Chapter 4- Revenge
Jax's eyes grew with such passionate infuriation as he stood up from the plastic hospital room chair.
"He did what?" Jax asked Mabrey.
Mabrey looked down at the recently discovered IV sticking out of her hand.
"He told me not to tell you," She answered, beginning to cry.
Jax walked over to the opposite side of the room and kicked the wall. He could feel his blood boiling beneath his skin, he was so angry.
"Jesus christ," He whispered. "Dammit!" He yelled out.
Tara leaned over and gave Mabrey a hug, making sure to be careful of her IV. She didn't know exactly what to say to her, but she knew she needed comfort and compassion. She thought about the time that her former stalker, John Kohn, had attempted to rape her. It was something that she barely talked about, but she was constantly thinking about it. His face haunted her both in her thoughts and in her dreams. She hated him with a hot, steaming passion. She didn't regret shooting him one bit. She didn't regret aborting his baby. She didn't regret anything she had done that hurt him. Not because she was sadistic, but because he had caused her so much pain. She couldn't even imagine what her daughter must have been experiencing right now. She was drugged and raped. What a horrible phrase. The thought of it made her stomach churn with digust and made her suddenly nauseous. Tara started to cry too as she held her daughter tighter in her arms.
"Juice," Jax talked into his phone. "Whatever you do, don't let that man move. I need him to be right there in the clubhouse when I get back. And I need him alive," Jax said in a quiet voice.
Jax stormed into the clubhouse and into the back room where his daughter's rapist was being held captive. He was tied down to a long, wooden table with a sturdy-looking rope. Jax got up close to the man and gave him an intimidating look.
"You raped my daughter" He said, his voice overflowing with emotion and rage.
The club members all exchanged expressions of shock. The only thing there knew about the situation before was that Jax's daughter was kinapped and drugged.
"Do you even how badly this is going to affect her for the rest of her life?" Jax asked him, staring straight into his eyes. "How deeply disturbed do you have to be to even do something like that? You're a fucking disgrace," Jax told him. He spit on the rapist's face.
Jax turned around to all the club members watching. "Happy, knife?"
Happy nodded and grabbed a knife to hand over to Jax. Jax nodded back at him. Jax usually used a gun when he had to kill someone, but he knew a gun wouldn't do the job this time. He needed to use a knife. Killing with a knife is just so much more personal. He would be able to feel himself the knife sinking into his body, the life leaving the person's body as it sunk in deeper.
He stuck the knife slightly into the man, which caused him to yelp. "Why did you do it?" Jax asked him. "Why?!" He screamed at the top of his lungs, twisting the knife deeper into the man's skin.
The man cringed in pain, his face distorting in reaction to it. "The niggers," He said, speaking unclearly due to the pain he was experiencing.
"Huh?" Jax lowered his eyebrows in confusion.
"I want you to stop being allies with Oakland," the man responded.
Jax raised the knife out of his skin and stabbed him again, close to the first stab wound. "Rot in hell you nauseating piece of shit!" He yelled, stabbing him again and again. He zoned out as he stabbed him, focusing completely on the rage and disgust that he felt against the monster lying before him. He stabbed him repeatedly until he was able to see the life leave the man's eyes. As he drew the small, sharp knife out of his body for the last time he breathed heavily. He laid the knife on the table, sitting down on a nearby chair to catch his breath. His son, Abel, stared in awe at what his father was capable of doing. He had been a prospect for only a short amount of time and this was the first time he had witnessed anything like this. He of course was outrage too, this man raped his sister. He felt like he needed to do something, like he should've assisted in the killing. He stared blankly at the bloody body laying across the table. "Will I ever have to do something like this someday?" He wondered to himself.
Clay walked over to his stepson and rested his hand on his shoulder. "You did right, son."
"Do you want to talk about it?" Tara asked in a soothing voice, as she pushed some of Mabrey's hair back behind her ear.
Mabrey shook her head, crying. Tara stared down at the ground. She couldn't stand seeing her daughter like this. Her daughter used to be so happy, so full of life. Now she seemed so hurt and full of sadness. She knew she was never going to be the same.
Tara sighed. "I'll go grab you a sleeping pill so you can try and get some sleep tonight," Tara gave Mabrey a slight smile as she stood up from the hospital bed.
Mabrey nodded as she wiped away the tears from her eyes. She hadn't spoken since she announced earlier what had happened to her last night.
Jax and Opie sat alone at the clubhouse bar, both with a small collection of beers sitting in front of them. They were completely silent, but inside their minds they were both painstakingly loud with their thoughts.
Gemma walked into the clubhouse from the parking lot, sticking her pack of cigarettes and her small, plain black BIC lighter into her purse. She stared glumly at the collection of beers on the bar counter as she made her way toward Jax.
"You should go get some sleep, baby," Gemma rubbed her hand against his back. "You're gonna want to go visit Mabrey tomorrow morning."
Jax took a long swig of beer, staring emotionless at the large selection of liquor ahead of him on the bar's shelves.
"Yeah," He answered faintly. He stood up and gave his mom a quick kiss on the cheek. He walked past Opie, patting him firmly on the shoulder. "See ya, brother."
"Good morning, babe," Tara greeted Mabrey when she saw her head pop up from her plain white hospital bed pillow.
Tara hadn't slept a wink last night, she was so consumed by her thoughts that they kept her from doing anything else. She just sat there next to Mabrey all night staring blankly at nothing in particular.
"Good morning mom," Mabrey managed to slip out from her mouth.
"Hungry?" Her mom asked her.
Mabrey shook her head. She had lost her appetite permanently ever since the man who smelled strongly of cigar smoke had attacked her. Even if she did become somewhat hungry her appetite quickly faded when his face came back into her head.
Jax opened the door to his daughter's hospital room, walked in, and closed the door back with caution in case either Mabrey or Tara were sleeping. When he noticed they were both awake he made his way to Mabrey to say hello to her.
"Hey darlin'," Jax said with a gentle voice as he bent down to kiss her on the forehead.
He turned around to Tara and kissed her on the forehead as well. She looked so restless to him, like she hadn't slept for weeks.
"Can we go talk out in the hallway for a sec?" He asked her.
Tara stood up without responding and they walked out to the almost empty hallway. It was barely after 6 AM, so most of the patients were most likely still sleeping. As soon as they got out to the hallway and closed the door Jax started talking to her in a hushed voice.
"He's taken care of," Jax began his statement with.
Tara nodded slowly. After years of being married to a member of the Sons of Anarchy she had learned to know what "taken care of" meant.
"The club is taking care of the remains," He explained in an extraordinary quiet voice. "We don't have to worry about that asshole ever again."
"Good," Tara responded. "That's good." She brushed her hand down the back of her hair.
She didn't want to know what Jax actually did to the man, but she imagined what might have happened. She pictured Jax cutting off the guy's dick, piece by piece. This sounded brutal, but she knew how Jax was when he became outraged. And this was his daughter. She knew that whatever he did it must've involved torture.
"So, did you sleep last night?" She asked her husband, trying to change the subject so that the images of torture would leave her mind.
"Barely," He answered. "You?"
"No," Tara shook her head. "I didn't even try."
"Mabrey knows about not involving the cops with anything right?" Jax asked in again a very hushed voice, remembering what he meant to ask right after he talked about Mabrey's attacker being "taken care of."
"Yeah," Tara replied. "Soon after I came to the hospital with her last night Wayne checked in and asked her a few questions. She told him she wasn't interesting in pressing charges or anything."
Jax looked down at the ground and nodded. He also knew that Mabrey would never be the same as she was before two nights ago. None of them would probably be the same. The club had seen some disturbing shit throughout the years, but nothing as personal and damn heinous as this. This didn't even come close to anything Jax had seen before. And although he didn't actually witness it, he knew about it. He saw the pain in his daughter's eyes. He knew she was deeply emotionally wounded.
