The last thing a father, who has just gotten his child back, wants to hear, wants to know that their child has been kid napped. Ripped from their arms and placed in the arms of danger. With out knowing or been given a clue as to were that child could be. Its heard braking and in raging.
Jax sat in his usual spot in church, his back arched over the hard wood tablet, his worried covered face burned in his rough hands. He hasn't slept in three days, you can see it in his eyes and when he speaks. With just one sniff you can smell the fact that water has not touched his skin once. Ask anyone around him and they would say he hasn't been this messed up since Abele got taken from him and his lover would add that he hasn't been home or touched his boys in days.
It was promise he made to him self when he went after Abele, that he would never let this happen again. It was a promise he had broken. It was a promise he would never forget.
Ever since Cwen was born he had treated her like the bastard he thought she was. Never once a birthday card and never once an I love you. He hated the fact that it took Abele to open his eyes to being a farther and he hated the fact that Tara needed to be there to make it happen. Call it being young and careless, call it whatever you will and he'll call it being a cowered.
Jax ran his fingers through his greasy hair and then like a snap of a twig he slammed his fists down on the table and let out an anger filled scream. Spit and the smell of booze flung from his mouth and landed wildly on the table. Hot tears filled his blood shot eyes, his stomach turned like a rusty wheel on an unused bike, and he pounded the table another time before he left go and cried again.
From out side the church doors, Tara stood with her back to the wall next to door, her hand grabbing at her chest, at her heart. She flinched at Jax's screams and her face twisted in pain and the feeling of not being able to do anything for her beloved. A tear snuck from her right eye and slipped down her check, free falling to the ground. The need to fly open the door and run to Jax's aid was dear and at the same time a fear. The last time this happened, he told her to leave that he never loved her, that it was all a mistake. Tara can only wonder what this time would bring.
Her work phone in her back pocket buzzed for a fifth time today, and like the other four times she didn't answer it. She had called out this morning and was planning on being there for Jax not running to work every other hour.
The club house was filled with bikers, club members, and one night stands who just didn't take the hint yet and leave. All eyes were on the church doors and Tara. Every one knew what happened, everyone had spent a day and a half on the hunt for Cwen but when lines went dead and everyone kept coming up empty, faith was being to fade.
Filthy Phillip brought a whiskey drink to Tara, she turned it away with shaky hands.
The club walls filled with silence as the VP buried his pain out on the church table. Tara slid down to the floor and with every loud bang and raging scream she being to sob more and more. If anything, anything at all felt familiar to Tara it was the feeling of her family being ripped apart again.
Gemma raised her eye brows at the red headed teen who sat cross from her in the hot office at the auto shop. "Is there a reason why your still in Charming?" Gemma asked with venom. Sid stared at Gemma unfaded by her words, and shrugged. "I came for, Cwen. I'm leaving with Cwen." Gemma smirked a little at her granddaughter's friend, her spunk was refreshing. "She's probably long gone by now." Gemma put in trying to turn Sid away from Charming. Now was not the time for little girly reunions.
Sid lend in, set her eyes on Gemma and pulled out her big girl voice. "I'm thee only one who saw what the guy looked like and if anyone is going to find him its going to me and the others, not the daddy who was never around for her."
Cwen awoke with a TV blasting old cartoon shows and in bright lights. Her throat felt dry and her mouth tasted of pennies and her skin felt burning hot. When her eyes were able to get hold and see with all 20/20 she realized her kidnapper was gazing at her with monsters like eyes. He smiled at her and with a chill tone he spoke, "Care to try again, Jax's daughter?" That was when Cwen recalled last night and noticed she was laying in a pool of her own dried up blood. A slap of gauze glued to an opened slit on her side and the only thing that kept her heart going was the TCE, Josh Kohn injected her with every 8 hours.
