Bianca stood awkwardly brushing her teeth in the mirror of her hospital room bathroom when she heard a knock on the door. Obviously, it wasn't Gemma returning because the woman would have just walked right in. She'd come a little earlier, bringing her daughter a change of clothes. Jackson had left as soon as their mother had come and Bianca had thanked him for staying even though he'd pretty much been forced to. "Who is it?" Bianca called, learning her lesson about telling people the door was open.
"It's just me," Tara said, opening the door. "I brought your crutches." Bianca rinsed her mouth quickly and came out of the bathroom.
"Do I really have to use those things?"
"If you want the sutures to heal properly and quickly, yes. The less contact the wound has with the ground, the better. Besides, now you have a weapon." Tara smiled. Bianca smirked.
"Right."
"Gemma's on her way back. You're free to go whenever you'd like."
"Thanks for everything."
"You're welcome. I look forward to not seeing you back in here?"
"I'll try my best."
"I hope you will." As if she heard her name, Gemma came back in, looking between the two women and finally settling on Bianca's crutches.
"Jesus. Crutches, really?"
"I'm afraid so. You've got a temporarily disabled kid to look after. Congratulations." Bianca said.
"Just don't hobble into a wall or anything. That'd be weird." Bianca laughed, and they set off out of the hospital.
"Where am I staying? Did you all decide were the best place for me to hide out is?" Bianca asked, flipping through the stations on Gemma's car radio. Once she focused on a radio station, she rummaged in her purse for her phone, which was dead, but someone had thrown the charger in for her.
"The clubhouse, since there is always a Son there. Deacon and Juice usually stay in one of the apartments to tend to overnight work."
"Okay."
"Use a rubber, alright? I'm not ready for little half-bred Puerto Rican grandchildren." Bianca turned her head at lightening speed.
"What?" Gemma laughed.
"I'm kidding."
"Oh."
"I'm not though. You don't know where that boy's been."
"You don't have anything to worry about. Jeez." Bianca shook her head and turned to look out the window until they arrived to Teller-Morrow.
Most of the Sons were sitting outside and there to greet them when they pulled in. Piney and Deacon were out on Repo work. Tig got Bianca's bag out of Gemma's trunk while Jackson helped Bianca up out of the car and grabbed her crutches for her.
"Jesus," Bobby said, looking at her.
"It's better than it looks, really," she assured him.
"Yeah?"
"Yep. Promise."
"Come on, I'll show you to one of the apartments," Jackson said, taking her bag from Tig. She followed him inside the clubhouse. Gemma stayed behind and lingered beside Clay.
"How is she doin'?" Clay asked.
"Okay as far as I can tell."
"Her phone?"
"Code protected."
"Couldn't give it to her man to crack it?" Clay said with a mocking tone.
"Her man?" Tig asked. Clay and Gemma laughed.
"Don't ask."
"Alright."
"I could have, but he might have told her. Pussy does weird things to men." Clay sighed and kissed his wife.
"Tell me about it."
"You doin' okay?" Jackson asked, glancing back at Bianca.
"All good, bro." She moved past Juice sitting at the bar with his back to her. He had earphones in his ears and sat at an open computer. She paused to nudge him and look over his shoulder. He pulled an earphone out as she spoke. "You're not watchin' fetish porn on that thing, are you?" He turned then, not expecting his interrupter to be her.
"Oh, God," he half breathed, looking at her slightly bruised face.
"No, Bianca. Remember?" He gently held the sides of her face in his hands.
"Ew. You're not gonna make out now, are you?" Jackson asked. "That's my sister, dude."
"And my daughter," Clay said in a throaty voice, making his sudden presence known. Juice dropped his hands immediately and looked back and forth at the men as he struggled with his words. The Teller-Morrow clan could only laugh at his awkwardness.
"Jesus, look at what you did to him," Gemma said, setting her purse on the counter. "Need a change of pants, Juice?"
"No, thank you. I'm fine." Bianca shook her head and moved with Jackson. "I'm glad you're okay, Bianca."
"Thanks, Juice." He turned back toward the computer, no doubt to hide his embarrassment.
Jackson pushed open the door to a cleaned up dorm room and Bianca looked around as she stepped in. He put her bag on the bed and turned to look at her. "How many rooms are there in this place?"
"Eh, about six. A few of us stay from time to time. It's usually Deacon and Juice though. They work at night most of the time." Bianca nodded. "I'll let you get settled. You're probably sick of looking at me."
"Yeah, I am, actually." Jax smiled.
"Smart ass." Bianca shrugged with a smirk on her face and watched him leave the room. She moved to the bed and sat down. She went through with the task of plugging in the charger to her phone and hooking it up before she laid back on the bed to prop up her feet. The top blanket was scratchy, but it was a little warm in the room even with the air running. She probably wouldn't even need the blanket. Several beeps went off on the phone and she sighed, picking it up and flipping the charger cord over her hand.
'Bee, im sry'
'r u ok'
'answer me'
'pls'
'rn'
'i swear i'll fuckin come back over there'
She deleted each text message from the number she didn't keep stored in her phone, but she knew by heart. It appeared that Esai had gotten her new number somehow and that she'd need to change it again. He was good at that kind of thing – kind of the way Juice was good with technology and Deacon was good with finding people. It was the killing part he wasn't good with. It wasn't even him that had killed her foster dad. He'd simply orchestrated it.
Bianca pressed the code for her voicemail to listen to the one and only voicemail she had already knowing that it was also from Esai. When he said he wasn't stalking her, he really didn't understand how possessive and obsessive he could be.
"I just want to know that you're okay, mami. I didn't mean to hurt you. I just love you so much. You belong here with me. Please call me back. Let me know you're okay."
The message was deleted and she closed the phone before setting it back on the table beside the bed. She let out a loud breath and stared at the ceiling. What the hell was she going to do about this?
