Sorry for taking so long to update. Being a working gal has taken a toll on me. Spoilers are coming out regarding Jax and Tara in Season 6 and its not looking to good for our beloved couple… I am still hoping they get their happily ever after.

Again, I make a reference to my other story, There's Us, so if you haven't read it, please go ahead and do so. I am writing the next chapter to that story so please expect a posting in the next couple of days.

Please review and respond. J

Chapter 4

The door slammed shut; the silence in the room was absolute. He briefly closed his eyes, opening them quickly when he felt that woman moving closer to the bed.

She had a pleasing smirk on her face. As she stood in front of the bed waiting for him to invite her back into bed with him, Jax had the sudden urge to rip his shirt out of her high-trafficked pussy.

If she didn't get out of the dorm room, he knew he would do something he had never done before…the urge to slap the smile of her face was too great for Jax to simply ignore it. She had to leave…

"Get out," he whispered menacingly, hoping she immediately got the hint. He knew that Ima was taking great pleasure in Tara humiliation and that pissed him off even more.

With a shrug, she pulled his shirt over her head and threw at him. Collecting her clothes, she put them on quickly without even giving him a second glance, the smugness still evident on her face.

When she opened the door to the dorm, she turned around and smirked. "This was fun Prince Charming. You ever want to fuck me again, you know where to find me." With that said, she slammed the door shut, leaving Jax alone in that room that reeked of sex, weed, and whiskey.

Throwing the spoiled sheets off his body, Jax walked into the bathroom and turned on the shower full blast. Before stepping in, he stood in front of the small mirror and looked at his weary reflection. He couldn't help but notice the parallelism between the man who stood in the mirror before him and the man who Tara left behind eleven years ago.

Just like eleven years ago, he lost the only woman who truly mattered to him. Looking into his reflection, he knew what he did was wrong but it had to be done. His world destroyed everything in its path and he couldn't…wouldn't allow Tara to be a casualty of it. His world had taken his son and he be damned if it took his girl too.

Shutting his eyes, Jax held onto the sink with all his might. He tried to block the image that was making its way into his head but he couldn't. Donna lying dead on the pavement while Opie held her dead body, crying out of pure grief. For a brief movement, he saw himself crying over Tara's body, her green eyes glazed over as blood pour over multiple bullet wounds in her body.

No. That couldn't be her future. Not if he could help it. He had to do it…he had to fuck Ima and let Tara catch them. He had to hurt her like he never had before. She needs to get away from him and his poisonous life.

Looking at himself in the mirror, Jax was disgusted with what he saw. Before he could even think twice about it his fist punch the mirror in front of him.

A small sob escape his lips as he saw his broken reflection staring back at him.

Once again, Tara was gone.

Charming 1996

She sat on his stoop for God knew how long and Jax was still nowhere to be found.

She looked everywhere for him and she couldn't find him. No one in the clubhouse could point her in the right direction but she suspected that they were purposely withholding his whereabouts from her. She felt her frustrations boiling over when she saw Gemma smirking at her from the TM office as she asked Bobby about Jax's whereabouts. No one in TM knew where he was so she came to his house hoping that he would make an appearance.

She nervously hugged her knees closer to her chest.

So lost in thought she was that she missed the sound of the bike. It wasn't until she felt his hand on her shoulder that she looked up.

"Oh, its you."

David smiled at her. "Don't look so disappointed there Knowles."

He sat next to her setting his satchel full of newspapers in between them. He took one out and threw it on Gemma's front door.

They continued to stare out as the sun shone brightly against their faces.

"So, are you going to tell me what's bothering you before both you and I get sunburned?"

Tara sighed. "Jax and I are going thru some stuff, Davey."

David nodded. "Wanna talk about it?"

Tara shook her head. "No, not really."

"Let me guess… does it have to do with you getting that scholarship in San Diego and you wanting to leave?"

Tara looked down to her shoes.

"Tara, look at me."

When she looked at his blue eyes, she saw the genuine concern in David's eyes.

"You are so much better than this. You always wanted to get out to be a doctor. Remember when you told me that two years ago at the diner? Get out. Leave Charming behind before you turn into one of them."

They both hear the rumble of the bikes before they came into view. Jax and Opie parked their bikes in the driveway as David and Tara stood from the stoop. Tara noticed Jax's tense jaw as he noticed David standing next to her. Turning to face her, David locked eyes with her. Reaching out and grabbing her hands, David pulled her into a hug. "Get out before its too late," he whispered just as Jax reached them. Pulling away, David squeezed her hands and walked past an obviously furious Jax. Giving him a tense smile, Tara watched as David walked down the driveway, past Opie who was also scolding at David.

"What the fuck was he doing here?"

Tara looked at Jax. As charming and playful as Jax usually was, there was also a darker, possessively jealous Jax who made it no secret that he hated David and Tara's friendship.

"Delivering the newspaper. What else would he be doing around these parts?" Tara answered, crossing her arms in front of her. "Where have you been?"

Just like Jax had his jealous side so did she and in the years they had together, Jax quickly learned that Tara had quite the temper to her whenever someone pissed her off.

Tara heard the rumbling of Opie's bike as he pulled away from the driveway.

Jax stepped closer to her. "I don't like it when you are alone with that prick. How many times do I have to tell you that? People could start talking if they were to see you alone with him."

"Who gives a fuck what people think Jackson? What people say about us shouldn't matter…isn't that what you once told me? What? Are you afraid that another man could steal me away from you?" hissed Tara in a dangerously low tone.

Jax's jaw tensed even more. His nostrils flared as his eyes burned with anger.

Tara was ready to scream at him for disappearing without telling her where he was when she felt her feet leave the ground. Jax had thrown her over his shoulders and was carrying her into Gemma's house as she pounded her fist against his back.

"LET ME GO, JACKSON," she screamed as Jax made his way to his room, her screams echoing around the empty house.

Kicking his bedroom door shut, Jax placed Tara on her feet. By this point she was shaking out of pure anger. She hated when Jax acted like a caveman. With all her might she slapped him across the face.

When he looked at her, the red print on his face, Tara felt her heart pound against her chest. He roughly grabbed her by the waist and kissed her with all his might.

She struggled against his hold for a minute or two but her love for him took over. Pulling away slightly, she whispered, "fuck you, Jax," as he attacked her neck with his lips.

"Yea, Tara. Fuck me," he whispered against her neck as his hands made it to the front of her shirt. She heard the ripping of the material as her hands made their way to the buckle of his belt.

Moving them backwards to his bed, they continued to undress each other in a frenzy, both too drunk in their passion to give a shit about anyone else but themselves or the fight they were having.

When they both fell on the bed, Tara pulled away from Jax's bruising kisses. Locking her gaze with his, Tara brushed his hair from his beautiful blue orbs. "I love you Jax," she whispered.

Smiling at her, Jax brushed his lips against hers. "I love you too, Tara," he whispered back.