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…Chapter 8…
"Wow." Roxanne gazed at her grandfathers house, the next day, as Tara shut off the engine. "The outside still looks the same."
"We should get in there." Tara suggested. "Before Tig loses more blood."
Roxanne scoffed. "I bet it's just a scratch." then both of them got out of the Cutlass, and walked up to the door. "I'm a little nervous." she whispered.
"Why?"
"I haven't seen my mom in, like, forever."
"Well, trust me, she hasn't changed." Tara knocked. "At all."
Within seconds, the door opened, and Gemma's eyes widened. "Holy shit, Roxy? What are you doing here?"
"Hey, Mama." Roxanne gave her a hug. "I'm on a break from school, so I decided to come visit."
"Well, you picked a hell of a time."
"Yeah, no kidding."
Gemma backed up and cupped Roxanne's face with her hands. "You look gorgeous, Baby."
"Thanks, Ma… so do you."
Gemma let go, then gave Tara a hug, and quickly let go. "Thanks for coming, Doc."
"No problem."
"Both of you, come in." Gemma opened the door a little more, then Tara and Roxanne walked inside. "Did you have an okay trip, up here?"
Before either of them could respond, Nate walked in, looking confused. "Who - who are they?"
"Dad." Gemma walked up to him. "This is Tara. She's a doctor and she's here to help Tig. This is your granddaughter Roxanne. Do you remember Roxy?"
Nate studied her face. "Hi."
"Hello, Grandpa." she gave him a quick hug and let go. "How are you doing today?"
"I'm fine, I'm fine." he groaned, waving his hand, then he walked away.
"I bet he's been such a delight." Roxanne chuckled.
Gemma scoffed. "You have no idea."
"Where's Tig?" Tara spoke up.
"Follow me." Gemma headed down the hallway and went into one of the rooms. "Hey, Tig… the doc's here."
"Oh, good." he sat up as Tara walked in. "Hey, thanks for coming, Doll."
"You're welcome." she put her bag down on the bed and got started, patching up his wound.
As Roxanne was about to pop a couple if Vicodin's, her phone rang. She grabbed a water bottle out of the fridge and pressed the talk button. "Hello?"
"Good morning."
"What do you want, Juice?" she heavily sighed.
"Where are you?"
"Can't tell ya… and I'm not at liberty to discuss that."
Juice groaned. "Look, I'm a little worried about you, and I just wanna know if you're okay?"
"Yeah, I'm great. Why wouldn't I be? In fact, I'm doing so great, I'm actually out shopping." he didn't respond, then Roxanne sighed. "Look, I gotta go… there's, like, a huge sale going on, and I don't wanna miss out on the good stuff, so I'll see you when I see you."
"Roxy, wait…"
"Nope, gotta go, bye." then she hung up on him and shook her head. After she put her phone in her pocket, she took both pills with the water, she went down the hallway, and peeked into the room that Tara and Tig was in, and listened to their conversation.
"Well, you're gonna be fine. There's no bone or muscle damage."
"Thanks, Doc. I'm sorry I pulled you away from your work."
"It's okay."
Roxanne scoffed, as she walked in. "Tiggy, I bet it's just a scratch."
Tig quickly turned his body and winced. "Hey, Roxy… what are you doing here?"
"I thought it was time to visit, since I'm on break from school, and everything."
"Come here, Baby Girl." he held out his arms and gave Roxanne a hug. "I missed you."
"Yep, I missed you too, Tigger." she let go, then smirked at Tara. "It's just a scratch, huh?"
"Just a scratch…" Tig scoffed. "It's a damn bullet hole."
"If you say so." Roxanne chuckled. "You big baby."
Tig slightly shook his head, then looked up at Tara. "How's Jax holding up? Wait… do you know what's going on, Roxy?"
"Uh-huh and I was given direct orders not to say anything about it, in front of my mother."
"Yeah, that would be smart." Tig looked back at Tara. "So, how Jax?"
"I don't know." she said, putting away a q-tip.
"Dad?" they heard Gemma call out.
"I'm sure he tells you guys more that he does me."
"Well, Tara, I'm sure you know more than I do. I know that I've been away, so therefore, I'm completely out of the loop. Well, kind of."
"Daddy?" Gemma walked by. "Nate?"
"What's up, Mom?" Roxanne asked.
"Have you seen Nate? He's not in his room."
"No, not since a while ago."
Gemma glanced at Tara. "He's gone. So's the hunting rifle."
"Oh, shit." Tig started. "You know, I did hear a car about ten minutes ago."
"I didn't." Roxanne scratched her head. "That must have been when I was on the phone."
"Oh, Christ." Gemma stormed out of the room, then Tara and Roxanne followed her out of the house.
"What's wrong, Mom?"
Gemma ignored Roxanne's question, looking around. "Oh, shit. The Caddy's gone."
"Is he okay to drive?"
Gemma glanced at Tara. "Depends what decade he thinks he cruising in."
"Where would he go, Ma?"
"I have no goddamn idea, Roxy."
"Well, someone must know his routine." Tara suggested.
"Yeah… somebody does." Gemma turned around and walked back into the house.
Roxanne slightly shook her head. "This won't be good, if we can't find him."
"Come on." Tara pulled her arm inside.
"Alrighty." Roxanne chuckled, then both of them followed Gemma down to the basement, and their jaws dropped, seeing a woman strapped in a wheelchair, with a blindfold.
"Who the hell is that?" Tara whispered.
"Mom, what did you do?"
Gemma glared at Roxanne. "Amelia… his caregiver."
"Oh, my God." Tara eyes widened a little, while Roxanne on the other hand, was covering her mouth, trying not to laugh. "Are you insane?"
"It's complicated."
"Is someone there?" Amelia called out.
"Wow, Mom." Roxanne laughed out loud. "Nice."
"Oh, shut up, and come on." Gemma went down the steps first, followed by Tara and Roxanne. "Amelia, I need to ask you a question."
"Yeah, and I need to take a piss, like, an hour ago."
"Sorry, I forgot." Gemma grabbed the bed pan and put it underneath Amelia's butt. "Here."
"Ah, that's cold."
"Alright, look… Nate took off in the car. Any idea where he might be heading?"
"What was he wearing?"
"I don't know." Gemma shrugged. "What should that even matter?"
"Depends… he could be a hundred different places."
"Could you be a little more specific?"
"I'm done." Amelia raised her voice.
Gemma pulled out the bed pan and gave it to Roxanne. "Here?"
"What?" she made a face. "What do you want me to do with this?"
"What do you think?" Gemma gave her a 'duh' look. "And go check on Tig."
Roxanne glared at her mother for a second, then stomped up the stairs. "I didn't come here to empty out peoples piss." she went to the bathroom, emptied it into the toilet, and flushed. "Yuck." she washed her hands three times and walked out, leaving the bed pan sitting on the floor. She didn't feel like taking it back down in the basement. Besides, there's a few of them down there, so Roxanne didn't care where she left it.
After all of that, Roxanne went out to the Cutlass to grab her bag of goodies, then walked back into the house. "Tiggy?"
"Yeah?"
"Yo." Roxanne went into the room with a smile. "I got you something tasty."
Tig raised his eyebrow. "What is it?"
"Actually, it's two somethings." she reached into her bag and pulled out both Snickers.
"Aww, thanks, Baby Girl." he took them, then gave her a hug. "You're the best."
"Yeah." she let go and shrugged. "I try." out of the corner of her eye, Roxanne saw Tara rushing down the hallway. "Hey, wait." she went out to stop her. "Where you going?"
"To find your grandfather."
"I'll go with you." then her and Tara walked out of the house, got into the Cutlass, and Tara drove off to look for Nate.
