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Gemma and I just stared at each other for a good minute.
"Hi, Gemma."
"Julia, right? I remember you when you were sixteen. You grew up well," she stated looking me up and down.
"Thank you," so worried what her next words were going to be. "
"I also remember you tried to set up my son for a murder you committed. Your uncle Randy, right? He was the sheriff's deputy."
"Gemma, you don't know the whole story. Just what others had told you."
She stood up and made her way in front of me, her face inches from mine.
"Why don't you tell me the story, sweetheart? You better do it fast."
flashback:High school
I moved my book bag on my shoulder, on my way to tutoring. I felt a sharp pain on my shoulder where my bag was. I moved it and saw the bruise from last night. I stopped walking in the hallway, and let the other students bump me and move me out of their way. I felt like I was going to be sick the more I thought about it. I covered my mouth with my hand and made my way to the nearest girls' room. I pushed open the door with shocking force, and bumped into the girl leaving.
"Watch it, bitch!"
I opened the stall door and fell to my knees, instantly puking up last night's dinner. I took a piece of toilet paper and wiped my mouth, and started weeping.
You're probably thinking, oh it's just another girl who thinks she's too fat so she's puking her guts out. No, that isn't the case .Not at all. It all started when I was fifteen. I didn't understand what he was doing. All I knew is that I didn't want it to happen again.
"Just one more time baby girl."
His words echoed through my head over and over. But that "one time" has continued for over a year now, and I can't stop it. If I tell anyone that my uncle Randall is molesting me, he will put a bullet in the back of my parent's heads, mine included.
I flushed the toilet and rinsed my mouth out with the water from the sink. I looked at the clock on the wall.
Twelve o'clock.
I was late for tutoring. I'm never late. I'm pretty compulsive when it comes to that.
I finally was walking toward the classroom when I stopped in my tracks, shocked at who was standing there, waiting to be tutored.
Jax Teller.
He was smoking in school. Who the fuck does that?
"It's about time you showed. I was going to change my mind about this whole tutoring bullshit," he said, blowing smoke away from my face.
"Why didn't you?", I said with acid dripping from my tone.
"I need to pass this class or I'm going to be held back. You're the best tutor here."
I opened the door and he walked in first.
"You okay?"
Yeah, I'm fine. Why?"
"You don't look so good. Anytime I see you, you look like you're about t cry."
"Since when do you care?"
"I don't, I'm just asking."
"You're here for tutoring, aren't you? Have a seat."
I walked over to the cabinet with practice tests held inside.
"You could just give me the tests."
"I could, but then I'd have to kill you."
"I bet you could. I saw you beat the hell out of Stephanie Foreman. I'm impressed."
"Well, she slept with my boyfriend."
"He wasn't good enough for you, anyway."
My eyes connected with those incredible baby blues of his.
"thanks."
"Yeah, no problem. "
"So, what subject are you having trouble in?"
"geometry."
"Okay, let's get started."
He was there everyday for the past two weeks, actually studying his ass off. I didn't think he had it in him. Plus, it would buy me some more time until my uncle would pick me up.
"Can I ask you something, Jules?"
"It's Julia."
"So?"
"So, I'm not a little girl. It's Julia."
"Whatever. What the hell do you do to yourself that you get all those bruises?"
"Oh, I'm in gymnastics. It's a pretty intense sport."
"Don't bullshit me. Tell me. Does someone do that to you?"
"I think we're done for today."
I got up and put the test back in the locked cabinet.
"Julia.."
I grabbed my bag, and quickly jogged out the door.
"Jules!"
He tried keeping up with her, but he lost her.
"Shit."
I opened the doors of the school, looking at the bright sun in front of me. I closed my eyes and tears fell from them.
"Hey baby girl."
I opened my eyes and saw my uncle waiting by his car.
I turned around and looked at the school. They won't help me or believe me. Fuck it. I ran as fast as I could, screaming for help, if I could find any. I just wanted someone to hear me, for once.
My lungs felt like they were about to burst when I finally had to stop. I opened the doors from the back of some ally and looked to see if I could find him anywhere. I let out a breath of relief until I felt a strong-arm grab me and slam me against the wall.
"Somebody! Somebody help me please!"
He covered my mouth and smiled.
"Don't pretend you don't want it, sweetheart."
I bit down hard on his hand, tasting his blood on my tongue.
He yelled and punched me in the face.
"Bitch!"
I grabbed the pocketknife out of my jean pocket and stabbed him in the neck. My eyes widened as he fell to the floor, bleeding out on the pavement. Jax finally caught up to her and saw what she did.
"He did this to you? The bruises? He raped you."
I just nodded.
We both heard sirens of cops nearing both of us.
"Go."
Jax, I'm not letting you take the fall for me."
"Go."
Police surrounded both me and Jax, and my now dead uncle. Jax took the knife out of my hand and held it in his.
"Put your hands in the air!" We both did and one policeman put Jax's hands behind his back.
"No, please don't do this! I did it! I killed him!"
I grabbed at the officer arresting Jax. Another pulled me off.
"Jax, I'm gunna fix this."
"Don't worry about it. "
The cop bent his head to get him the car.
Present
"I had my dad work his ass off on getting him out. I was so angry at Jax for taking the fall for me."
Gemma just listened to what she was saying. She wasn't even sure why the hell her son would defend this girl? A lightbulb switched on in her head.
"You're with my son, aren't you?"
"How'd you.."
"He was never happy like this with Wendy. I knew it had to be the work of some other woman."
A small grin made its way to my face.
"I'm sorry, Julia. I didn't know that piece of shit did that to you."
"I'm sorry for almost getting your son the death penalty."
"You did the right thing. Killing him."
"I don't know about that."
"You did. No one deserves to go through something like that."
"So, do you forgive me?"
"I just wish you told me sooner about this. I wouldn't have wasted all these years hating your ass."
"Fair enough. But, there's something else I need to ask you."
She looked at me confused.
" Are you okay with me and Jax?"
She let out a heavy breath.
"It's definitely going to take some getting used to. But honestly, he needs a woman like you in his life. regardless, what color your skin is."
"I have to ask you one more question, Julia."
"Sure, go ahead."
"Are you going to be able to handle being his old lady?"
At the Cubhouse
Jax opened the back doors of the room and sat down at the signature table, all eyes were on him.
"What?"
"Jax, can I ask you a question?", Tig asked with an awkward smile on his face.
"Okay?"
"Is there no other women out there that you go hook up with the first colored one you see?"
"There are others out there. But, I'm not interested in the others. Anyone else got a problem with this?," he asked looking around at the men at the table.
"It's just.. different," Piney replied, making Opie roll his eyes.
"Well you assholes better get used to it, cuz she's sticking around."
He pushed his chair back, making it fall backwards, and went outside. He sat down on the picnic bench when Chibs walked out.
"Jackie, you okay?"
He reached into his pocket and took out a pack of cigarettes.
"I'm great, "he replied in a sarcastic tone.
Chibs sat down next to him.
"I know where you're at with this. I still get wierd looks when it comes to Fi. But, I saw how that girl lights you up when you're around her. Everyone deserves that, even us. Don't let that kind of thing go because other people can't handle it, you got me?"
