Chapter 14

Waking up screaming covered in sweat is one of the most horrible way's to wake up and you can quote me on that someday, but I'm guessing the cause of my recent restlessness is what's important here.

For the last few night's I've been having vivid dream's of which most people would call nightmares, sadly for me they're memories. Full of bullets, blood, explosions and a shit load gore, very graphic.

Nothing anyone wants to remember I assure you; most people drink to forget things like that.

Sighing to myself I threw my self back down on the mattress, I was getting tired of this shit and if Tara was here most night's I'm sure she would be as well, thankfully though she'd been spending a lot of time with Jax which meant she was sleeping at the clubhouse or over at his place, hell I don't think I'd seen her the past two day's.

"Come on Roxanne, get your ass out of bed and in that shower" I spoke out loud to myself as if it would motivate me to move, but I don't think the rest of my body was listening. Turning my head to left slightly I looked over to the alarm clock to check what time it was, I wasn't in work at all today so that left me with a nice relaxing day to myself. No need to refrain from punching a certain person who'd almost finished his trial run, no clients, no real need to do anything. Except shower. Maybe.

08:10am.

Groaning loudly, I slipped out of bed and headed to the kitchen to put the coffee machine on while I quickly showered my self into hygienic perfection. That was something I'd missed while I was in the Marines, a nice hot shower. But enough on that... I thought to myself trying to shake the memories once again.

Once I was dressed in my usual ripped jeans and t-shirt, I decided I'd enjoy the early morning sun by sitting on the bonnet of my car with a cup of coffee in hand. It was mostly quiet, just a few people milling about trying to get kids to school or to get to work, plenty stared at me as they walked by but I just smiled and waved them by. No point in being rude, although the look on some of their faces when they saw me smiling and waving was priceless. I don't think I was much liked in this neighborhood, not after my teens anyway.

Peaceful mornings though, don't seem to last in Charming. My phone started ringing and I don't even think it was half 9 yet.

Answering without looking at the caller ID I held it to my ear.

"I don't care who this is but it better be important enough to ruin my morning"

"Sorry Rox, I just wanted to know if you were doing anything today?" a female voice spoke through the phone.

"Oh my! Is this Tara? We haven't spoken in what feel like years, we should catch up some time" I replied, my voice dripping with sarcasm.

"Ha Ha Rox, I just got caught up with Jax is all, anyway I was wondering if you could do me a favor and do the food shop for this week, if you've got time that is" Ah there it is, and here I thought I was going to get some quality time with my sister, maybe next time...right?

"You mean I have to feed myself as well? Man the treatment of war vet's has really gone down hill, but sure I can do that" I guess that was my morning in ruins, now I've got to out in public.

"Thanks Rox, I'll see you later tonight then"

I pulled the phone away from my face and stared at it for a moment, the screen was showing a call ended screen and a picture of Tara's face.

"Bye then" I said to myself.

Draining the rest of my cooled coffee I slid off my car and head back inside to search for a few essential's that would help me survive a trip to the supermarket. Who knows whom I could bump into there.

Grabbing my boots, car key's, and handbag I dashed back out making sure to lock the door behind me and unlocked my car. Pausing for a moment I looked up around the neighborhood once more before getting in a starting the engine.

It wasn't till I'd actually started walking around the supermarket that I realized I had no idea what the hell we needed. I mean I knew we were low on milk and whiskey but that was about it, and I don't think Whiskey was an essential item. Pity.

As I began my second lap of the store I tried to think of things that would be useful, like toilet roll...and some steak. Wasn't much but it was a start.

I hated shopping.

A few frozen pizza's and a bunch of apples later I found myself going through the check out with what I guess someone people would call basic things. There was butter, bread, milk, steaks, pizza, biscuits, coffee and other food items. I'd done good, well besides the whiskey bottle.

The sound of Gemma's voice coming from behind me though broke me out of my thoughts.

"I always pictured Tara as the one who'd do the food shopping," I laughed a little before turning around to respond.

"She usually does, but I guess she's been too busy bumping ugly's with your son she forgot to feed me." Oh geez, me and my big mouth. I feel like I've just poked a bear with a stick but I'm far too stupid to stop doing it.

"Don't even get me started, I've had about as much of the little tart as I can handle." Gemma ranted on as we moved one step closer to being served, she never felt the need to hide her distaste for Tara, not even in front of me. Kudos for her.

This queue goes on forever...

"So still not best buddies then? Shame because I was starting to like the quiet mornings" I mused watching my shopping gradually getting closer the cashier but there seemed to be a problem just a little way's down the line; someone didn't feel like paying 30 cents more for some toilet paper than they did last week.

Did I mention I hate shopping?

Groaning with impatience I tried to vision what I could be doing right now, like sitting in the garden trying to ignore how unsightly it actually was. Maybe I should get that sorted, or better yet pay someone else to get that sorted...now I sound like Gemma. Maybe Gemma would know a guy; she knows lots of guys.

"Do you know a decent gardener?" I asked rather abruptly, turning round to look at Gemma. I watched as a perfectly plucked eyebrow made it's way to her forehead and a confused expression settled in.

"It's just that our garden looks like shit and I'm pretty sure the weeds are alive and trying to eat me every time I leave the house, so if you know a strong able gardener please for the love of all things holy, send him my way"

"Sure thing, I'll tell my guy to give you a call sometime this week"

Nodding my thanks I turned my attention towards the cashier who was finally serving me, got to give the girl credit though. She had to put up with some horribly rude people who think she has nothing better to with her time.

There was no idle chitchat as she scanned while I bagged my shopping, which I guess made the whole thing seem to pass by quicker.

I was finished and $40 lighter within 5 minutes.

"See you around Gemma" I said before making my way out of there and getting my ass home. I think it was time for my second cup of coffee.

Shopping put away? Check.

Second cup of coffee? Check.

Absolutely nothing to do? Chec-

My phone started making that annoying buzzing noise in my pocket. I sat for a moment letting it ring contemplating letting it ring off and ignore whoever was calling, then I remembered Gemma was going to get her gardener to call me, but what if it wasn't him? Fuck.

Sliding the phone from my front pocket I flipped it open, once again not looking at caller ID, and answered.

"Unless this is Mrs. Morrow's gardener, I don't want to know what the fuck you want" a little uncalled for but I just really wanted to be left the fuck alone, I wasn't really in a people mood.

"I want to fuck you senseless" Happy's rough voice sounded through the phones speaker catching me off guard a little, but I couldn't help closing my eyes for a moment and smiling.

"Well I was hoping for some landscaping Mr. Gardener, but I guess I'm game for a tumble in the sheets" I teased feeling a smirk stretch across my face.

"Didn't know you were such an easy piece of ass Roxy," he replied laughing; I could just picture him now leaning against his Harley in a tight white shirt, leather kutte and black leather gloves. My god, when did leather gloves become so sexy?

"Happy? Oh my, it would seem you have found a side of me that I never wanted you to know!" I jested in a posh voice, pretending to be completely innocent. Innocent? Hardly.

"What you wearing sweetness?" he used that tone he knew made me think of all the dirty things that we could be doing, biting my lip I looked down and my jeans and band shirt.

"Oh you know, just a very lacy black pair of panties with a matching bra and those super high stripper heel's, my usual home alone attire" Yeah, I lied. Better than what I was actually wearing, far better. I heard his groan coming from the receiver; oooooh yeah, he pictured it.

"You are so unfortunate I'm still in Tacoma right now, or I'd be pulling those panties down with my teeth" Damn it, that was hot.

"You're good at this, I can actually feel myself getting all hot and bothered...pity you're not here to do something about that, guess I'll have to fix that myself"

"If you could hold off on that till tomorrow I'm sure I could have that all sorted out for you" pursing my lips I gave my next response a little thought.

"Hmm" I said pretending to consider his offer, "Well I guess I could try...but I'm not promising I wont do anything a little naughty" I replied smirking once again, only to notice both Tara and Jax staring at me from the kitchen doorway.

That smirk didn't leave my face however, I just carried on with what little shame I had and gave them a small wave before returning my attention to Happy. He gruffly laughed before answering.

"Yeah, I didn't think you'd be able to wait, no matter. I was just calling to let you know I was coming down to Charming tomorrow." He got back on point as I watched Tara being milling around the kitchen and Jax take a seat at the kitchen table.

"Well I've got my hopes up now so don't you go break my little girly heart, you hear me! I know a guy; he likes bald men. So don't fuck with me" I joked earning myself more of that hoarse laughter, not to mention more weird looks.

"I'll see you tomorrow Rox" Happy hung up after that not saying goodbye, I didn't mind. Goodbye's sucked.

"Who was that on the phone?" Tara asked politely as she possibly could while she pulled out two mugs from the cupboard. She was home early and she'd brought Jax with her, which seemed a little weird to me.

"Just my sex life calling, speaking of sex, if you came home early for a mid lunch boink then please give a slight nod for yes so I can get the fuck out of here before it starts...you two have scarred me enough as it is." I said in an overly cheerily voice and took plenty of enjoyment from the redness of Tara's cheeks. Can't get anything passed me.

"Shut up, and thanks for doing the food shop for me...though you don't seem to have gotten much..." She muttered the last bit more to herself than to me but I don't really care.

"Wasn't really sure what we needed, next time write a list...or do it yourself!" I stretched my arms out trying to relax the muscles in my back a little watching Tara shake her head while she continued to make coffee for herself and Jax.

"This domestic bliss is nice and all but it's making me a little nauseous so I think I will take residence in my room like the good old day's"

"Before you go Rox I wanna invite you to a little get together this Friday, my son's getting out of the toaster finally" Jax spoke up for the first time since he'd come in as I got out the chair.

"Really? Awesome, I'll make sure to be there." I replied pointing a finger at him and making my way out the kitchen and towards my bedroom where I'd try and do absolutely nothing in peace.

Damn I forgot my coffee.

Deciding against going back into the kitchen in fear of what I might witness, I settled myself on my bed with an old sketch pad I'd used when I was training to be a tattoo artist and a old bottle of whiskey I'd found under my bed. Probably shouldn't drink it but I didn't really give a fuck, I'm not leaving this room for a few hours at least. Last time I caught them shacking up wasn't pretty, I mean there was a dead guy in the room.

Flicking through old sketches made me smile though it also made me forget about the shitty dreams I was having lately. These sketches reminded me of a time when I was obsessed with 80's metal and in love with guy's with long hair...Oh, how the times have changed. There were some decent tattoo designs I'd wanted back in the day too, which brought me to thinking it was probably time I added some ink to my collection.

There was one design that really stood out to me though, it was a black and white 1950's style pin-up girl that looked a lot like Snow White...except this girl had blue eyes that stood out against the black and white shading. I remembered drawing and had saved a space on my arm for it for when I ever got home, but it had slipped my mind once I had eventually got here. I could ask Happy to do it tomorrow, or if I got impatient I could head down to the shop today and get Justin to do it.

But I think waiting for Happy sounded like a better idea; it entailed a chance of sex

I liked those odds.

I spent the next two hours hauled up in my room drinking whiskey that I was sure went off about 10 years ago and doodling in my old sketch book. I think this was the meaning of doing nothing all day, and I got to tell you, it feels amazing. One of my favorite things to do is nothing.

Eventually though the whiskey caught up with me making it harder for me to be able to draw, tossing the sketchbook on the floor I sat and stared at the wall for a moment squinting a little.

Food? Do I want food? No, well maybe a little. Sex? Yes, I very much wanted that.

Drunk thoughts clouded my mind but being stuck in my room in the afternoon didn't really leave much choice for my latter thought, so I was left to sleep it off, drink some more or get food.

I think I did all three in the end.