Crash Into Me

Chapter 7-Ignore

Brea stepped out of the shower, wrapped herself in a towel and heard her phone ringing. Almost falling on the wet bathroom floor, she ran to get it to see if it was Jax. She smiled from ear to ear when she saw his name pop up on her phone.

"Hey" she said a little too excitedly in the phone.

"Hey gorgeous! What are you doing?" Jax asked as he sat at the chapel table. They just finish having a meeting and Jax had to call Brea to tell her he would not be able to make it tonight. He hated to disappoint her. He really wanted to see her tonight but the club had urgent business to take care of in Arizona.

Brea did not want to make Jax feel bad and tried to hide the sound of disappointment she felt in her voice.

"I promise I will make it up to you."

"I will hold you to that." She teased.

"Please do beautiful." Jax looked up and saw Tig enter the chapel.

"I have to go. I will call you later..ok?"

"Ok. Be safe Jax."

"I will." Jax hung up the phone and got up to head out to help their brothers SAMTAZ in Tucson, Arizona.

It took about four days to take care of the business with Armando and SAMTAZ. Every quiet moment Jax was able to find he took the time to call Brea. A few times he could not reach her as she was at work but he was usually able to get her in the evening. As always when Jax was talking to her or even thinking of her he felt as if he was a different person. The hate, anger, and grief he felt almost every day dissolved when he talked to Brea. He wished he could be around her every day. He wished he could introduce her to his mom and club members but he knew how they would react. So for now he would have to hide the one part of his life besides when he was with Abel that made him feel at peace.

Brea felt like crying as she pulled over the side of the road and watch her car over heat. This was happening to her now! She bang her hands against her steering wheel in frustration. Fuck her life and this fuckin raggedy as car! Almost in tears she dialed 411 to get the number to Teller-Morrow garage. She hoped Jax was at the garage so she could see him. It has been a long few days in not seeing his face. After about twenty minutes of waiting the Teller-Morrow tow truck pulled up. Pulling Mya and her booster seat out the back seat of her car, she was met by a thin man with the name George on his work shirt.

"Thank you so much." She said and told him what she thought was wrong with her car. Rat Boy told her he would take her to Teller-Morrow and they would take care of her.

Brea started to get a little excited about seeing Jax as they pulled up to Teller Morrow. She and Mya had missed him terribly while he was away on club business. Jax did make a point to call her everyday but it was not the same as seeing him. Rat Boy opened the door to the tow truck to help Brea and Mya out. Brea looked over to a group of guys standing by a couple of picnic tables. Jax was easy to single out among his club members. His golden hair glisten in the sun as he stood talking to one of his club members casually smoking a cigarette. Mya got excited when she recognized Jax and yelled his name as they walked over to him. Brea saw Jax look up in their direction and his face contorted in fear. Brea stopped short when she saw the look on his face, her heart started to hammer into her chest as she realized Jax was shocked to see them. Mya started to pull on Brea's arm wondering why she had stopped walking. Mya wanted to see Jax but Brea just stood there in the middle of the parking lot. Brea and Jax held each other's gaze for a moment until Jax looked away. Mya pulled away from Brea and ran up to Jax.

Jax did not expect to see Brea and Mya and it caught him off guard. He did not know how he would explain to the club how he knew them. Only Chibs knew how he had met them.

In the short time he has known Brea he had develop feelings for her but he knew if the club had any idea how he felt about her all hell would break lose. Now here they both were and sweet little Mya was running up to him and he did not know what to do. Brea broke out of her frozen stance and ran after Mya just before she reached Jax.

"Auntie! I want to see Jax!" Mya yelled. It seemed like everyone outside had stopped what they were doing and looked over at little Mya when she yelled Jax name. Brea quickly looked around as she grabbed Mya's hand and could see the look of confusion on some faces. She was closer to Jax and could really see how terrified he was. It was obvious to Brea that he did tell a soul about her and he did not want them around.

"Not right now Mya. He is busy." Brea told Mya as she pulled her away from Jax. Brea felt as if she was going to lose her lunch as she walked back to the tow truck. Rat Boy walked up to her with a clip board to give her an estimate of what it would cost to fix her busted radiator pipe. As she listen to him go over the charges she tried to hold back her tears. She saw Jax and some of the guys disappear into a building. He did not even look back at her. Brea felt numb as she pulled out her cell to call a taxi after she told Rat Boy it was fine to go ahead and fix her car. Where else could she have taken her car? She was stuck.

"Do you need a ride sweetheart?" a voice interrupted her out of her thoughts. Brea looked over and found a white woman who looked like she was in her early fifties but was dressed as if she was in her twenties walking towards them. She exuded confidence and a no bull shit personality and Brea knew just by looking at her she would never want to get on this woman's bad side.

"Excuse me?" Brea asked not really hearing what the woman had said to her.

"Do you need a ride home?" Gemma asked again looking down at Mya with a big smile on her face.

Brea held up her phone, "No thank you I am going to call a taxi."

"Don't waste money on a taxi…I can take you home." Gemma studied the tall black woman standing in front of her with a look of hurt across her face. After the seeing the little girl run to Jax and seeing the look on Jax's face Gemma knew this woman was not just any customer. Gemma took a deep breath and smelled the familiar Chanel number 5 scent and knew instantly she must be the woman Jax was seeing. No wonder he was keeping her hidden. He did not want the club to know he was seeing a black woman. Gemma eyed Brea up and down as she took in the woman who her son was taking a serious risk in seeing. She was a beautiful woman, she could lose a few pounds but she could see why he would be attracted to her.

"I can't let you do that sweetheart. These taxi cabs would rip you off. I'm Gemma Teller." Gemma extended her hand to Brea. Brea eyes grew wide as she realized that this woman was Jax's mom. Brea could tell by Gemma's expression that she knew there was more to Brea than meets the eye. Brea took her hand and firmly shook it.

"Nice to meet you Gemma. My name is Breanna and this is Mya."

Gemma stooped down and shook Mya's little hand.

"Are you not the most beautiful little girl. How old are you sweetheart?"

Mya beamed, "I'm five!" she shouted enthusiastically.

"You are such a big girl! Are you in kindergarten? "

Mya shook her head no.

"She will be this coming fall." Brea told Gemma. Gemma stood up and told Brea to follow her to her car. Brea had a feeling she better not say no so she and Mya followed Jax's mom to her car.

After putting Mya in her booster seat and making sure Mya was in securely, Gemma drove them home.

"Are you new to Charming?" Gemma asked Brea.

"No ma'am I grew up here."

"Don't call me ma'am sweetheart. I'm not that old."

Brea smiled at Gemma.

"Auntie when can I see Jax?"

Brea cringed as she hoped and prayed Jax's name would not come up during this car ride and of course her little niece would be the one to bring it up.

"Not today sweet pea." Brea looked back at Mya and smiled a reassuring smile at her niece.

"How do you know Jax?" Gemma asked as nonchalantly as she could muster.

There was no point in lying so Brea told Gemma about the day of the crash. She did not tell Gemma that she had seen Jax a couple of times after that day. Gemma lit a cigarette and knew that Brea was leaving a whole lot out of the story. She decided not to press her as she looked like she was on the verge of tears. She knew Jax's reaction to her and her niece's presence was not what she had expected. Gemma felt sorry for her as she was naïve. What did she expect? Did she not know who Jax was and what he was a part of? At a stoplight Gemma took the opportunity to look over at Brea again. Brea had her head down and was picking at her nails. She was a beauty and she also looked vaguely familiar. Following the GPS and Brea's directions they pulled up at Brea's apartment. Gemma looked around the neighborhood and Brea's small apartment and wondered how the hell Jax ended up on this side of town.

As Brea got out the car and started to unbuckle Mya she looked up and saw her mom getting out of her car through Gemma's windshield. Her mom must have just pull up. Brea thought she heard Gemma gasp a little but Brea was not sure.

"Is that your mom?"

"Yes." Brea answered as she pulled Mya out of her booster seat. As Sherry walked up to Gemma's car she recognized her and stopped dead in her tracks. Gemma got out of her car.

"Oh my God! Sherry is that you?" Gemma walked up and hugged Brea's mother. Sherry gave Gemma a stiff hug back. Brea looked on in disbelief. Jax's mom knew her mother?

Brea walked up to both ladies, "Mom you two know each other?

"Breanna your mom use to be my Avon lady years ago…way before you was born."

Brea could not believe what a small world it was. Of course them knowing each other did not change the fact that she was never going to speak or see Jax again.

Brea studied her mom's face and could tell she was shocked and agitated in seeing Gemma. There was more history between them then lipstick and perfume, Brea thought to herself. Brea was very curious about her mom and Gemma's history but she was still very upset about the way Jax acted earlier at the garage. Brea needed to be alone to process what had happen and she needed a big glass of wine to drown her anger and sorrow. Putting her feelings aside for a moment she invited the two women inside. The ladies made themselves at home in her small living room as they caught up with each other. Brea fixed them both a glass of wine, handed it to them, fixed Mya something to eat while she eased drop on their conversation. Both women kept the conversation casual but Brea sensed there was an underling in the conversation. Whenever Brea looked at the two women she noticed her mom's body language was full of sadness and hurt. What had happen between the two so many years ago? Gemma finished her glass of wine and got up and gave Sherry a hug goodbye. Gemma thanked Brea for the hospitality and told her someone would call her when her car was ready. Brea opened the door for Gemma and was shocked when the woman leaned over and gave her a hug. Gemma touched Brea's cheek, "It was so nice meeting you sweetheart. You tell little Mya I said goodbye." She told her before walking out the door. Brea and Sherry watched as she drove off. As soon as her car was out of view Brea asked her mom what was the real story between the two.