Chapter Three - One Good Man
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Charlotte stirred two sugars into Chibs' black coffee and along with her own took it upstairs, carefully balancing a cup in each hand as she manoeuvred the stairs.
As she reached the bedroom doorway she saw that he was awake in bed, propped up on a pillow. As she walked over to the night stand to place his drink, events from last night entered her mind.
"Whoa, whoa, where you goin'?" Chibs asked as Charlotte climbed off him. They'd finally got some alone time that evening and what they had started on the sofa downstairs was now being finished - or at least Chibs was trying to finish it - in the bedroom. Charlotte crossed the room to near the door and suddenly the room was enveloped in darkness. Feeling much better now the lights were off she climbed back onto the bed and back to her previous spot in Chibs' lap.
"Thanks," he replied minimalistically.
Charlotte gave him a light smile but couldn't look directly at him.
"Ow!" Chibs yelped and Charlotte froze. "What?" She asked, placing her hands on his shoulders gently. "You just," he wheezed, bowing his head and leaning forward slightly so his forehead rested on her shoulder, "...right in the balls!" he mumbled. "Oh shit!" She breathed, hand covering her mouth as she scooted off him to give him space. "I didn't break anything did I?" "I think I'm still working."
"When will you be back?" She asked, sitting tentatively on the edge of the bed beside him.
"Not sure," he shrugged, leaving his answer at that. He remained in his position propped up on a pillow and watched her, trying to gauge how she was feeling about last night.
Chibs ceased his movements when he noticed that she was just lying there, motionless. "You okay?" He asked, a frown marring his face. "Yeah, course." She responded with a small smile before leaning forward and planting her lips on his, moving her hips forward against his as a silent go ahead for him to continue.
"What's the run for?" Charlotte sat on the edge of the armchair on her sofa, watching him put on his cut. As he stood before her, her hand reached out and her fingers toyed with the silver cross that was ever present round his neck.
"Blood drive for kids."
His hand captured hers, forcing her to look him in the eyes.
"We okay?" He asked.
The spark wasn't there for her that night. She was trying so hard to just let herself go and feel him. Was there something missing? Or something getting in her way? "You're not into this are you?" He asked, and it was only then she noticed that he'd pulled out of her. "No! I am, I just...have a headache," she feebly lied, giving him the oldest trick in the book. The look on his face told her he didn't believe her which made her heart sink into her stomach. "Right," he simply said, getting off the bed and pulling his jeans on, biting his tongue because he knew whatever else he said would end up in yet another argument. Charlotte remained frigid under the covers, eyes trained on a non-existent mark on the wall.
He half smiled, satisfied with her answer for now and leant down to kiss her lips softly.
"Be careful," she ordered.
"Yeah."
The way Chibs had looked at her as he left she knew he didn't believe her and she also knew that that night when Sam Crow stayed over he would fuck the first girl who showed any interest. And why should she even blame him for doing so? She wasn't giving it to him, and when she was she was injuring his most sensitive body parts or just lying there like a blow up doll.
I'm the worst girlfriend ever.Charlotte sunk to the floor in a fit of tears, only contemplating getting up when Madison started fussing and whining over her.
She went to her bag, looking inside for some Percocet she was sure she had left over from her first prescription. Charlotte found the white bottle but it was empty.
"Shit!" She cursed, throwing the empty bottle onto the floor, raking her hands through her hair watching the bottle roll across the beige carpet onto the lino in the kitchen gently going to a stop.
Hand over her mouth she wondered if she had any tablets left, and if she didn't, where she would get some more from, besides Doctor Green. A thought entered her mind and she took off up the stairs to the bathroom, ransacking her medical cabinet, relieved when she found a bottle that still had some tablets left.
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The Percocet had calmed her down considerably. In fact, it had calmed her down a little too much and she had ended up 15 minutes late for her dentist appointment.
At least as she lay on her back in the white dentist chair she felt calm.
"Are you taking any medication?" Her dentist asked.
"Nope."
"You were taking Percocet a few weeks ago?"
"I finished my course."
A few minutes later after the dentist had finished prodding, poking and scraping Charlotte was inhaling novocaine as she had a filling re-done.
This is fan-fucking-tastic!
She started giggling uncontrollably and the dentist backed up a little.
"Okay, let me turn this down a little."
When the treatment was done Charlotte sat in the reception area to let the Novocaine wear off, staring at the plant in the corner as it started to grow a pair eyes and in that instant she realised that she needed to stop taking her remaining pills.
What the hell am I doing?Her head dropped forward into her hands and she shook her head, trying to get the hallucination of the living cactus out of her mind. Rummaging through her bag she got her phone and called the garage.
"Yeah?" Gemma answered the office phone.
"Gemma! I'm at the dentshit - dentist - I need a lift, can-" she slurred.
"Hold on," Gemma cut her off and slammed the phone down on her.
"Hello?"
Charlotte pulled a face and rang Piney. Straight to voicemail. She rolled her eyes; the old man probably didn't even know how to turn on his phone.
She could've waited to call Gemma back but the plant was growing legs and she knew she had to get out of there fast. After ringing everyone in her phone book the one person who came to her rescue was Jonny Whitman, of all people.
He drove her back home in his car and she sat in the passenger seat where she started sitting upright but was now heavily leaning towards him in an umcomfortable looking slant.
"You're so good to me, Jonny," she gave him a lobsided smile and her eyelids were droopy.
"Are you okay? Did they give you too much novocaine? You look a little bit spaced."
She sat still, staring at his dragon novelty figurine bouncing around with the movement of the car on his dashboard.
"Is there a small green dragon with a big head bobbing up and down on your dashboard?"
"Urr, yeah."
"Then I'm okay."
Jonny helped her into her house, telling her to relax on the sofa for a little bit. Before she could make it to the sofa Charlotte ran into the kitchen and threw up in the kitchen sink. Jonny grabbed her hair and pulled it back from her face as she threw up even more.
"Gemma?" Charlotte asked, voice slightly muffled by the fact her head was still in the sink.
"No, it's Jonny."
"Where's Jax?" She queried, looking up at him.
He frowned and shook his head, letting go of Charlotte's hair and the two stood in silence for a few seconds.
"Nobody loves me," she mumbled, walking back into the living room where she practically fell onto the sofa, face planted in the cushions.
"Wake me when Chibs comes back," she mumbled.
Jonny stood in the kitchen, not sure what to do since she seemed to have taken an adverse reaction to the novocaine and he didn't want her to be sick again. Then again, she was face down so if she was sick it would dribble onto the floor. Her fat dog was pushing her empty food bowl towards him with her nose. He sneezed, his allergies playing up on him.
I'm outta here. ****
Thinking back to the "shit kickin'" they did earlier, as Jax had put it, sitting on the back of the truck and ramming into the motel room had undoubtedly been the highlight of his day and put a smirk on his face when he remembered the looks on the Bounty Hunter's' faces. Now, in some down time a lot entered his mind; Jimmy O was coming state side, he and Charlotte were undoubtedly having issues and Jax and Clay were in a power struggle now more than ever.
A trio of girls approached their table, two blondes and a raven head.
"Hey darlin'," he greeted, instantly taking a liking to, and catching the darker haired womans eyes, pushing a chair out for her with a nudge of his foot.
"Hey," she replied, taking the seat next to him as her blonde companions were snatched up by Happy and Half Sack.
Chibs rolled his eyes. Maybe he was getting older, but when he was Prospecting and attended swap meets he always had a bucket of water in one hand and a sponge in the other cleaning bikes. Now, the kid had one hand around a beer bottle and the other on a woman's ass.
How times change."Kayleigh," the woman introduced herself.
"Sorry, love?" He asked, turning back to her.
"Kayleigh," she repeated with a friendly smile, pushing her hair behind her ears.
"Chibs."
His eyes focussed in on the swell of her breasts. She noticed and she moved her arms to push them up more.
"How about I get us some beers?" Kayleigh asked, already standing from her seat so her crotch was level with his face. As he walked away Chibs checked out the way her ass swayed from side to side in her tight jeans.
Kayleigh was a good looking woman and she was blessed with a good figure to match. It was easily weeks since he and Charlotte had had sex that didn't end up in an argument, injured gentalia or her lying so still it was like he was fucking a wooden log.
Chibs pulled a cigarette form his packet, placing it in between his teeth and fishing for his lighter as he headed to the bathroom. He was going to take a piss, smoke his cigarette, knock back a few beers and a few shots and see where things between him and Kayleigh landed. At the very least he'd get his dick sucked.
Heading back to Sam Crow's table, Jax joined Chibs' side, flipping his phone shut from a call he just made.
"What's up Jackie-Boy?"
"Just checkin' up on the kid."
Jax didn't miss the slight pause in his step that Chibs had at the mention of Abel.
"Somethin' up?"
Chibs shook his head, pulling hard on his cigarette. He hadn't spoken to Charlotte since he left that morning. The first time he thought about calling her was just this second. As he looked to their table and saw Kayleigh waiting there for him, he started to doubt whether it was worth hanging on to whatever was left with Charlotte. He didn't expect things to be perfect between them, but he didn't want to keep seeing that look of disappointment and loneliness on her face whenever he walked out the door. Something wasn't connecting between them like it had. Something had to change.
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