Crash Into Me-Chapter 8
I hope this chapter finds everyone well. We don't have much longer for the Final Ride…less than a month…
Brea looked at her mom as they both sat on the couch. Sherry let out a long sigh as she prepared herself to tell her daughter the truth that she fell in love with a Son and Brea had an older brother who was conceived from that relationship. She was very apprehensive, as she did not know how Brea would take knowing she had a brother and Sherry never told any of her children about the child she had given up. Sherry knew Brea would eventually find out if she continued her association with Gemma's son. She knew when she saw Gemma today the young man had to be her son as they favored each other and Sherry did do an internet search the very night they caught him at Brea's home.
"How do you know Gemma mom?" Brea asked watching her mother's expression.
"I can ask you the same thing Breanna."
"She is the mother of the guy you and Aunt Pam saw here the other day."
Sherry nodded, "Gemma was right…I was her Avon lady years ago. She help me get quite a few customers who would not otherwise work with a black Avon lady. She really help me get establish in this area."
"Did you know Jax?"
"No baby this was about a good ten years before you or him were born."
Sherry looked into her daughters eyes and decided she could not tell her the truth just yet. It may devastate her and by the expression on her face, she was already dealing with her own hurt.
"What's wrong sweetheart?" Sherry asked hoping to change the subject. It worked as Brea spilled to her mom how upset she was the way Jax had acted toward her and little Mya. Sherry did not want to hurt her daughter's feelings with an 'I told you so' moment so she just took her into her arms as she softly cried. Sherry knew Brea really like Gemma's son but there was no way anything could ever come out of their relationship and Sherry was living proof of that. Brea jumped a little when her cell phone ringing startled her. Brea reached over to her cell and saw it was Jax. He had the nerve to call her. What could he possibly say to her after the way he treated her and Mya. Brea ignored the call.
"Is that him calling?" her mom asked getting up from the couch. She had better get home before Brea started asking more questions.
"Yeah….that was him." Brea answered as her eyes glossed over with the memory of Jax's face.
Sherry leaned down and hugged her daughter, "This is for the best baby." She told her before planting a kiss on her forehead. Brea nodded her head in agreement. Mya ran out of her room to give her nana a hug and kiss before she walked out the door.
Brea put on a Dora Explorer DVD for Mya and went into the bathroom to be alone for a few moments. Looking at herself in the mirror, she started to cry. She could not believe she was such a fool. She wanted to hit herself at how close she came to giving herself to him the other night. Brea sat on the toilet as she let the tears flow. There was a soft knock at the door.
"Auntie?" Mya asked in a soft voice. Brea sniffed, got up, blew her nose and looked at herself in the mirror to make sure there were no traces of tears on her face,
"Yes sweetheart." She answered opening the door to Mya holding up her cell phone.
"It's Jax." She said with a big smile on her face. Brea's face contorted with disgust as she grabbed the phone and hit the end button. Mya's smile turned into a frown as she saw her auntie hang up on Jax.
"What's wrong auntie?" she asked.
"Nothing baby…. I just don't want to speak to Mr. Jax right now." She told her as her phone started to ring again. Brea put the phone on silent, put it on the counter, and started to make dinner.
Jax looked at his phone and he had a feeling she would not answer but he had to try anyway. He fucked up…he fucked up bad. He could not believe he reacted the way he did when he saw Brea and Mya. They deserved better than that. He could not even phantom how he was going to get their forgiveness. How could he tell her that he panicked when he saw them? How can he relay to her that he did not know how the club would react about his feelings for her? He knew majority of the Sons would not see it for her and him. Could he say that he was in a strange way protecting her? Or maybe he was really just protecting himself. Jax sat down at the kitchen table with Abel and started on the dinner Neeta had left him and Abel. Jax sighed as he took a bite of food. How the hell was he going to dig himself out of the deep shit he so willing buried himself in?
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"Sherry sweetheart…you can't keep the baby. What kind of life would you be giving it." Gemma softly said to Sherry as she took Sherry's hands into hers. Sherry was in near hysteria as she just found out she was pregnant and the first person she had called was Gemma.
"We can get married Gemma…the Loving versus Virginia case saw to that." Sherry looked up at Gemma with hope in her eyes.
"Sherry you do not want to marry Lenny. He is not the marrying type. That was just last year that case was overturned Sherry. People are still not going to want to see you two happy."
Sherry buried her head in her hands. What was she going to do? Even though she was of age, her parents were still going to have a cow. Being pregnant without marriage was bad enough but it was unforgivable to be pregnant by a white, outlaw motorcycle thug.
"Sherry I am telling you this for your own good. I didn't want Lenny for you. I told you that in the beginning. I know how he is going to react with you being pregnant. He will tell you to get rid of it. I don't want that for you. You need to give the baby a better life."
Sherry felt defeated, as she knew Gemma was right. What kind of life could she give her child when she could barely take care of herself?
Lenny looked at Sherry with a confused look on his face. Did he hear her right?
"What did you say baby?" he asked sitting down on her couch. With her Avon sales, Sherry was able to afford a quaint little apartment on a pretty diverse and decent side of town. It felt so good to come home to her own place every day instead of her parents and have a place to be alone with Lenny.
"I'm pregnant." She repeated. Lenny's face started to flush and Sherry started to panic as she thought he was getting angry. Lenny put her mind at ease when he gathered her into his arms. She started to cry with relief as he rubbed her cheek.
"It's going to be ok." On the inside, Lenny was having a heart attack. He knew he could not show his true emotions to Sherry because he could tell she was already scared. He would have to find a way to tell her that they could not keep the baby. He knew it would break her heart but how could he raise a child? The only thing he really cared about was getting his club The Sons on the map. He knew in his heart that he would not be a good father. He would not know how to raise a kid much less a half-black kid. It would be too much for him. He hated to have to break her heart as she was a truly exceptional woman but he had to do what had to be done. He hoped in time she would be able to forgive him.
Brea was extremely exhausted after work and she was happy to finally get home to turn on Downton Abbey and drink a glass of red wine. Since her car was in the shop, she had to rely on a taxi and she hated riding in taxicabs with a passion. She looked at her phone and noted again, how many times Jax had called. One would think that after calling seven times and her not answering throughout the day he would get the hint. She kept expecting and actually hoping he would leave a message to explain his actions but he never did. Brea was about three glasses of wine buzzed when she heard the doorbell ring. She looked at her watch and frowned, as it was pass nine o'clock at night. This had to be Jax. Brea tried to focus as she got up from the couch to answer the door. Brea cut on her porch light and opened the door to find Jax standing on her doorstep looking dejected.
"Seriously!" Brea sighed as she looked at him.
"Please don't shut the door," he said urgently. "Let me explain."
Brea crossed her arms waiting for his explanation.
"Can I come in?" he asked with hope in his eyes. Brea opened her screen door to let him in.
"Brea I am so sorry for how I acted the other day." He started as soon as she shut the door behind him.
"Are you that ashamed in seeing a black woman Jax? If you can't handle it then you really do not need to be here."
"I'm sorry…" he said again.
A slow anger started to build up in Brea as she thought of how she felt in the parking lot of the garage.
"You are a fuckin asshole Jax! You know my family was right about you! You just want one thing from me and to think I almost gave you my virg-" Brea stopped short and did not finish her sentence. She closed her eyes as she tried to calm down.
"Almost gave me what?" Jax asked as he inched his way to close the wide gapped she placed between them. He could not stand to see the anger in her eyes.
"I panicked Brea and I reacted wrong. I can handle being with you….I just don't know how my club members would react." He told her taking her hand. Brea quickly pulled her hand away and stepped back.
"I think you need to leave." She said with very little conviction. She was so angry at him but yet as she looked at him she felt her wall slowly crumbling down.
"Listen to me Brea…I can't bear the thought of you angry with me…please don't be mad at me." He pleaded.
"We can't see each other anymore," She told him with a little more conviction in her voice this time. "If you don't know how your racist club members are going to react to me then we don't need to see one another. I can't be worried about exposing Mya to that kind of behavior."
"I'm going to talk with them Brea…don't do this."
Brea shook her head.
"No you won't Jax. You have too much to lose. We barely know each other anyway so we can end it without any feelings attach." Brea knew she was lying about the feelings. She already fell for him hard and not seeing him again was going to devastate her.
How could she be with a man who could not even acknowledge her existence to his family and friends? Brea held steadfast and asked Jax to leave again. She could not be around him a moment longer. She had a feeling she would give in if he stayed in her presence.
"Don't give up on me Brea. I just ask that you give me a chance to make it right." Jax pleaded. Brea looked away from his gorgeous blue eyes. She could not give in. Jax kissed her forehead and Brea flinched. She was trying with all her might not to melt into his arms. Jax walked to the door and looked at Brea one more time.
"I'm going to make this right Brea. You just wait and see."
Brea sighed with relief when he left. She was so proud of herself for not giving in. When she heard his bike start up and leave, she let the tears flow.
Zion watched as Jax left Brea's place. He could not believe that bitch continued to see that cracker. How could she ignore him all these years to fall for a white boy on a bike. It was total bullshit. Zion took another swig of the bottle of liquor he brought and slowly drove passed Brea's apartment. He saw her standing in the kitchen window wiping tears from her eyes. He hoped the white boy broke her heart. He smiled to himself as he picked up speed. When he was done with her, she will be crying a whole lot more tears.
Brea eyes flew open as she heard the shrieking sound of her fire alarm going off. Oh my God! Her room was filled with smoke. Mya! Brea grabbed her cell, ran out her room to Mya's and found her niece sitting up in the bed coughing and crying for her. She quickly picked Mya up and headed for the front door. Brea stopped short as she saw her living room window curtains and couch engulfed in flames. Brea headed for the door. Holding Mya tight, she saw her purse sitting by the door, she quickly grabbed it and flew out the front door. She was met by her neighbors who were standing outside with a look of terror on their faces.
"Thank God!" Mrs. Taylor screamed when she saw Brea and Mya exit the burning apartment. Mrs. Taylor grabbed Mya out of Brea's arms. As Brea looked at her home burn, her knees began to weaken and she fell to the ground and started to cry. Through her cries, Brea heard the sound of the siren of an approaching fire truck.