Disclaimer: I own nothing at all, ever, except for my own characters and plot line.
A/N: I am a horrible person. Horrific. I abandoned this story for quite a long while, and I am very ashamed and sorry. Sometimes I just feel like what I am writing is kinda shit worthy. Hopefully this isn't the case, but anyways, I am very very sorry.
Only Time Will Tell
Tara P.O.V
Today was the day, the boys are back and the party is going to be a very large occasion with charters coming from all over. Which means plenty of fresh meat in order to exact my revenge, however, my nerves are rubbed raw and I find myself growing more and more anxious as the clock dwindles down. Lyla will be here any minute to help me achieve my kick ass look, and that means that I'll be seeing Jax again in little less than an hour. Just thinking his name brought pains to my chest and butterflies to my stomach. I know that I love him, obviously more than I love myself, but I can't help but wonder if my happy ending is just a dream. Something that comforts my mind at night and warms my soul just enough to keep me alive, but sits unattainable in the light of day. Luckily, my musings have silenced my father's looming presence in my life as of late. Before my thoughts could lead me down that dark and twisty road, I heard Lyla come bursting through the door, her excitement palpable. "Are. You. Ready. To. Rumble?" she was shouting/singing as she skipped up to me. Laughing out loud I replied with a resolute, "Hell Yeah, let's get this show on the road."
Fourty-five minutes later and I came out of the makeup induced coma I was living in and emerged from my cocoon. Standing in front of the mirror, I could hardly believe that I was the woman looking back at me. Say what you want about porn stars, and I have a lot to say on that subject, but the bitches can make you look good. My skin was waxed, lotioned, and glistening. My hair fell in sexy, voluptuous, I-just got-fantastically-laid waves and gave me an air of badassery that was complimented by smokey makeup. Dark purple lined my eyes and called forth every pigment of my green eyes, my face unencumbered by blemishes, and my red, glossy lips were just begging to be kissed. I look fierce, and with this came a new confidence over what I was going to do tonight. "Like I said, if you don't go home with anyone, I claim the offer." I heard Lyla say just over my shoulder.
Turning around, I gave a sultry grin, and said, "Don't hold your breathe sweetheart." Lyla's jaw dropped, but she quickly recovered and burst out laughing, "I've created a man-eating monster, this is some of my best work." We chuckle for a little longer before we became serious once more. "Honestly though, are you ready for this Tara? I'm gonna have your back the whole time, but if at any point you want to back out, I got you." Hearing those words warmed my heart and gave her a softer, g-rated smile. "I appreciate that Lyla, without you I don't think that I could have gotten through this whole situation. You've kinda become my best friend. I'm not gonna back out of this though, I've been too passive for too long, and enough is enough. I will not play a victim." With soft tears in her eyes, Lyla cleared her throat and gave a slight shake of her head, " Let's go kick some ass". With that, we locked up and and drove to Teller Morrow.
The party had long past started, which was part of the plan. If Jax hadn't seen me yet, that meant that he wouldn't be expecting me to come at all, leaving me with the element of surprise.Exciting the car, Lyla and I strutted up and inside the clubhouse, where the music was blaring, sluts were dancing, and shots were being thrown back at an alarming rate. Obviously, I would have to wait to see my baby boy Abel, but that was fine with me, just the knowledge that he is home safe was enough for me, for right now. Taking a deep breath, I grab Lyla's hand and push our way towards the bar. I need a shot…