It was the day after the homecoming in Fresno and between the hangovers and walk of shames, the town had seen more than they bargained for in the short morning. However, for Faye and Josie they came home somewhere between one and two in the morning, Josie's parent opting to stay at the clubhouse over night and leaving the girls at home alone. The two girls woke up around ten and decided it was time to get out of bed, Faye hoped in the shower while Josie made a call to her boyfriend in the meantime. Before long they were in the kitchen making themselves breakfast. Faye was flipping pancakes while Josie was cutting up fruit to serve along with it on the side.
The kitchen was connected to the dinning room, which made it easy for the girls to set up the table and windows let the natural lighting of the sun shine through as they opened up the curtains and danced around the kitchen to their favorite songs. Between the two of them they got breakfast ready and enjoyed being alone in the home, which was rare for the both of them.
"Why am I making so many pancakes, it's just gonna be us two?" Faye asked as she glanced at the stack that was forming on the plate in her hand, "You really think we're both gonna eat a stack of ten?"
Josie was cutting up strawberries when she glanced out the window to see the two men making their way inside; she purposefully forgot to mention they be having guests. She couldn't help but smile, looking over her shoulder as she placed the bowl of fresh fruit aside. "... Not exactly, but I've attempted."
Faye rolled her eyes and turned the burner off before flipping the last pancake, "All I know is, we're gonna need a few hungover men to actually get these eaten." She then made her way over to the table with the last of the pancakes, now spotting the two out the window making their way through the back door. "... Jo, what is he-"
"Marcus called and I mentioned us making breakfast, so... I invited them." Josie was quick to explain, she nudged her to grab the juice from the fridge. Not before catching the familiar daggers from Faye. "Don't give me the face!" She snapped quickly before hearing the back door open, "Go get the juice and be nice."
The sound of the back door slamming shut was followed by the scuffling of boots across the hardwood floor.
"Joise... We're here!"
Faye was quick to follow the instructions given as she opened up the fridge and hid behind the door once Marcus came into view, then she spotted Rhett out of the corner of her eye and knelt down. She was hidden from their view as she heard them greeting one another, praying that they wouldn't ask where she was for the time being.
"How are the headaches treating the two of you?" Josie raised an eyebrow as she placed a kiss on her lovers cheek, but the smell of cigarette smoke and beer quickly overlapped the sweet smell in the kitchen. "Oh gosh, have you even showered after last night?"
Marcus was craving the taste of pancakes from the moment he caught a whiff of the syrup, but the look in Josie's eyes made him realize he wasn't about to eat anything. "You called and mentioned pancakes, I didn't really think of showering after that..." He chuckled, glancing at Rhett who was quick to slump down in his seat at the kitchen.
Josie wrinkled her nose at the smell and placed a hand on her boyfriends shoulder, now pushing him towards the doorway leading out of the kitchen. "Go take a shower upstairs, I'll grab you some clothes... I'm not kidding, go!" She demanded pointing to the doorway, smirking as he was sluggish to make his way out of the kitchen. She then glanced over at Rhett who was about to snatch a stack of pancakes. "Don't think this counts you out, go on... use the bathroom across the hall upstairs. Get!"
Josie darted from the kitchen and made her way upstairs to gather up the clothing for the guys, but not before spotting Faye hiding behind the fridge door. She rolled her eyes and glanced over at Rhett who was slow to get himself up and out of the dinning chair, "Have fun!" She winked at Faye as a small laugh followed behind.
Rhett rolled his eyes at the demands coming from Josie and glanced over at Marcus who was already dragging himself out of the kitchen. He wanted to snatch a pancake and run, but he didn't want to suffer the consequences. He huffed as he made his way to leave the kitchen, but not before seeing Faye crouched behind the fridge hiding.
He raised an eyebrow now bending down next to her, "You... You looking for something specific?" He tilted his head to the side, catching Faye's attention.
Faye looked over her shoulder to see Rhett staring at her with a smirk playing on his lips, she clenched her jaw and gave a fake smile before snatching the orange juice. "Found it..." She whispered before standing up and closing the fridge, now catching the scent that lingered into his clothes, "You reek of beer, sweat and cheap pussy."
"Oh, is that right?" Rhett bit his bottom lip as he eyed the dark eyed brunette, "And how would you know what cheap pussy smells like? Speaking from experience?"
"... Wouldn't you like to know," Faye was quick to stop his dirty mind from continuing and narrowed her eyes at the pair of blue eyes of his. "If you're thinking of me with another girl, I have every right to slap you."
Rhett couldn't hide the growing smirk on his lips as the image grew in the back of his mind, now causing a slight turn on for the man in the kutte. "Can't deny that now that you've mentioned it." He winked at her, causing the orange juice to shake in her hand. "I mean it could've been the reason of the fight last night, three girl love triangle?"
"Sounds like a porno waiting to happen." Faye turned away from Rhett and made her way over to the table and placed the pitcher in the center, "It certainly would've entertained your perverted mind, but no that wasn't what started it."
Rhett could hear the footsteps on the hardwood floor coming from upstairs and guessed that Marcus was attempting to get some time with Josie, which gave him an excuse to messing with Faye. He watched as she began to set the table and he was slow to make his over to her, now shrugging his shoulders. "So, what was it about then? I know those girls can be catty, but breaking a girls nose... that's some hatred."
Faye was setting out plates and glasses for the breakfast and hearing his voice creep closer caused her to pause, looking over her shoulder to see him leaning against the kitchen counter and eying the food on the table. "You really wanna know?" She asked laughing under her breath, "She was talking shit about Jo... saying she was gonna sleep with Marcus behind her back." She clenched her jaw at the girls words repeating in the back of her mind. "Said sleeping around in secret was fun, as if ruining a relationship is fun..."
He could hear the anger in her voice as she explained herself and once hearing her discuss the matter of Marcus and Josie, he clenched his jaw as well. "Those sweetbutts have been trying that ever since Jo got under his arm, they've never liked the idea of Josie being his. It doesn't help with her dad being who he is..." Rhett paused now watching her fingers tighten the silverware in her hands, now dropping them onto the table, causing a small crash to sound. "They really burn your ass up, huh?"
"How could you tell?" Faye muttered under her breath and began to crack her knuckles in annoyance of the topic, "They don't care if the guy has an old lady or not, they just sleep with them whenever the lady's not looking. Some way to get around, then the old man get ticked off when the old lady does get involved. That make any sense to you? Because it sure as hell doesn't to me."
Rhett could see the rambling that began at the mention of a sweetbutt, but he quickly began to question her knowledge into the world of the MC, seeing as she was quick to name of Old Man and Old Lady. The hatred behind her tone, he couldn't seem to understand it, but he was surely witnessing it now. He chewed on the inside of his cheek and raised an eyebrow, "You know... for someone who lives outside of this world, you know a hell of a lot about it."
Faye didn't mean to let her guard down, but she was quick to cover it up by pouring herself some juice and shrug her shoulders. "My mom's close with Nora," She whispered before downing her glass.
"Mhmm." He continued to stare at the beautiful brunette before finding himself grabbing a glass from the table as well, now reaching for the juice from Faye, who gave him a questionable look. "What? I want some, Marcus is busy and I'm guessing so is Jo." He raised an eyebrow, now causing Faye to understand and take the seat at the table by his side. He was slow to take the seat by her, but he did so and served himself the juice before licking his lips and eyeing the pancakes in front of him.
"If you want to eat, go ahead... I'm not hungry."
Rhett frowned seeing the look in Faye's eyes, it was as if she was at a loss for words, not even finding the appetite to have a bite of food at this point. He was quick to serve himself three pancakes and a side of fruit, but he could tell the stillness in the air was unsettling for her and he hated to let the sit. "I don't support that..."
Faye was staring out the window watching as the trees shift with the light breeze in the air; the mention of sweetbutts reminded her of the reason and the cause of when Faye got into the argument with her father. She hated to think back to that, but ever since last night it was all she could think about. The sweetbutt last night was just her way of taking out the hostility towards the crow eaters, but it didn't help that she put her hands on her. Her thoughts were interrupted by Rhett's abrupt comment, causing her eyes to shift at her side at the piercing blue eyes.
"I'm sorry, what?"
"I wouldn't sleep with some sweetbutt if I had an old lady by my side." Rhett was quick to reply before cutting up the pancakes and chowing down on the breakfast. "I've seen too many brothers fuck up their lives because of a few nights, let alone one. If you marry someone, it's for life, ain't it?"
She noticed the serious tone to his voice which was a surprise to her, after all the man was wearing a kutte himself, in her eyes she didn't know if there was a man who could stay faithful. Yet, she wanted to believe he was speaking the truth. He glanced back at her waiting for an answer, which was a slight nod and she placed her glass down in front of her, crossing her arms over her chest and nervously looking away from him.
He could see the look of discomfort quickly rise in the young woman, her arms crossing over her chest and she practically sunk into the dining room chair. She didn't seem to admire the idea of conversation, which left him with more questions about the brown eyed girl. Rhett turned his body back towards the table and continued eating his breakfast.
"You know, I can see you care bout Josie, as for Marcus... you don't have to worry about him, he's pretty wrapped up with her. Trust me... he's got himself a good one." Rhett explained to her, hoping to defuse the tension.
"... What about you? You got yourself a good one?" Faye didn't want to discuss Josie or Marcus, the thought only bringing her back to her own parents. She chuckled under her breath as she got up from the table to grab the eggs from the microwave, which she had forgotten about once she placed them in there to keep warm.
"You asking cause you interested?" Rhett was quick to fire back at her with a mouthful of pancakes, hearing the microwave door slam shut causing him to smirk knowing he was getting under her skin. "Sounds like it to me..."
Faye held the bowl of freshly cooked eggs and placed them on the opposite side of the table, watching as Rhett's eyes fell upon them and narrowed seeing she had ignored him. "Asking cause you mentioned being faithful... just seeing if you actually follow through." She snapped back, before sitting back down in her seat.
"I dated a girl once... didn't work out." Rhett replied stealing a sip of orange juice before reaching across the table to grab the eggs which Faye set out. "She's the one who wasn't very faithful."
His reply left Faye silent as she watched him serve himself a helping of eggs, but hearing the hesitation in his voice as he spoke of his ex she seemed to regret her question. She nervously picked at the hem of her shirt and nervously bit her bottom lip, "I.. I'm sorry," She whispered under her breath.
"Don't be... it happened," He was quick to fill his mouth with food to avoid the awkward apologies before hearing the shuffling of feet from upstairs. "What about you? No one to be faithful to on your side?" Rhett knew it was a long shot in asking that question, but he would easily cover it up if needed. After all, she asked a similar question.
Faye scoffed a little as she raised the glass to her lips and shook her head, "No... the guys my age are pigs." She was quick to say as the sweet tart taste of orange juice calmed her between the discussion. "Plus, between an overprotective older brother you could say it's not that easy."
"Oh, I see... how much older is he?"
"He was thirteen when I was born... you can do the math." Faye smirked seeing his playful wink at her and she rolled her eyes, "Anyways... all of the guys I went to school with feared him, so you could say they were all pretty scared shitless that if they touched me, he'd run them over."
"... And now?" Rhett was finishing off his breakfast as the two continued to chat with one another, which made him smile as he licked his lips from the syrup that dripped from his fork. "They should at least grow a pair by now."
"You don't know my brother." She chuckled thinking of Jackson's overprotective attitude towards her when it came to guys hanging around her.
"I think if I wanted to be with a stunner like you, I'd take a beating," He glanced over his shoulder and pushed the empty plate away before being the shock in her eyes as he seemed to take her by surprise. "But, that's just me." Rhett gave a small chuckle getting up from the table with his empty plate and placing it in the sink.
He could hear the heavy footsteps coming down the stairs and was quick to make a move, now walking back to the table to grab the glass of orange juice he left, slowly leaning over Faye as he did so. But as he reached for it he leaned close behind Faye's ear and whispered, "You still owe me that dance..." Her perfume now catching his nose, the warm lavender scent mixing with rose drawing him in.
Faye felt his hot breath on the back her neck and immediately it caused goosebumps to form along her skin, which was was surprising to to her, but her slight jump caused him to laugh as he stepped away. She was quick to whip around in her seat, now watching him make his way out of the kitchen and head upstairs to shower, but the slightest interest in him from last night seemed to reach it's peak. Yet, she wasn't going to admit that, not yet.
The queen of SAMCRO had found herself avoiding her home at all costs the day after the fight between her son and husband. Knowing very well that her husband wouldn't want to be messed with and she wasn't one to be messed with either. In the end, she found herself crashing at Luann's after spending most of her day with her grandson, which seemed to be the only person who brought her joy in the rocky days that had come. She woke up that morning craving coffee, but once finding out Luann had to head out to CaraCara, she decided that a trip home wouldn't have been such a bad idea, a shower sounded good and a change of clothes even better.
She parked her suburban in the driveway and slowly made her way inside, hesitant in knowing that Clay could've been home. However, his bike wasn't in the driveway and that gave her a clear mind. Gemma made her way inside and was quick to notice the sense of stillness in the home, which made her believe she was alone.
The coffee pot was quickly turned on and left to brew as Gemma then started fixing up Sonny's food, which had been the only reason she had been home everyday. She knew the coffee would take at least a few minutes, leaving her time to head upstairs and feed her third son; passing by the living room she noticed the tv was on, replaying sports channel which had to have been Clay.
She was quick to make her way upstairs now walking along the hallway leading to her bedroom. Passing by Faye's room was difficult, the door left open and rather haunting to Gemma as she kept her eyes ahead, avoiding the sight of the dark room. She hadn't spoken to Faye since the day before, but after last night she just wished to hear her voice.
She flipped on the master bedroom light and immediately noticed the photos scattered along the bedroom floor, the box they were in sitting at the foot of the bed and a whiskey bottle resting by it. Gemma's heart broke at a glimpse of the pictures, she unlocked Sonny's cage and placed the food inside, now turning back to gather up the photos and put them away. She picked one up and found herself staring at the happy smile of her little girl, which soon formed a smile on her mouth.
The only assumption she could've made as to why these were out was Clay, the closet door was left slightly shut which is where the box of photo albums and home videos were. A whiskey bottle only giving more of an assumption as to who had been here.
Gemma slumped back against the bed frame the photo in hand as she ran her finger along her daughters cheek, she soon gathered up more photos to glance through each one of them wanting to savor the happiness captured. The photos were familiar, each one of them holding a memory to the mother and once seeing Jax and Faye smiling caused small tears to form in her eyes. The peace behind each photo was all Gemma wanted in this life. Soon baby pictures were revealed through the stacks, leaving Gemma wanting her daughter home. The little six pound baby, wrapped in a little pink blanket, along with the SAMCRO beanie covering her head of hair.
She was a protective of her children, her kids would easily say overbearing, but so be it in Gemma's mind. The second her children were born, they became her world and she swore to protect them. When Thomas passed away, a part of Gemma wouldn't ever be the same. The loss of her child was a wound that could never fully heal and when she found out she was pregnant with Faye, Gemma questioned or not to go through with the pregnancy. It wasn't just the loss of Thomas, but the thought of replacing her son with another child was the true concern.
However, the choice of having Faye the positive that could come from having her, then having a daughter which was far different than having two boys. She chose to have her baby girl and with that came the heart condition, which Gemma feared more than anything. Faye had surgery when she was only a day old, leaving Gemma praying in her hospital bed, while Clay waited by her bedside. The risks of survival were low for the baby but not having help, would've killed her.
The doctor came into the hospital room and informed the parents that the little baby girl was doing well after the surgery, also giving them the warnings that could further come into play once the little girl grew up. From there, that started Gemma's watchful eyes for her daughter. It was a fault of Gemma's, knowingly withholding her from living the life any teen should've experienced, but for her it was the only way to monitor her. The mother she was noticed it now, which was the reason having her gone drove her to madness.
The sight of the baby pictures were only stirring her motherly instinct to call and check in on Faye, but she was out of a cell phone. She instead snatched the burner from her purse and dialed Nora's number, once the call went through Gemma held the phone close to her listening the dial tone.
"Hello.."
Her voice was groggy from what Gemma could tell, which made her smirk as she glanced at the clock on the nightstand, "Rough night? Judging by the time and sound of your voice, I'm right." She chuckled once hearing the woman on the other line groan.
"The guys just got back from a run, you know better than anyone how it turns out."
"At best no one ends naked on the bar..." Gemma rolled her eyes as a small smile formed on her lips from the memories; Clay and the club riding back in town, her planning driving her up the walls, barking orders to make sure the welcome home was perfect. "All the boys get back safely?"
"Oh yeah, not a scratch on 'em."
She listened to another muffled voice on the line and raised an eyebrow, "Didn't mean to call if you're busy, I can call back-"
"It's just Dan, he's getting up to shower." Gemma relaxed a bit knowing Dan Needles well, after all he and Clay were close, but she couldn't help but wonder if Clay had gotten the truth from his brother yet. "All okay, Gem?"
"Just wanted to check in, see how Faye's been doing... She didn't call yesterday." Gemma didn't mean to let the worry show in her tone, but it was clear to Nora, why she was truly calling this time. "She alright? With the party and all?" A slight bit of laughter came from Nora as Gemma asked about the party.
"I forget how spirited your girl can be, then again... she's your daughter."
Once hearing the tone in Nora's voice; she closed her eyes and ran her fingertips along the edge of the photos resting in her lap. "What'd she do?" She was calm, taking a deep breath to relax her nerves.
"Got in a little scuffle with a crow eater, apparently Faye didn't like what she had to say about Josie. She drove her face into the bar, did some damage, broke the crows nose."
Gemma's fingers tightened around the burner cell as she played out the scenario in the back of her head, now having a play by play of her daughter ending up in a violent argument with a sweetbutt. She couldn't imagine that Faye had done that, but she knew her hatred towards the service girls in the club. Gemma cursed under her breath as she let the album slip away from her lap and fall onto the bed, she stood up and began to pace around the room passing by Sonny each time as his curious eyes watched on.
"... She's calmed down Gemma. We had Josie take her home after that, she's at the house with her now."
"She was protecting Josie, but her hostility towards crow eaters aren't gonna ease up, Nora. She's been pissed off ever since she find out her dad slept with one on a run a few months back." Gemma spat, letting the truth out with more of a relief falling free from her shoulders. "There was more behind breaking that girls nose... you see it now?"
The silence on the other end was enough of an answer for Gemma as she continued to pace throughout the bedroom, eyeing the photos lying along the floor.
"I'm sorry Nora... I just... this shit isn't like her." Gemma slumped back against the edge of the bed and took a deep breath, "If go up there Clay will just follow me. I don't wanna have that end up in a fight in Fresno." Her mind was racing with a plan of heading out of Charming, but the set back was her husband. "If Clay finds out..."
"You know you're more than welcome here, Gemma. I tried getting her to talk about it a few nights back, but... she's not one for talking about Charming right now."
Gemma snatched up the pictures and tossed them in the shoe box resting on the floor, now grabbing the photo album from the bed and slamming it shut. "She's acting out, taking her frustrations out the only way she knows." She heard the motorcycle from outside pull into the driveway, which caused her to hurry to the window and catch him parking. "I gotta go... I'll get back to you."
"Bye, Gem."
The burner in hand was tossed on the bed as Gemma began to prepare for whatever mood her husband was in, she hadn't seen him since the fight from yesterday. She didn't want to, but now she didn't have a choice. Instead of cleaning up the mess her husband left, she stared down at the pictures scattered along their bedroom floor, wanting answers as to why he'd left this mess. She heard the backdoor slam shut, which left her to believe he wasn't pleasant.
Clay had woken up early this morning and rode to the clubhouse to get things sorted with Tig, but now he wanted to go home and hope his wife wasn't there. After yesterdays events, he decided to go home for the night, but was left alone with memories of how he'd messed up. Soon enough, he began to take out photo albums and pictures, going through them with a bottle of whiskey, which left him with a headache to wake up to. The second he spotted the suburban in the driveway, he knew Gemma was home and that left him knowing what was to come.
He was slow to park his bike in the driveway and head inside, the slam of the door behind him as the wavering scent of coffee overtook the kitchen. He glanced to see Gemma wasn't anywhere to be seen, which left him serving himself a cup before heading upstairs, assuming that's where his wife would be waiting for him. Each step leaving him to believe she was waiting with a vengeance after everything that has happened. He didn't blame her at this point. Not at all.
The sight of his wife standing over the photos he left sprawled out was the first thing he caught, now leaving him in the doorway waiting for her to speak first, breaking the ice that was so thing between them. He stole sips of the coffee as his headache was pounding.
"Reminiscing... were we?" Gemma broke the silence, now crossing her arms over her chest leaning back against the bed frame. "Back to a time when she was little, must be nice to think back to that."
Damn, did she know how to get under his skin, better than anyone he knew. He clenched his jaw and didn't dare look down at the pictures, knowing it would only break his heart to see her face. He didn't want to say anything, not now. Clay didn't want to give Gemma the pleasure. Which is why he kept his mouth shut and stuck to sipping on his hot coffee.
"You left some whiskey stains on the pictures, you know drinking ain't gonna bring her back here." Gemma tore her eyes away from the photos, now catching his eyes as he was clearly angered by her words already. "She doesn't want to come home, has that gotten through your thick skull? No, of course not. After yesterday, not even a hit can get that through."
"Then maybe you should tell your son that he should learn to respect our family problems," Clay quickly snapped at his wife, who was angered by his reply. "I don't want the club knowing what goes on in my family." He stepped into the bedroom and made his way over to his nightstand.
Gemma pushed herself off the bed frame and turned her body to face him, following his move. "You dare bring Jax into this, he didn't blurt out anything they didn't know. The whole damn club knew why Faye left, you just don't wanna face the truth as to why... you can't swallow that damn pride of yours. Not even for our child."
Clay slammed the mug down on the nightstand, the coffee spilling over as he did so, but he couldn't stand it when his wife took that tone with him. He could feel the soreness in his hand as he unclenched the mug, but after yesterday and the fight, it made it much worse. The pain that is. He could hear the hatred in her voice as well as feel her eyes burning into him, which is why he kept his back to her.
"She was right... you're a bastard." Gemma whispered under her breath, but she didn't expect him to raise his voice after he heard that comment.
"Don't pull that holier than thou crap. You've known she's been in Fresno this whole time, you kept it from me... her father." Clay saw the state of shock in his wife's eyes and shook his head. "You could've told me about her knowing about Cherry, I would've fixed it."
"And what would you have done with that?" Gemma laughed under her breath, not believing his attack. "Told her 'it was a mistake and she meant nothing', because I already tried that route with her, Clay. She tried letting it go, I watched her, but... it kept coming back to that. You made it worse the second you tried controlling her."
Gemma began to gather up the pictures on the floor as she stepped closer to him, now tossing them in the box on the bed. She snatched up the whiskey bottle as well, going to place it back on the dresser pressed up against the wall.
"Says the woman who counts the cups of coffee she takes," Clay spat as he stepped away from the nightstand and looked back over at his wife. "You watch every fucking move she's made."
Within seconds the whiskey bottle was sent flying towards his head, but he was fast enough to dodge it the second he caught her actions. The bottle instead smashed into the wall, shattering glass causing Sonny to squeal and fly out from his cage, while the warm amber liquor soaked the carpet as it dripped down from the wall.
"Don't you dare..." Gemma's voice shook as she struggled to speak, tears now forming in her eyes as her anger had reached a breaking point. "Don't you dare come at me with that!" She could feel her hands shake as her emotions were getting the best of her; flashbacks of both her son and daughter sending her to dark times. "You saw what I went through when I lost Thomas. I swore the moment the doctor told us about her little heart... that I would never lose a child again."
Clay regretted his words the second he noticed the familiar flash of pain in Gemma's eyes; he remembered the nights he spent with Gemma, her nightmares of Thomas waking her up in the middle of the night, the times she couldn't sleep at night because of her lost son. He hated himself for what he'd said. He glanced back at the bottle which was scattered along the floor, the smell of whiskey making the man nauseous.
A cry escaped Gemma's lips as she covered her mouth to keep in the sobbing she so badly wanted to let out, but the tears silently fell from her eyes and left her feeling vulnerable in a time of pain. She pressed her body against the dresser to hold herself up as her legs were shaking, but she wanted to break and scream at the thought of her son's death. She would never be able to handle the death of her son, she was a fierce mother, but losing a child wasn't a wound that could be forgotten.
Each step towards her was a careful one, knowing his wife was angered, but he couldn't stand the sight of seeing her cry and if she allowed him to help her through it, he would. He was slow to reach out to hold her, which she allowed, but was almost resisting at first at his touch, but she soon relaxed into him as she continued to stifle her sobs.
"Breathe... you're gonna make yourself sick, Gem." Clay whispered to her, he could feel her heart racing in her chest and he soon began to rub her back in hopes of calming her. "I'm sorry, baby... I'm sorry."
It was all he could say at that moment, but it was the truth.
Gemma listened to his words, breathing in and out slowly to get herself to calm down properly before she made herself sick physically. She didn't want him to hold her, but the second he did, she didn't want him to let go either. She knew he didn't mean it, but at the same time when it came to her children Gemma wouldn't allow anyone to touch them. She could feel herself calming down, now catching her breath and pushing herself away from Clay's arms. She couldn't remember the last time she let Clay embrace her, which is why she stepped away from him wiping the fallen tears from her eyes.
Clay felt the cold tone to his wife the second his wife pushed him away, he himself stood still watching as she was slow to walk towards the doorway and pause raising her head and brushing her hair back. He couldn't blame her for this, he was wrong to have commented on that. It was wrong, but he could see this was different.
"Look at what we've done, Clay. This... this is shit." Gemma raised her voice catching his shadow on the floor, but she was almost yelling at herself, now realizing her actions had caused this madness along with her husbands. "Our daughter ran-away from the only home she's known, why? What did we do?" She could hear his footsteps coming up behind her, but she held her hand up to stop him from coming any closer. "Don't- just.. don't." Gemma whispered her voice breaking as she stormed out of the bedroom.
Clay stood alone now, listening to Sonny crow out for Gemma as he sat at the top of his cage, and for once Clay wasn't bothered by it. It was better than the silence he had become used to, he heard Gemma walking around downstairs as his intuition told him to leave his wife be for now. He chose to gather up the mess he'd left behind, gathering up the photos and place them back in the box. The pictures were an image of the joy his little girl held, how he wished he could rewind the clock to fix the mess he and his wife had caused.
Would he have done it differently now that his daughter was gone?
Yes, because the father he was realized that now after his daughters absence was only making things tense between not only his family, but his club. Which was only another reason why Faye left, when him and Gemma were first married the run rules were different, but after a few years together and Faye turned Faye, they changed. Gemma had come to terms with that, finding it difficult at first once knowing with every run he would be with another woman, but soon enough it become somewhat normal. Clay carried a love for Gemma, every time he was with a sweetbutt, he only thought of his wife. That heavy choice was now weighing in on not only Clay, but Gemma and their child.
"Faye... c'mon we gotta get to the clubhouse sometime."
Josie's yelling followed throughout the house as she leaned against the railing of the stairs, waiting patiently for her friend to make her way downstairs. Marcus and Rhett waiting at the front door which was in front of the staircase. She huffed, now looking at the clock seeing they were already running thirty minutes late. After two hours and the guys being freshly showered, they'd eaten and got dressed for the day, but Faye and Josie took a little longer seeing as they were doing makeup and picked out outfits. Yet, Faye didn't want to be around Rhett, not when he seemed to read her well enough. She was slow to get dressed and after hearing Josie yell, she made her way downstairs.
"You could've gone without me, I have a car." Faye called out now making her way down the staircase, she threw on the familiar leather jacket and quickly covered the patch with her hair. "I told you that twice too, Jo." She caught sight of Josie who was eyeing her outfit with a smirk. "What?"
"Nothing..." Josie was quick to cover up her smirk and turning to walk out the front door, keys in hand. "We gotta get going."
Rhett watched as Faye made her way downstairs and couldn't help but eye her up and down; the dark washed jeans fitting her perfectly, the black long sleeved top that laced up revealed cleavage, the familiar lace up boots from last night to pair with it, along with a leather jacket. Josie wasn't lying when she said she was fit for this world. He bit his bottom lip and looked away, now making his way outside to his bike, not before receiving a shove from Marcus who noticed him checking her out.
Faye wasn't used to showing so much cleavage, but she couldn't help it when she had this rebellious streak. It wasn't because of Rhett, at least that's what she was telling herself. She was last out behind Josie who stayed behind locking the door, but as Faye pulled out her car keys she felt Josie quickly snatch them from her.
"Okay, are you wanting to drive my old jeep?" Faye asked slightly laughing under her breath at her friend who slipped the keys in her back pocket. "What are you doing?"
Josie didn't answer Faye, instead she made her way over to Marcus's motorcycle and watched as it quickly clicked for Faye. She whispered something in Marcus's ear, causing him to smile along with her but he shrugged his shoulders as he got himself on his bike. "I was gonna ride with Marcus, Rhett could give you a ride, I mean... I just don't want you driving alone." She quickly said with Faye.
Rhett was already seated on his bike and about to start it up, when he heard the suggestion and laughed now seeing the look of anger in her eyes. "I would offer to, but... I don't think princess over there has ever been on a bike. Probably too scared." He watched her dagger eyes shift to him, which made him smile as he clipped on his helmet.
Marcus whistled as he heard the comment coming from his brother, but Josie saw the challenge he was throwing at Faye, who never seemed to turn down a challenge. She also had been on a bike from the time she could walk, which was another secret they didn't know about. She could see the daring look in Faye's eyes as she stepped towards Rhett's bike and she couldn't help but watch on.
"Give me the helmet." Faye snapped not breaking the gaze that was between her and Rhett, which caused him to smirk as he handed over the helmet.
Faye slipped it on and heard both men start up the engines, the roar not scaring her one bit. Once the helmet was clipped on she made her way over to the side of his bike, now mounting the backseat and the familiar vibration reminding her to hold on. She was reluctant to wrap her arms around his waist, but feeling the slight tug of the bike pull forward made her do so.
Rhett didn't expect her to actually go through with it, but the second she got on the back of his bike, he couldn't deny that he was excited. He was careful at first, knowing this had been her first time on bike, but he didn't hear her scream or even tug a little as if she was frightened. So, he speed up once they hit town and he found himself racing a little with Marcus to the clubhouse. He soon heard laughter coming from Faye as well, which truly surprised him to say the least. He never expected her to enjoy it, but he was seeing a different side of her, he liked it.
Faye hadn't been on a bike since she left Charming, needless to say she missed it judging by the smile on her mouth. It was obvious he was holding back, but the second they hit town he gave in and speed up to Marcus and soon enough the two were racing to beat one another. She caught the sight of Josie, looking at her with a smile causing her to laugh as the open air was beating them with free motion. Damn, she couldn't deny her love for a good bike.
The ride there was ten minutes, but with the light speeding between them they arrived in eight. Marcus pulled into the lot first, closely followed by Rhett who ignored defeat for that moment. Soon enough both bikes were parked and the girls were the first to get off, Marcus and Josie made their way inside first since they arrived, but it was also for another reason.
Faye unbuckled the helmet and handed it back to Rhett who eyed her with a smirk. "It's not happening again." Faye told him now running her fingers through her hair to avoid helmet hair. "It was just to prove to you, I'm not a princess... which by the way, I hate that nickname."
"A thank you would've sufficed, but fine, I won't call you that..." Rhett shrugged his shoulders as he himself took off the helmet and hung it on his handlebar. He was careful with his next choice of words as she turned on her heel to head into the clubhouse, but he was quick to say. "I'll just call you, 'biker kink', after all you said you had one last night." He was getting under her skin, that was clear to him.
Faye stopped short from making her way inside, now looking over her shoulder to see the smile he had played on his lips. She slowly turned on her heels and made her way back to his bike, she gripped the handlebar and leaned over the bike closer into him. "If I had this so called, 'biker kink', don't you think I would've danced with you last night?" She tilted her head to the side, now seeing his smile disappear.
"I don't know why you didn't dance with me, but there's always a chance to make up for it tonight." Rhett clicked his tongue on the roof of his mouth and winked at her, before leaning back into the leather seats. His kutte puffing a little as he did so, but still showing his patch of pride. "I'm not a bad dancer if that's what you're thinking..."
"I never said anything about being a bad..." Faye cut herself off before rolling her eyes at the comment and hearing his laughter. "I don't have a biker kink, that's all I'm saying." She could feel the metal of the bars slightly slipping as her hands grew clammy from the nerves of being around him.
"I would say prove it," Rhett now pushed himself forward a few inches away from her lips, teasing the brunette with his blue eyes. "but, I don't want you do anything you don't wanna, babe." He could see she was questioning whether or not to kiss him, her eyes now glancing at his lips before his eyes then traveled downward to the cleavage being shown as she followed his gaze, but he spotted the scar on her chest. "Pretty rad scar you got there." Rhett said with a raised eyebrow.
Before she could say anything to him him they were interrupted by the sound of heels clicking against the concrete, Nora making her presence known to both of them. He was quick to back away from Faye seeing the look in Nora's eyes, now getting himself off his bike and giving a small nod. "Good to see you, Nora..."
"Get inside, Rhett. Dan's wanting you." Nora sounded more snappy than usual in his opinion, but he followed orders and headed into the clubhouse without questioning her.
That left Nora alone with Faye, who pushed herself off the bike and covered herself with the leather jacket, almost avoiding the scar on her chest herself. The elder woman raised an eyebrow at Faye's actions, but she couldn't help but question why she was leaning over Rhett's bike also. She watched Faye turn to face her and gave a gentle smile, "Sleep well after last night?"
"If... if this is about me getting in that fight, I'm sorry." Faye apologized now catching a few looks from the crow eaters who were sitting outside, but once they caught her looking they looked the other way. "It won't happen again."
"I hope not... your mom, she called me this morning." Nora caught the small panic in her eyes and was quick to calm her nerves, "She just called to check in on you, I told her what happened. She wanted me to have you call her."
Faye cursed under her breath once hearing her mother wanted to speak to her, but she knew that Nora wouldn't have kept that from her mother. She couldn't. It would just bring up the past, which Faye wished to ignore more than anything. "Can... Can I use your phone?" She bit her bottom lip, nervously licking away the lipgloss.
Nora held out the burner cell which was hers and placed it in the young girls hand, now giving her shoulder a gentle squeeze. "Just tell her the truth, baby. It'll be alright." She reassured her before turning away to give her privacy.
Going through the recently called log Faye waited until she found the Charming area code, now clicking on the number and pressing down to call, which frightened her once hearing the dial tone. She hoped she wouldn't answer, for the sake of not getting yelled at, but she also hoped she could hear her mothers voice.
"I don't think I can talk right now Nora,"
The sound of her voice almost brought tears to Faye's eyes, but she held them back and instead smiled wiping away her tears. "It's me..." She whispered through the phone, now finding herself taking a seat on Rhett's bike. "Not Nora."
"... Oh, baby. I didn't know it was you."
"Well, I can't exactly call you from my personal cell." Faye chuckled, hearing a small laugh come from the other line. "How... how's Abel?"
"He's good... real strong, really happy, I told him a story about his aunt bashing in a crow eaters face, really entertained him. I didn't think my daughter was capable of that."
She was missing once hearing about her nephew, but once her mother brought up the fight her smile turned into a frown and she clenched her jaw. "She deserved it, honestly... after she-"
"What she said doesn't excuse the fact that you broke a girls nose, Faye Rose." Her tone turned stern as she began to correct Faye on her actions, which were violent. "You and I both know why that happened. What she said about Josie wasn't the only reason to do it,"
"Don't... please, don't bring what happened with Cherry into this, because it has nothing to do with it." Faye was angered nonetheless that her mother was bringing this up, she didn't want to discuss it. Not now, not ever again.
"Don't you take that tone with me or I swear, I will drive those two hours there and bring your ass back home." Gemma let out a heavy sigh and was quick to calm herself down. "You can't defend what happened and say that it wasn't your hatred towards Cherry that brought this on, because it was, whether you wanna admit it or not. I, sure as hell will admit it to you."
Faye closed her eyes listening to her mother as she scorned her for the actions of last night, but while she wanted to ignore her, she knew deep down she was right. She kept her mouth shut and shrugged her shoulders, now opening her eyes and finding herself less angry by her mothers yelling. "I didn't mean to get that ticked off..." She whispered to her mother.
"You did... Cherry is gone off to whoever the hell she is, but not every crow eater is her. They fear you know, but you didn't need violence to do that."
"... Does he know?" Faye knew her mother would've caught onto that, she wanted to know if Clay knew about the fight. "Does he know where I'm at?"
"He knows. Not because of me, he's got a brother that knows you there, Faye. They're obligated to tell him."
Faye knew it had to have been Dan, but she didn't blame him, not when he was loyal to the club and he was as close as he was to Clay. She expected it, but she also expected her father to show up if he had known about her whereabouts. She was kicking the gravel under her boots and nodded her head, "I know." She whispered, "Just tell him... never mind."
"He loves you too, Faye."
Her mother was quick to catch onto what Faye was about to say, but the moment Gemma reassured her of the lingering question Faye let out a sight of relief and laughed a little under her breath. "I'm still pissed at him."
"Believe me, you're not the only one... So, tell me what have you and Josie been up to?"
Inside the clubhouse Rhett was finishing up the meeting he had with Dan and Marcus, they were disucussing the possiblity of heading to Charming in a week or two if assistance was needed over nazi pricks. Once they discussed it, Rhett made his way out to see if Faye had joined Josie inside, but he didn't spot her anywhere in the clubhouse and he was quick to steal a look outside to see her leaning against his bike, chatting on the phone. He raised an eyebrow seeing how relaxed she was on his bike, when he'd left she was tense and couldn't look him in the eyes, but now seeing a genuine smile on her face was quite a sight.
"Intese stare you got going on there?"
He glanced over his shoulder to see Nora behind the bar, fixing up the mess that was left after last night, throwing trash away and cleaning up the bar from the beer stairs and peanut shells. Rhett laughed a little now turning his back to the door and taking a seat at the bar, tossing empty beer bottles in the trash before replying.
"Just enjoying the summertime heat that lovely California brings." Rhett was lying through his teeth, but he hoped that Nora would've bought it. "It's the truth, think I can borrow your pool for the day?"
Nora saw past his lies as he attempted to hide the infatuation he had towards Faye; she tossed aside the trash full of beer and peanut shells and watched as the girls carried them out back for her as she asked them to. She made her way over to the ice coolers and took the small shovel and began to break it up, getting it ready for new beer to be stocked.
"You asking cause you wanna see Faye in less clothing or because you wanna actually use our pool?" Nora let the snide comment roll off her tongue as she laughed a little as he broke eye contact with her. "I'm not an idiot, son. I'm telling you now, she's no crow eater, so if I see you or anyone treating her like one-"
Rhett would've smacked himself upside the head if he could've, which made it worse. He laughed it off trying to make it seem as if he didn't, but he couldn't deny her statement. "I never said she was one and I wouldn't." He scratched the back of his neck and looked down at the bar. "She mentioned you and her mother were close."
"Considering I've known her from the time they were little, yes. Her mother and I have known each other for quite some time." Nora grabbed the new beers from the boxes and stocked up the ice chest. "What else you wanna know?" She could tell he had an interest in Faye since last night, but now having him asking questions was rather shocking. Rhett didn't pay attention to most girls in the clubhouse, he got his share of getting around, but never interested by asking around to get to know a girl, until now.
"Where she from?"
Nora could hear an actual interest in Rhett's tone of voice and the look in his eyes matched, but she knew that by letting him have insight on Faye's life wouldn't be smart for either of them. She knew Rhett personally, she knew him to be a rightful man and respectful, but her loyalties lied with Gemma at that moment, she didn't want Faye's trust to be broken either.
"Small town, two hours away... wanna know her star sign?" Nora joked, lightening the mood in hopes he would ease off, but his smile was clear that he was wanting to persist a little more. "I'm joking, if you really wanna get to know her, ask her."
"She has quite an insight on this life... the way she acts around crow eaters, I heard it all last night. She's got more knowledge then she's letting on." Rhett explained to Nora, who continued on with her job, she waved over a crow eater and began to shove demands at her. "How long have Josie and her been friends?"
The crow eater was glancing back and forth between Nora and Rhett as he asked questions, which didn't go unnoticed by Nora who was quick to shove empty beer boxes in her hands and demand she throw them out back. "Since they were five, now Rhett, I've got work to do. So, if you'll excuse me... I can answer your questions later, or maybe you can get them from her." She winked as she left the bar and headed to the back to finish up her job.
Reaching over the bar Rhett snatched a beer bottle from the ice chest and cracked it open, now running his thoughts on the discussion he had with Nora just now. He was told last night by Marcus and Faye and Josie had been friends since they were seven, but now hearing the age five being thrown in, made him question who was telling the truth. Nora avoided his question on Faye's insight of SOA and was quick to duck out, now demanding the crow eaters to finish their jobs. He couldn't seem to understand it for himself, a girl who was a stranger to this lifestyle knew more than the truth. He simply wanted it.
The question was, how was he going to get the from a girl who seemed defensive and scared to open up? He might've met her last night, but there was something Rhett could resist about her, he couldn't explain it. He'd met many girls on the road, slept with them, but never had he met someone like her. It only peaked his interests. Faye wasn't different, but she sure was enticing when denying him of any chance.
The semi cold beer was warm going down his throat, but he enjoyed the taste while he could, now glancing over at the girls being put to work by Nora who wanted the clubhouse spotless after last night. He caught the sight of Lacy, the crow who's nose was broken by Faye, she had her nose bandaged up and her face was slightly bruised judging from the break. She attempted to cover it with makeup, but the deep colors of purple and yellow couldn't be covered up so easily.
"Damn..." He muttered under his breath, now catching Josie and Marcus coming out from the back of the clubhouse where they snuck off to. He chuckled raising the beer to his brother as he took a seat by his side, "Good to see ya'll finally joined me."
Marcus was quick to silence his friends dirty mind and snatch a beer himself, now seeing the smirk on Josie's lips. "I was telling her about the upcoming trip to Charming, I didn't want to spring it on her once it finally comes up." He cracked the beer cap off as his girl took a seat in his lap. "She's already known about the Nazi pricks who've been testing the waters on a war there."
"Kinda hard not to overhear my dad on the phone when we're at dinner." Josie snickered, snatching the peanuts which were up for grabs on the bar. "I'm just glad it's two weeks away and not closer, ya'll just got home. No need to leave again." She felt Marcus's arms tighten around her waist causing a small smile to form as she cracked up the peanuts. "You two nervous about it though?"
"We'd be going to the mother charter, plus we were there a week ago." Rhett explained to Josie, hoping to reassure any fears she had revolving around Marcus and his safety. "Happy's there now and it will be good timing, my brother's wanting to transfer and he just might be headed to Charming."
"No shit!" Marcus said with a smile now placing his beer down and finding a slight excitement at the idea, "Your brother wanting to leave Tacoma to head to Charming, think he'll get patched through?"
"If he had it his way he'd already be in Charming..." Rhett thought back to the phone call he had with his older brother a few nights back, he could tell he was wanting him to attempted to transfer over to, but he didn't know if he was ready for that. "He asked me to talk to your Dad about it, seeing about not wanting to be NOMAD anymore."
Marcus was taken aback by his brothers mention of speaking to his father, Raine Quinn, who was in charge of the NOMADS. He knew that Rhett had been thinking about transferring to Tacoma, but now hearing about Charming made him wonder if he was actually planning on going through with it. He felt Josie's eyes on him, knowing he would've been saddened to see his brother leave, but also knowing if his older brother was closer, he had a right to be with family. "My dad would put in a good word for you, Rhett. You know that..."
"It would have to go through and get passed by the president there in Charming, not only that but the VP, Jax Teller."
Josie sat listening to the two discuss the mention of Rhett patching over, but the second she saw Faye make her way inside the clubhouse and overhearing the mention of Charming and her father and brother, she needed to cover it up. She saw the look in her eyes at the mention of her family, but she couldn't say anything, not when she didn't want that entitlement.
"Faye, there you are."
Faye was making her way inside after ending the call with her mother, which happened to have gone better than she expected, she couldn't help but smile at the stories her mother was telling her about Abel. She missed her nephew and it was one of the reasons she wanted to head back, but for now she stayed.
Though, the minute she stepped into the clubhouse and heard the mention of Charming and the president and VP, she found herself staring at Marcus and Rhett as they finished up their discussion. She caught Josie's gaze and immediately felt her heart skip a beat, but the two men looked back at her and quickly raised an eyebrow at Josie.
"Yeah... your moms phone, I was just borrowing it." Faye whispered under her breath, barely being heard by the three of them as she kept the burner in hand. "Um, so, who's this Jax Teller guy you speak of?"
Marcus didn't expect Faye to ask anything about the club, seeing as she wasn't raised in it, but the curiosity seemed to rise once asking about the VP from the mother charter. He wrapped an arm around Josie's waist and leaned back against the bar, looking over at her friend who was eyeing both him and Rhett. "He's the Vice President at the charter in Charming, ever heard of the town?"
"Charming? No, sounds like a nice little town." Faye heard Josie chuckle, "What about that President? What's his name?" She noticed the questionable look in Josie's eyes as she glanced away from her friend, knowing she was taking a little farther than usual.
Rhett watched the look in Josie's eyes widen in shock at Faye's questions; he himself was wondering why she would've been asking these questions, but he didn't think Faye would've mattered that much about it. "Clay Morrow," He replied watching as Faye smirked to herself now pushing off the bar.
"Ahh, he sounds like a douche..." She left them with that now making her way over to Nora to hand over her cell phone, but leaving Marcus and Rhett questioning her.
A joint was resting on the ash tray as a mug of coffee that was half full was resting by its side, one puff and Gemma found herself at ease with the altercation she had with her husband. She was seated at the kitchen table, taking a sip of coffee every few minutes and not long she was going on her second refill before she took another hit of the joint. The weed calming her down after her emotions were set at a high, figuratively speaking that is. Gemma was clam at this point, and after speaking to Faye, she'd found the right mindset.
The bitter coffee turned cold soon enough, leaving Gemma cringing with each sip of cold coffee and not long enough she pushed the mug away. She could hear Clay moving around upstairs, which left her knowing that he was staying there. It was nice to have spoken to her daughter, who seemed happy with her time in Fresno. She just hated that she couldn't be happy at home in Charming.
His heavy footsteps were heard as he walked into the dinning room, catching Gemma's attention as she raised her head up and looked to see her husband standing at the end of the table. She now held up the burner and slowly slid it over to his side of the table, catching him by surprise as he questioned her actions, but she was quick to answer before he questioned her.
"If you wanna talk to Faye, call up the last number..." She explained before watching his eyes shift back and forth between her and the cell. "She got into a bar fight last night, Clay." She watched the concern strike him, but she was quick to put a stop to his worries. "A sweetbutt made a smart comment about her friend, she broke the girls nose by driving her face into the bar."
He felt the worry of his daughters well being rise once hearing she'd gotten into a bar fight, wanting to know answers as to why or how it could've happened. He went to snatch the cell phone from the table, but the second Gemma revealed why he stopped. He didn't want to believe that his child could've hurt anyone, even a crow eater. Clay slumped into the seat at the end of the table, now feeling his shoulders slump once he relaxed into the chair. He didn't want to believe it, not when it was his little girl.
Gemma could see what the disturbing news had done to her husband, watching him crumble into the seat at the table letting the news sink in before he could speak. Yet, Gemma felt the right to speak up as he was in disbelief.
"We caused that anger in her... me allowing those fucking rules to happen caused this." Gemma snatched the joint from the ashtray and raised it to her lips, now taking a hit at the thought of the Cherry drama. "I should've told that letting you out on the road fucking other woman, broke me... but I didn't. What could I do when you didn't seem to care?"
Her tone seemed calming as she spoke, which shook Clay to his sore knowing his wife wasn't angry or mad... she was devastated by his choice. He couldn't meet her stare, not when the shame was too much for him to take on. He could smell the heavy stench of marijuana in the air as she took a hit. Besides the drug he didn't know how Gemma was calm in that second, not when discussing the topic of his infidelity.
"She was right... if I screwed another man while you were away, you would easily kill him for even looking at me." She now shifted her eyes back to her husband who kept his gaze far from hers, "While you were out, screwing cheerleaders to prove a point, I can't count on the times when I had the option to sleep around behind your back, but I never did it. You wanna know how many times it could've happened?"
Clay's hands curled up into a fist the second he heard that Gemma had the option to sleep with another man; he didn't want to believe that his brothers could've come onto his old lady, but now hearing it from her, he believed it. He kept silent, not wanting to comment on the truth that he was choosing to ignore, just as Gemma had all these years.
"I guess not..." Gemma placed the joint back into the ash tray and laughed under her breath, seeing the jealously streak rising in her husband. "Faye didn't ever see a man come onto me, only you... her father. Her growing up with SAMCRO, I knew it would eventually come to bite me in the ass... she was just a little girl. Jax, he was a boy, he wanted to be his father and once he got that kutte... he did it. But Faye... all she had to look up to was me, the woman who had control over the clubhouse and controlled the woman who sleep around with the men she's known since birth. It's not that much of a surprise that she fucked up a crow eaters nose, she got it from me. It's all she's ever known..."
Gemma was revealing a truth not only to herself, but to Clay who hadn't thought of his daughters life in a way that she had. However, now having his wife expose the reality of the situation was sickening once they realized Faye growing up in this world could end up being worse than better in the end. He still saw Faye as the young little girl who he carried on his shoulders until she was ten; against his judgement, he held onto his parental control and used it to his advantage, but it hadn't done anything but devastate the relationships between the family.
"Gemma... don't-"
"What? Don't tell the truth about the shit that happens when this world isn't what we want it to be?" Gemma cut him off before he could ask her to stop, continuing on with her ranting. "I'm sick of putting this shit under the rug, if I don't admit to it... our daughter is never gonna come back to Charming at this rate. Her home, her family is here... she ran away from us."
"Charming is her home... she's gonna come back." Clay was quick to say, not wanting to believe his daughter would've abandoned her family. "SAMCRO, it's her family. She is apart of SAMCRO."
"... Then how are we gonna get her back? Drag her by her hair, kicking and screaming?" Gemma felt her stomach grumble as the affects of the weed was taking the toll on the old lady. "She's not five anymore, she's about to be nineteen. When I was nineteen, I was far from my family and had a son and one on the way, she learned from me. She's used a skill of mine, running away. If you want her back... you better learn how to let go, baby. Because if you don't. She's as good as gone."
A/N: Well... I really hope you liked this, because it was a fun chapter. Please, please, leave a review. Would love to hear feedback. Thank you so much. I love you all, please tell me your honest truth.
