clay gave her a small smile as he walked over to her.
"Yetti." He said, meeting his daughter at her motorbike. "Yetti, whatcha doing here?"
Wyetta immediately caught on to her dad's undertone. "Gee, I'm happy to see you too, Clay."
Clay sighed, he gave the girl a look over, it was obvious that she was doing a great job with taking care of herself over the past few years. Her skin had darken slightly, her hazel eyes still glowed a beautiful color, her hair was longer and well taken care off. He even noticed the tat she had on her hand that passed her wrist. "I'm happy to see you. Come here," the dad said, pulling his kid into a tight embrace.
To the people that didn't know who she was, it looked like Clay picked up on a new croweater, which was bad news for the girl...Gemma wasn't someone to mess with. It was clear that Clay and his wife had an agreement.
What happens on a run, stays on a run.
Now, here comes this young, attractive girl hugging up on him.
Wyetta pulled away from his embrace, but didn't fail to notice the men on the lot staring at her. "Wow, didn't know we had an audience."
Clay looked around to still see the men occupied by his daughter's looks. "Hey! Everyone get back to work!"
The men quickly got back to what they were doing, he turned back to Yetta. She had a grin on her face. "Yetti. What are you doing here?"
"You said if I needed a place to crash–"
"That was three years ago!"
Wyetta crossed her arms, getting the older man a glare. "You know, if you don't want me here, I can leave. And when I'm gone, don't worry about hearing from me again."
She turned to get back on her bike, but something in Clay didn't want her to go so soon. "Wait. Don't."
"Look, stay for a bit, alright? Maybe we could catch up on lost time–"
"Clay!" The Scotsman called out.
"Yeah?" Clay answered.
"It's time to go, brother. Got business to attend to."
"Let's get ready to head out!" Clay turned back to the girl standing in front of him. "Listen, I got some business to attend to. You can wait here in the clubhouse, make yourself a drink or two."
"Okay." Wyetta said, walking pass her dad and into the building he pointed out to her.
As she walked off, Clay couldn't help but notice a certain someone watching her every move. "Hey, Juice!"
Juice's attention was off of Wyetta's and now on Clay. The president of the Sons waved him over, the prospect walked over. Clay stepped closer to him. "Let me tell ya something, prospect. As long as that girl is here, you don't look at her like you want to jump her bones. She's off limits. You know why?"
Juice shook his head.
"Because she's my daughter." Juice's face showed an amount of surprise. "Get your bike ready."
~SOA~
Wyetta tried to hold back a cough. The burning sensation is still familiarly unfamiliar for her throat.
"Too much that time. Less vodka, more cranberry juice." She whispered to herself. She was pouring another drink, she needed it. Something in the back of her mind told her this was going to be a long visit.
She took a second to take in her surroundings, there were a few things she found amusing. The lacy bra stranded in the corner of the room. The pool table with the eight balls still on the surface, indicating that someone didn't get to finish their game.
The room was slightly dark, which gave her a thought that seem to be accurate. "Mom was right. He's a biker thug."
The door to the clubhouse opened, a well dressed matured woman came in, her sunglasses on. She quickly noticed Wyetta. The woman instantly rolled her eyes. 'Here we go again! Another girl thinking these guys want her after a one night stand.' She thought.
The lady sighed, "I hate to be the one to break it to ya, honey. But, he wasn't fucking you for your mind."
Wyetta turned to the women, pure confusion was on Yetta's face. "E-excuse me?"
"You heard me. My boys don't fuck whores like you and expect to be with you." The lady stepped closer to her. "I suggest you leave before they come back and really hurt your feelings, whoever you slept with."
Wyetta looked around, trying to make sure that the lady wasn't talking to anyone else. "Um, I wasn't here last night. I just got here."
"Oh. Well then you've missed the party."
The younger girl chuckled, shaking her head in amusement. 'Who is this lady?'
"Something funny?"
Wyetta shook her head, and made sure she wiped the grin off her face. She could tell that this lady wasn't someone to kid around with. "I'm not here for any party, I just wanted to visit my dad."
"Oh," She said, calming down for a second. She gave the girl a once over. "Who's kid are you? Bobby's? He's got thing for brown and black women."
"Um, no. My dad is Clay." Wyetta said simply.
The lady gave her a strange look. Like, she was repeating her last words in her head over and over again. "Come again?"
"Clay Morrow? He works here. He's in that biker group. Yeah, he's my dad."
"Okay, jokes over." The women said as she started to look around the building. "Where's everyone hiding? I've been watching that stupid show "Punk'd". And let me tell ya. This is not funny."
"No one else is in the building except for me and you." Wyetta informed her as she finished pouring her next shot. "I wouldn't kid around. He's my father. You can ask him. I have his number."
"Trust me. I have his number," the women mumbled as she dialed his number. "Clay? I don't care if you're on a run. There's a girl here claiming to be your daughter. She is! That can't be true! Oh yeah, we'll talk when you get back," she hung up. "Asshole."
There was silence in the room. "Well, this is awkward." Wyetta said, taking her sit on a bar stool. The lady turned around.
"The name's Gemma, if I didn't tell you," Gemma said. "Clay's wife."
Wyetta's eyes went wide. "You're the old lady he talks about? Not old as in age–"
Gemma raised her hand, signaling for her to be quiet. "Yeah, I got it."
The hazel eyed beauty looked on the ground before glancing back up to make eye contact with Gemma. "I've heard a lot about you."
Clay's old lady pulled out a cigarette, lighting it. "Can't say the same to you."
"Right," Wyetta said awkwardly.
As the smoke left her lips, Gemma thought of something. "So, how long you staying?"
"Not too long. Maybe a week or two."
"You travel often?"
Wyetta nodded, "I've been doing nothing but traveling for the past year. After I retired from my last job–"
"Retired?" Gemma asked.
"I use to be a private investigator." Wyetta could see Gemma tense up. The girl noticed that, which told her some illegitimate shit must go down around the area. "You don't have to worry, Mrs. Morrow. I never affiliated with the cops or any part of the government. Just a girl who brings reinforcement when the fascist pigs don't."
Gemma scoffed, "you'll fit right in."
"You think so? Thanks." Wyetta said with a small smile. Gemma had a battle in her head about what to think about this. There were something about this girl that was likeable. But she couldn't bring herself to liking her. It could be the fact that she's her husband's kid and she showed up out of the blue, more than likely going to take the little time she already had with Clay.
"Why'd you retire?"
"The cases got too dangerous. Made some enemies. People got hurt. I couldn't have that on my conscience."
Gemma shook her head, "some heavy shit to tell someone so easily."
The girl shrugged. "You asked. I told you. I'm kind of an open book. I don't have much to hide."
The older lady put out her cigarette before looking at the girl. "That could be a problem. Listen, I don't know if Clay told you but we're having a big dinner at our place tonight. Everyone will be there. I'm sure you want to spend time with your dad so why don't you come over? Get to know everyone."
Wyetta looked at her with a dazed look. A few minutes ago, this lady wanted to kick her ass for being Clay's kid, now she wants to have dinner with her? Something was off. "Am I being set up?"
Gemma smirked. She was impressed. Wyetta wasn't being set up but Gemma had some ideas in mind. She was smart enough to catch on, which could be another problem. "No. Just trying to be nice to my...stepdaughter."
"O...kay." Wyetta said slowly, she picked up her purse. "I should go. Check in to a motel and all. Thanks for keeping me company. I'll see you later."
Gemma watched the girl leave. She sighed to herself. She couldn't believe that her husband had a child.
~SOA~
The night came quickly. Wyetta stood in front of her motel mirror, she went sure about tonight. Meeting all of the crew, getting known as the daughter of Clay Morrow. She could already see and feel the cold judgement of the room.
She picked up her phone and called her dad.
"Hey! Yetti, you're late. People are ready to meet you."
There was a look of surprised on her face. "Really?"
"Yeah. You coming?"
Wyetta grabbed her bag before walking outside. "Yeah, on my way."
~SOA~
Pacing back and forth by her bike, Wyetta was freaking out. Her anxiety levels were high, which was new to her. She was usually so confident with new people. But with her dad's people, she just wanted them to like her.
"Stop being a pussy, yetta." She whispered to herself. She grabbed her bag and walked to the door, she knocked. One of the members opened the door. Wyetta smiled. "You were at the shop earlier. Your name's Prospect, right?"
"Um, no." He said, shaking his head. "It's Juice."
"Oh, right, like prospect was a better name." Wyetta said jokingly. Juice admired her sense of humor. There are very few women around that you could potentially laugh with. "There's a dinner here tonight, right? I hope so, judging by all the vehicles and all."
"Y-yeah, come in. Sorry to leave you out there in the heat." Juice said, moving out the way to let her through the door.
"No, it's all good. Don't worry about it." Wyetta said, smiling at him. Juice couldn't help but marvel over her, he was struck by the bug and he didn't even know her name yet.
"This way." Juice said, leading her to the dining room. Wyetta could hear the chatter and laughter. She noticed children in the living room, eating and playing board games. As soon as Yetta entered the dining room, the chatter died down, all eyes were on her. "Clay, you're d-daughter's here."
"Thanks, prospect. I can see that."
Juice took his seat. Wyetta stood there awkwardly. "Hi-hey..."
"Yetti, come over here. Sit by your pop." Wyetta walked over, and took her seat beside him. "Usually, the V.P. sits there but I asked if he'd give his seat to you tonight." Wyetta looked at the man and smiled as a thank you.
The room was quiet. Everyone ate in silence. It wasn't rocket science to know she didn't belong, no one introduced themselves. Wyetta sighed, "Uh, Clay, you know...I, uh, I just realized that I needed to do something. Gemma, thanks for inviting me. I get it, you know? I'm not dumb. Ladies and gentlemen, I bid you goodnight."
Before Clay could say anything, she was already on her way out. Clay looked at his wife and noticed the victorious grin on her face.
Wyetta walked outside, quickly getting on her bike.. She looked at the house one more time before speeding off.
~SOA~
"Thanks for coming back here to see me." Clay told his daughter. It was the next day, he invited her over to the shop to try to talk to her about last night. "I know you probably want to leave good ol' Charming."
"Yeah, I was thinking about heading out..." Wyetta said, sitting at the desk, where her dad offered her a seat.
"You know, kid, last night–"
"Was embarrassing." Wyetta said, cutting her dad off.
"I wasn't going to say that."
"You know, I rather not be around you and your people if I'm constantly going to be looked at like the mistake you think I am."
Clay shook his head. Women were crazy. His daughter is crazy. "I never said you were a mistake."
"You didn't have to. Twelve years. It's been twelve since my mom told you about me...and not once did you mention me. So, yeah, I'm a mistake to you."
"You're not a mistake. I just didn't know how to say anything. We have a policy..."
"Let me guess...No niggers allowed."
Clay glared at the girl. "Watch your mouth. It's a policy, sure. It's a little outdated but it's still a policy."
"Then why did you get with my mom," Wyetta asked, crossing her arms.
Clay sighed, he didn't know how to answer that question. "You've seen her. She was different. I don't know. I wanted something different."
The girl broke eye contact with him. "Yeah, I get it. Your, uh, wife. She didn't invite me because she wanted to become friends. She invited me last night because she wanted me to learn that I'll never fit in. And she's right."
"This ain't your fault. I'll take the blame." Clay told her, his head hanging down, not making eye contact. "You got a job somewhere?"
"Nah, I was just traveling."
"If you stay, you could help out around here. I can tell you know how to tune up a bike. You could do that and polish them for me. Earn a few bucks."
What Clay didn't know was that his daughter wouldn't have to worry about money for at least three more years. But she really wanted to stay, and be around him. Not thinking too much on the offer, Wyetta nodded. "Yeah, I'd like that."
Clay smiled. "I'll let everyone know. Get back to your motel and get your things. Wether Gemma likes it or not, you'll be in our guest room."
Wyetta smiled before walking outside, she looked over at the bikes to see someone already looking at her. It was Juice, the guy from last night. She smiled at him again and waved before walking over to her bike and leaving.
~END OF CHAPTER TWO~
~A/N~
I've never had so many request to continue a story in my life! Thank you for all of you who commented. Tell me what you think about this chapter. Feedback gives me motivation, I don't know why.
To answer a question. Wyetta's name is pronounced like (Y-Yet-Ta). Sorry she has an odd name, I just really liked it and it's Egyptian.
Sorry for any grammar errors and spelling.
Until next time, loves.
