10
Happy stuck to the plan. The next day, we went to the hospital and got swabbed and poked and gave our urine samples. I was allowed to see Jax's son, Abel as he was on a ventilator. I was very disappointed to see how small he was and that the mother's drug addiction did this to him. Happy had already seen him and was using the restroom. I sighed lightly, as Tara walked over to me.
"He's going to be fine." she said and I nodded.
"Good." I responded. She kept nodding looking at him through the glass window.
"You ever think of having kids at one point in your life?" she asked lightly. I inhaled some and shook my head.
"I don't want a kid. Ever." I replied. She looked at me stunned.
"Before you left… that's all you used to talk about." she said and I nodded.
"Happy will do things with the club that will put him in danger. Sometimes that danger will come back to us and maybe I will be put in danger, like I've already experienced." I replied. Tara's eyes focused on my face as I spoke. My head was still shaking. "I will accept the fact that our lives will be in danger as that is part of the loyalty to the club… but I will in no way, shape or form, bring a child into this world- into that life knowing their life could be in danger." Tara stared at me for a moment taking in my words before nodding slowly.
"I understand." she replied. I nodded.
"Clay invited me to some big dinner next week. You gonna be there?" I asked. She smirked.
"I'll be there." she replied and we both shared a smile taking each other's hand to exchange our comfort.
When Happy found me, we walked out together and people seemed to stare at us as they entered the hospital lobby. But of course. The nice and gentle teacher is somehow involved with the leather clad wearing biker. Happy's hand didn't leave mine and I looked up at him as we moved to my car.
"I'm proud of you." I said casually and he looked down at me confused, his toothpick in the corner of his mouth.
"For what?" he asked. I pointed back to the hospital.
"For wanting to get tested. I know you're itching to go balls deep inside me without any protection on your end." I purred and his eyes widened at my words. "And if everything comes back clean, you'll get to." My birth control worked tremendously and if I needed to, Plan B was an option. As we neared my car, Happy took hold of my arm and spun me around as he pinned me to the side of the car. removing his toothpick, he leaned down and kissed me with dominance and heated passion. Already my body answered to him, but I forced myself to be cool since we were in public.
"I just want us to work." he said. I gave a warm smile.
"So do I." I replied. We placed our foreheads together for a few seconds, before moving to open our doors. "Need me to drop you off at the garage?"
"Yeah we got business to take care of. We've been hunting down Weston and Zobelle. They've been trying to lay low, but we've been destroying some of their heroin labs. Weston's been layin' low though." he said as we took off. I nodded slowly taking all of the information in. "Don't worry. We'll get him." I only nodded and took off down the road. I rolled my window down after noticing he was lighting a cigarette. A nasty habit, but I wasn't going to try and change that in him.
"This Zobelle guy, what else do you know about him?" I asked calmly. A trail of smoke exited his nose as Happy looked out the window.
"Not much. Some Hungarian mother fucker." he said. I nodded once more.
"He's the one who instructed Weston to come after me." I replied wanting to make sure I was clear about who my enemies were.
"Yeah." he said lowly, voice hinting at pain and guilt. I was quiet again, not saying much of anything as I just leaned back and became at ease with driving.
"I overheard what you and Tara were talking about… with children I mean." he said coolly. I shuffled some in my chair unaware of what to say. But I nodded some.
"Do you want kids?" I asked.
"I'm an old man. I ain't thinking of none of that right now." he said. I only nodded.
"So if something happens and I accidentally get pregnant-"
"I ain't saying you should abort it." he said suddenly said looking at me. I rolled my eyes.
"I wouldn't put my body or a child through that. Things happen all the time that are out of our control, I just want us to know exactly what to do." I replied.
"It ain't that simple though." he argued.
"Of course it is. Right now, we both don't want a baby. If by chance my birth control fails or your condoms rip or something and I get pregnant then adoption seems like the only option." I replied glancing at him. He just shook his head and looked ahead.
"I don't want to talk about this." he said. I only nodded.
"Okay." I replied gently. I didn't care to have this conversation either and he shouldn't have brought it up. We just started dating. Who need to think about that right now anyways? We arrived at the garage and he kissed my cheek.
"I'll see you later." he said and I was about to reply when I noticed Gemma walking around the back with some boxes in her hands. I thought about what that man said as he was attempting to kill me while he fucked me. They'd come back and hurt both Gemma and me again. I inhaled some and cut off my car and got out, to Happy's confusion.
"I need to speak to Gemma." I replied and Happy watched me walk over toward the back of the garage. I saw Gemma throwing the box away she had in her hand. "Need some help?"
She jumped and looked at me before sighing with relief and placing her hand over her chest.
"Jesus, Meera. You almost gave me a heart attack." she replied. Yeah I was a little jumpy too after that night. I winced some.
"Sorry. I just needed to talk to you and ask you how you're doing after your car accident." I replied and she tilted her head shrugging.
"Nothing I haven't been in before." she replied walking to move past me and I turned and watched her.
"I know what they did to you. Zobelle's guys." I replied and she froze and turned to look at me with a glare.
"That fucking bitch. Couldn't even keep her mouth shut." she snapped and I shook my head.
"Tara didn't tell me. The night I was attacked, they… raped me too and told me they'd come for us again." I said lowly. Her eyes softened on me as I spoke and I just shook my head. "I just… wanted to see if you were okay because right now, I am not okay."
My body shook violently and tears streamed down my face as I started to cry. Gemma moved up to me wrapping her arms around me. I just leaned in to her.
"Hey hey. It's okay. You're a SAMCRO now. Things are going to happen that we have to push deep down into the pits of our souls in order to move on and live. But I'm here. You are strong and I'll help you get through this." she said and I sniffled some holding her close and nodding. I knew why she mothered me so much, why she took the time to be soft around me, to care for me.
"Bring her to the guest room, Tia." Nigel commanded. I watched from my room as my foster mother helped the brunette woman into the room.
"She'll be alright, just. A little banged up, but she will live. Not too often we see car crashes around here… are we keeping her permanently?" she asked.
"Keep your voice down. She's a part of SAMCRO and that is meat and shit we do NOT touch. They're rotten anyways. All the drugs and alcohol. We don't need bad meat in this house." Nigel responded. I remember it was raining and heavy storms were just hitting. I couldn't sleep. I was too hungry. When the lights went out, I went out and quietly moved down the hallway to the guest room. Of course, being taught to knock, I lightly did so. When I got no answer, I quietly turned the doorknob and peaked my head inside. I could see her face. She had cuts and bruises on her chin and neck. I slowly moved inside and looked at her. To me she was an old woman, but everyone was old to a nine-year-old. Her eye liner is smeared as is the rest of her eye make up.
I moved over to the bed and just stared at her for moment.
She was breathing lightly. A burst of lightning lit up the room and her eyes suddenly snapped open. She was panting heavily.
"John?" she calls and I looked around quickly not wanting her to wake my parents. I shush her lightly and she looks me trying to sit up some, but she groans and lies back. "Who are you? Where am I?" I blinked some as I stared at her.
"My name is Meera. You're at my house." I whispered. She looked around the room and then back at me.
"Where are your parents?" she asked.
"Asleep." I answered. "Dad said you were in a car accident. Are you okay?" She sighed heavily looking at the ceiling.
"I think so." she replied and I just looked at her for a moment before turning and moving back to the door. "Well wait, where are you going?" I looked back at her.
"To sleep. I'm not as hungry when I'm not awake." I replied. She exhaled some, her eyes were soft but tired too.
"Who are your parents?" she asked.
"Nigel and Tia." I replied. She blinked confused.
"The Adams' home? I didn't know they adopted a black child." she said. I nodded.
"Not many know of their service for the government." I replied. She nodded slowly.
"Yes. I think I have seen you aroud here with some of the other children. You know I have a son your age. You probably know him. Jax Teller." she replied. I nodded once.
"I know him." I replied. She nodded.
"He must be really afraid not knowing where I am." she said and I looked around at the ground for a second.
"He gets into trouble a lot." I replied and she chuckled.
"Yes he does." she replied and the rumble of the thunder outside made me look up at the ceiling.
"I am not supposed to be talking to you." I replied and turned to leave.
"Wait… being in an unknown place can be scary, as I'm sure you can imagine. Would you like to hang out with me until we fall asleep?" she asked. I looked down some unsure if I should, but it's not every day we get guests in the house who are allowed to leave. I may never talk to her again after tonight. I nodded and moved over to the bed. She opened the blankets and scooted over with a wince as I slid into the bed. We both stared at the ceiling. She had a warm smell to her. I couldn't explain it, but it's what I thought a real mother would smell like. I felt safe around her, her warm body heat devouring me. I liked it. We talked about my hobbies and my school work and some of my friends. I asked her about her mother and father and her husband. She even told me a bedtime story and just like that, we visited dream world together.
Her motherly scent washed over me again and reminded me why she was so nice to me when I had moved back. She remembered me. I pulled back from her and wiped my eyes.
"Thank you." I replied with a nod. She nodded.
"Of course. Thank you for checking up on me." she told and I nodded.
"Yeah. Have you told Jax or Clay?" I asked and she shook her head immediately.
"No, not now at least." she told and I winced and she raised a finger to me. "I will when I am ready." I finally nodded.
"Okay." I replied.
"You coming to dinner next week?" she asked. I nodded.
"Yes. I will be there." I replied and she nodded and rubbed my shoulder.
"I'm really glad you moved back. I never thought I'd see you again after you ran away. Those parents… I couldn't believe what they were doing to people." she said. I winced and looked away as we began to walk around to the front of the bar.
"Wow how many people know the story?" I asked. She looked around at the land.
"The entire town." she said. "Luckily no one remembers you." I nodded and stopped as she got to the front door. She looked at me confused as I didn't follow her in.
"I gotta go. I have papers to grade." I said. She nodded.
"Okay, hon. I'll see you soon." she said and I nodded and waved good bye before I moved to get in my car and drive away. Once I got home, I spent the rest of my day grading preposition papers. Everyone was doing really good. I was glad I had a talent for explaining things enough for people, especially for kids, to understand. I finally got to Duke Weston's paper. He missed five out of the ten sentences and I was forced to give him a 50. I looked up at my window noticing it was dark already. I hoped he was okay at home. There was a knock at the door and I looked over to the hallway with a tense stare. My heart was increasing quickly and my phone was vibrating. I looked at my phone to see it was Happy.
"Hello?" I answered.
"Hey I'm at your front door. Gonna let me in?" he asked. I got up from the floor and looked through the peephole seeing it was indeed Happy. I looked down with relief and then smiled.
"Maybe. You didn't say please." I teased and I could see him smiling.
"Quit playin'." he said and I grinned and opened the door hanging up as I did. He was a grey t-shirt and jeans with his SAMCRO vest on. He smiled once he saw me and began to enter the house. He took my face in his hands kissing me hard. I leaned into his kiss as he began to close the door and lock it with his hands before they came up to my body. "What are you doing?"
"I was just grading papers." I replied and he smirked.
"Ooh teacher stuff. Sexy." he said trying to pin me to the wall.
"And I have only a few papers to go. Ten actually. Want to help me grade?" I asked and he smirked.
"Fuck yeah let's grade some history!" he said and I scoffed.
"It's English, smartass." I replied heading back into the living room.
"Oh I love it when you talk dirty." he said peeling off his vest and then his shirt. I guess seeing me in a tank and shorts made him want to be comfortable as well. He joined me on the floor and I handed him my answer sheet.
"Just make sure the answers match this sheet. If any are wrong just place an X on the number and then circle the correct number. The grading scale is at the bottom of the answer sheet." I instructed. I smirked and leaned against the couch with my legs stuck out. I moved to grab a student's paper before Happy lied his head on my lap and held up another sheet of paper to look at. I smiled and we graded in beautiful silence.