Note: Here is Jax's point of view. The next chapter is already written. I am tweaking it a bit but it will be on the longer side.

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Chapter 21

Thursday, July 3rd, 1997 4:30pm

Jax anxiously looked around and sighed in relief.

"Finally...what took you so long?" he whispered.

Belize rolled his eyes. "Impatient much?" Belize moved closer to Jax and held his hand.

"Here is what you asked for, angel," whispered Belize. "Use it wisely." Belize cleared his throat.

"Everything is set for tonight. The guard watching the ward is a friend. He will make sure the coast is clear. A COPD patient is going to be transfered here in a bit and is going to be in the bed next to you. His name is old geezer is going to help you out."

"Thanks Belize. For everything. I would be dead if it weren't for you."

"Probably, angel. Just don't forget the poor folk once you are out of here, tomorrow," teased Belize. Jax's savior paused for a minute before continuing.

"Sorry, I couldn't save, Opie," lamented Belize.

Jax shook his head. "Don't blame yourself for that. It was Stahl and her determination to bring the Real IRA down. You did more than enough for me. I won't ever forget that." Jax paused.

"What's going to happen to you, once I am gone."

"Well, angel, I got a one way ticket to New York City. I miss my city. Nevada cannot handle all my hotness. Plus, I am here grabbing my last belongings. The warden wasn't too happy with my renunciation but I can't remain here with what went down with your friend. Can't deal with that level of brutality anymore."

"You ever in California, look me up. I'll show you around Charming."

Belize shook his head, "Nah, angel. I am done with the West Coast and sunny weather. I miss my four seasons."

Belize gave him a kind smile. "Can I offer you some last minute advise, angel?"

Jax slowly sat up. "What's up?"

Belize gave him a pointed look. "You do what you need to do to end the torment within you. I know you feel like you have to avenge Opie and by all rights do so, if you truly believe it will ease your soul but this is the truth- Opie's death will follow you, for the rest of your life. That hallowness you feel, will never go away, angel, but you got to learn how to move on from it. Don't let the feelings of revenge blur what could potentially be out there for you. Let his death serve you as a reminder of how short life truly is. There will be beauty and gloom but hold on to the beautiful parts of it."

Belize sighed. "I know you love your club and your mother, but get out before its too late. Get out before all the lies and death swallows you whole. You are young and able. In 5 more weeks, your ribs will be as good as new. Heal yourself further by getting out of the toxicity of your hometown, angel. Get out and never turn back."

Jax gave him a small smile. "Easier said than done, Belize."

Belize stroked his hair. "Maybe but how will you ever know if you don't try."

Belize leaned down and gave Jax a small kiss on the cheek. "Go get your girl, Jackson. Get her before you lose her forever," whispered Belize before standing up straight. Smoothing over his scrub, Belize winked at Jax and walked out of the ward, his purse swinging from one of his hands.

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Thursday, July 3rd, 1997, 8:47pm

"You ok with this?" asked Jax to the man laying in the bed next to him.

Scotty weezed. "Going to die in two months anyways," he rasped out. "Don't matter to me. The COPD worked faster than the lethal injection."

Jax nodded. "Thanks, man."

Jax heard the buzzer go off. "Here goes nothing, Scotty."

He breathed deeply as he heard the heels clacking in the linoleum floor. He tried to control his deep hatred for the woman that was nearing his bed.

He glared as she got closer to him.

"Jackson! Good to see you in better health than the last time I saw you. Sorry about your loss," she smirked.

Jax clutched the small bottle Belize gave him.

"I heard you wanted to talk to me, Jackson. Wanted to leave me a small present before you leave this shithole?"

"Yea," he smiled.

He saw Scotty move silently behind Stahl. Rising his small oxygen tank, Scotty hit Stahl with enough force to make her fall on the floor.

"What the fuck," Stahl screamed.

Jax carefully got off the bed and started unscrewing the small bottle Belize had given him.

"GUARD!" screamed Stahl. "GUARD!"

"You think you are the only one with connections?" sneered Jax. "I told you, you would pay for the beatings. You having Opie killed was the biggest mistake you made. This is just a small dosage of what's to come, you venomous bitch."

Jax crouched down as low as he could given his cracked ribs. He pressed his knee on her adnomen to stop her from moving around too much.

"Please don't," begged Stahl. "Jackson, please, I could offer you ammunity. Witness Protection. Please don't kill me."

"Nah, pretty girl, I am not going to kill you. Not yet, at least. This is the biker showing you some mercy."

Slowly he poured the contents of the bottle in the left side of her face.

He took a deep pleasure in hearing her screams of pain.

"Now, everytime you walk down the street, people will know what a fucking monster you are. Ain't no one going to want to be near a face that was burnt off by hydrochloric acid. Let's see how much use you are going to be for the ATF now, pretty girl," snarled Jax.

He gave the bottle to Scotty once it was empty and he saw when Scotty wiped it with his prison garb, getting rid of any fingerprints.

Standing slowly, Jax made his way to his bed and laid down.

With remarkable ease, he closed his eyes and tuned out Stahl's relentless screaming.

When the guards came in, Jax looked like he was in a deep slumber.

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Friday, July 4th, 1997, mid-morning.

Jax slowly made his way out of the prison. He shield his eyes with his hand, trying to block out the brightness.

He blinked his eyes a couple of times until they became accustomed to the sunlight.

He noted the black sports car waiting, the engine running idle. Making its way to it, Jax winced in pain with each step.

The driver's door flew open and running came his mother.

"Jax!" she yelled as she ran in her 5 inch heel.

He held up one hand causing her to stop mid-run.

He slowly made his way to her.

"Oh, Jax!" she went to wrap her arms around his neck, tears streaming down his face.

"Don't," he whispered. "Just don't."

"Jax, what's wrong, baby?"

Jax scoffed. "You seriously have to ask, Gemma? I have spent over a month in this hellhole. I watched my best friend get butchered in front of me. I was tortured, almost rape. All for what?"

Jax shook his head, "did Tara leave?"

Gemma wiped the tears streaming down her face. "Of course she left. I knew she would never hack it as an Old Lady." Gemma clutched at his shirt. "What you need is to focus on the club. Come back stronger than ever. Make John proud. Cement that legacy."

Jax nodded. "Yea, I am coming back to Charming...to the club. I got to take care of somethings."

Jax removed his mother's hands from his old shirt. "But it won't be like before, Gemma. That I could promise you."

Jax side stepped his mother and started walking.

"Where you going?" yelled Gemma.

"I'll find my own way to Charming."

"Jackson!"

Jax continued walking slowly in the Nevada sun, ignoring his mother's pleads for return.