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Chapter 9
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The next day, Savannah, Juice, and Half Sack were all out getting some more tires from another shop since they were running low. Since the incident the night before, the guys had been up Savannah's ass since she got down to the garage. Tristen had been found, thank god, but it wasn't pretty when they did. Some bastard had raped her in the woods. She shivered as she and Half Sack carried more tires back to the old beat up van the guys seemed to bring everywhere they went. She didn't understand what was so good about it, but she personally liked it now since they needed the extra room for the tires.
Juice was on the phone with someone back at the clubhouse. Whatever it was about, it didn't look like it was any good. She just hoped it wasn't anything too bad, like one of them getting hit with the blame for Tristen or something. She knew that none of them would do that, not even Tig, but some people in this town didn't like to believe that as much. "Alright." they heard him say into the phone. "Yeah." he said into the phone again before hanging up. "Yo, I gotta head back to T.M." he said over to the two of them. "Charming P.D.'s grilling everyone who was at the carnival." he explained to them both. "Jax wants you to follow Hale, keep tabs on him." he said to Half Sack seriously.
Savannah looked between them curiously, wondering what was going on now. She was seriously hoping that her thoughts a second ago weren't coming true now. The last thing the club needed was some girl pointing her finger at them and yelling rape. She knew Tristen was a good kid, but her parents were another story. Half Sack was more worried about what Juice expected him to follow Hale on if he was taking the van back to the clubhouse. He couldn't exactly follow a jeep around on foot. He was almost afraid to ask him though. "Follow him on what?" he asked him.
Juice looked between them, still a little mad at what Chibs had told him before when Savannah wasn't around. Bobby had to be wrong with what he saw when he was singing that night. Savannah would never go for Half Sack. The fact that she totally rejected him when he tried to make a move on her was proof enough of that. Still, he couldn't help but give him a little payback for attempting it in the first place. He looked back at the miniature dirt bike behind them and laughed as he looked back at Half Sack. He patted his chest, clearly telling him that he was out of luck. "And by everyone, that means you too, Sav." he said out to her as he took a hold of her hand and pulled her over to the van. Without a look back to Half Sack, he helped her inside of the van before jogging over to the other side and getting in himself.
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Since the guys had knocked out the cops so they could find out who the bastard was that raped Tristen, she and Juice were left to pack up their gun bags and keep the cops locked up tight. She left the gun packing to Juice while she kept an eye on the cops. After a hour, she hadn't seen or heard from Juice in a while. She didn't think anything of it, so she just convinced the cops to be on their way when they woke up. She locked up the shop and left soon enough once she was finished with the car that she was working on. She tried to call Juice to find out where he was, but she got no answer. She figured that it was just club stuff and he had his phone shut off for it.
She had ended up going to the hospital. She didn't know why she had gone there of all places, but she figured that she would go and visit Abel. She counted herself lucky when she found that her mom had left for the night. She walked into Abel's room and felt her heart break all over again upon seeing him in his little box. She covered her mouth to hold back a sob that was trying to leave. No child should have to live their first few weeks in box like this, especially not her nephew. She took a deep breath and shut the door behind her before going over to the baby. She pressed her hand flat against the box and breathed heavily as she wiped her eyes with her other hand. "Hey there, baby boy. It's your aunt Savvy." she said out to the little baby.
She looked around and spotted a chair not far from where she was standing. She reached over and pulled it up to the little box. She lowered herself into it and gave Abel a little wave of her hand. "I know I haven't come to see you a lot, but I kind of need someone to talk to that won't, you know, judge me. I figured, who better than the baby who won't . . . who won't understand what the hell I'm saying? Right?" she started to say to him. She took another deep breath before looking at him again. "You see, Abel, I'm kind of sneaking around with one of the guys. Your uncle Juice, actually. He's really sweet, believe it or not. He's absolutely funny, and he's kind of an idiot, but believe me, I love that about him. He makes me laugh, and just between you and me? I've kind of been in love with him since Jax first brought him back to Charming with him." she confessed to the infant.
She had never told a soul that before, but she was sure her mom had her guesses. When Juice first came to town, she had just been in high school. She had a crush, and she was obvious about it. She didn't know any better at the time. "Juice doesn't know that. He thinks I'm just in it for the . . . for the, um, the cuddle buddy benefits at night. Which I'm not." she told him, as if she was trying to reassure him. "But, I know it freaks him out. He's not a one girl relationship kind of guy, I know that. I do. I can't help but hope he'd step up and tell me that he wants that with us, though." she said to him as new tears ran down her face. She sniffled and wiped her eyes then. "I know he won't, but it'd be nice if he did. You know, I don't even think he wants me to be standing next to him sometimes. When the guys around, it's like he's still trying to prove himself to them. He'll never think that he's good enough, which is, you know, silly. Cause . . . cause he'll always been good enough to me." she confessed him as a smile broke out on her face just at the thought.
She knew that that was their problem. Juice never felt like he really fit in with the group, even if he really did. He was still trying to earn his spot at the table, which was completely idiotic because he had already earned it. She knew as long as he was still doing that, he wouldn't even consider going public with her. She would be stuck having to be his dirty little secret from the club. "But you see, him not loving me isn't the problem, Abel." she told him as she paused and took another shaky breath. She looked down and placed her hand on her stomach, the earlier fears coming back to her now. "I think I might be pregnant, Abel, and . . . and I know that'll be the worst thing that could ever happen to me. He'll hate me and never want to look at me again. He'll see me as the reason he could lose his spot at the table, and I don't want him to look at me like that." she confessed to the baby boy in front of her.
She broke down in tears then, thinking that what was playing on her mind could really be true. She didn't want to, but she knew that Juice would hate her if she got pregnant now, especially since no one knew about them. She jumped a mile, her heart stopping, when a hand dropped onto her shoulder. She hurried to look up to see who it was and felt her stomach flip when she saw who it was. Tara stood above her, looking down at her with not a look of shame or rejection, but understanding. Her lips parted in surprise, not knowing what to do now. Tara had over heard what she had told Abel, and now she had no idea what the doctor from her past would do with this new information.
