Crash Into Me
Chapter 12-Wal-Mart
1969
"Push Sherry!" Gemma encouraged Sherry. Sherry was in near tears from the pain of childbirth ripping through her body. As Sherry bore down to push the baby out she wondered why she let Gemma talk her into having the baby at her and John's house. Sherry felt she should have been having the baby at a hospital. Gemma told her it was for the best that there was not an official record on file of the baby's birth. Gemma had taken care of everything for the baby's birth even down to having and ob/gyn doctor at her house assisting Sherry with birth. Sherry did not know how Gemma was able to swing that but anything was possible when it came to The Sons. Sherry bore down again and finally felt her baby enter the world.
"It's a boy" the doctor announced. Sherry was overcome with joy as the doctor put the crying baby on her chest. Gemma cut the cord and smiled down at the baby and Sherry.
"He is so beautiful Sherry. In a few minutes Dr. Wilmoth will have to take the baby."
Sherry's joy was short lived as she started to cry for her son. Why could Lenny not have been a man and stepped up to his responsibilities. He should have married her and they would have been a family. Even though many of the club members had a problem with her race in the beginning they all became use to Sherry being around and treated her fairly. They were not perfect towards her it was more they tolerated her. Sherry looked down at her and Lenny's son. Lenny was not in town and he would never would lay eyes on his first son. Sherry knew as she was giving birth to Lenny's first-born he was most likely out fucking some random woman. He earned his nickname "The Pimp". Sherry had thought she could change him but she could not.
Dr. Wilmoth took the baby from Sherry's arms and smiled down at the baby.
"He is so pale. I will have no problem placing him with a family. I already have several interested." Dr. Wilmoth told Gemma.
"Please make sure they are good people." Sherry said between sobs.
"They will be Sherry….I promise."Dr. Wilmoth told her as he wiped the baby down to put a onesie on him and wrap him in a warm blanket. Gemma looked down at the baby boy in Dr. Wilmoth's arms and gasped when the baby opened his eyes and looked at Gemma.
"My God….look at his eyes they are green."
Sherry closed her eyes and sunk deeper into the bed.
"Please take him before I change my mind." Sherry whispered barely catching her breath from her crying.
"Sherry you know this is for the best," Gemma told her as she walked over and took her hand. "You know that child will have a better life than you could provide for it as a single mom."
Sherry knew Gemma was right but she turned her head away from her. She could not stomach looking at Gemma right now.
Gemma walked up to Jax as he was backing his bike in a parking space at the garage. Jax looked up at his mom as he took off his helmet and gloves. Yep she was pissed. Shit! He was not in the mood for her shit today.
"She's living with you now Jax?"
Jax knew his mom would have an opinion about Brea and Mya staying with him and Abel.
"Yes mom…..her apartment caught on fire and she has nowhere to stay."
"Her mom! She could stay with Sherry or her bitch of Aunt Pamela."
Jax looked at his mom.
"How the hell do you know Brea's mom?"
Gemma crossed her arms contemplating what she would tell Jax. He didn't need to know the whole truth.
"She was my Avon lady."
"And what else mom? You just called her aunt a bitch. How would you come to that conclusion if she was just selling you eye shadow and lipsticks?"
"I met her once or twice and she was a bitch. I guess she didn't like Sherry selling Avon to a biker chick." Gemma lied.
Jax squinted his eyes at his mom. She was so full of shit sometimes.
"How did you even find out who Brea's mom was?"
"I took her home the day she dropped her car off and you completely ignored her and little Mya."
Jax grimaced as he thought back to how he treated Brea and Mya that day. He wanted to forget that day.
"Jax, I don't think the club will approve of her." Gemma tried to warn her son.
"It's my personal business and has nothing to do with the club."
"It has everything to do with the club Jax. She is black and that will not sit well with some of the guys. Especially with this Pope situation."
"I can handle them." he told her as he kissed her forehead.
"I hope you can son. The last thing we need is a riff in the club. I can't go down that road again."
"What do you mean?"
"Nothing." Gemma quickly replied and walked back to the garage office. Jax knew some of the guys would have a problem with Brea but who he chose to spend his time with was on him. He should not have to bring up who he was seeing at a meeting. It was his business not the clubs. He was however prepared for anyone who had the balls to come up to him. He hoped it would not come to that.
Since her car was not ready yet Jax asked Happy to drive Brea around for the day. Brea was sure Happy was not enthused about playing chauffeur. He was gracious to her though and Brea knew it was out of respect for Jax and plus he did seem very fond of Mya. Brea had to meet the insurance adjuster at her apartment for him to look at the damage.
"It is good Ms. Fletcher that the fire was contained to the living room. I do see and can still smell smoke damage to the other rooms. We will call you later with the estimate and have a check in the mail to you soon. Do you have an address you are staying temporarily where we can send the check?"
Even though things were going great with Jax she did not want to give his address as the relationship with him was so new so she gave her mother's address. Brea shook the man's hand and watch him side eyed Happy as he walked out. He had no doubt had questions as to why a member of The Sons was at her house watching them like a guard dog.
After picking up Mya from school they pulled up at Jax to find multiple bikes and cars lined up and down the street and some people hanging out on the porch. It looks like there was a party going on.
Brea, Happy and Mya walked in to find the house almost packed with people. Brea frowned as she looked for Jax. She was hoping for a nice quiet evening with Jax and the kids. Gemma was in the kitchen with a couple of other women making food.
"Auntie who are all these people?" Mya asked looking a little scared. Happy picked Mya up and told her they were family and friends of Jax and therefore were her family and friends. Mya smiled a big smile and kissed Happy on his cheek. Brea could have sworn she saw Happy's heart melt. Mya had that effect on everyone she came in contact with.
"Brea sweetheart! How are you?" Gemma asked as she walked up to Brea and gave her a kiss on the cheek. Brea fought the urge to recoil. What was Gemma doing? Brea didn't know Gemma like that for her to be up on her like this.
"Where's Jax?"
"He's outside barbecuing." Seeing the question on Brea's face Gemma told Brea she decided to have a small get together as the club needed to relax and have some fun. Brea thought they had a clubhouse house for parties.
"I'm going to get Mya washed up." Brea told Gemma as she took Mya from Happy.
"I've made something for her and Abel. It will be ready in a few minutes."
Brea took Mya to the back room, gave her a bath, and put on her Hello Kitty pajama set. When she opened the door to get Mya something to eat, she found Happy standing in front of the door.
"Is everything alright?" she asked him slightly confused as to why he was standing by the guest bedroom door. Happy looked a little embarrassed.
"I wanted to see if Mya was ready to eat. Gemma has the food ready."
"Hey Happy!" Mya grabbed his hand and they walked to the kitchen. Brea shut the door and got undress to take a shower. After a quick shower she wrapped a large towel around her body and open the door to find Jax sitting on the bed. Brea about jumped out of her skin.
"Shit! Jax…you scared me."
Jax just smiled as he looked her up and down in her towel. He got up off the bed, walked up to her, and pulled her towel off. Before she could protest, his mouth came crashing down onto hers.
"Jax people are in the house." She said pulling away.
"The door is locked." He told her picking up and placing her on the bed.
"Mya?"
"She is with Happy…she's fine." Jax took off his t-shirt, shoes, pants and boxers. Brea could feel herself becoming moist as Jax positioned himself on top of her.
"Brea I'm sorry…I can't be gentle with you right now….I need you to bad." He whispered in her ear as he opened her legs and thrust himself into her. Brea let out a small cry as her body tried to get over the shock of his entrance. It did not hurt as bad as the first time he entered her last night but it still was a little painful. He was right as he really was feigning for her bad because his thrust were fast and frantic. Jax took her right leg and lifted it up to gain deeper entrance. He felt so good but it was so hard for Brea to keep up with his thrusts. After a few more thrust Jax came with a hard shudder and collapsed on top of Brea. Brea smiled to herself as she was happy she could satisfy him. Even though she did not have an orgasm, she felt just as happy because she was able to please him. Jax lifted up and kissed Brea passionately.
"I'm sorry it was so fast…I promise to make it up to you." He told her between kisses.
As they got dressed, Brea told Jax to exit the room first and she would leave out a few minutes later.
"We are out of beer and ice." Gemma said a little upset. Her party could not be ruin. She needed more beer and ice.
"I can go get some." Brea offered. The party was in full swing and they quickly ran out of beer.
"Thank God! Here let me give you some money." Gemma pulled out a couple of hundreds out of her purse.
"I want to go with Brea." Abel announced. Brea picked Abel up and told him of course he could come. Mya was still with Happy and he was showing her magic tricks. Brea smiled to herself as she wondered if hanging with Mya would damage his hard core persona.
"Where are you going?" Jax asked as he saw Brea and Abel walk out the door.
"Target to get more beer and ice."
"Go to Wal-Mart its cheaper. You got money?" He asked looking her up and down as their time together earlier flashed in his mind.
"Yeah. Gemma gave me some."
"Ok."
Brea strapped Abel in his car seat in Jax car and headed to Wal-Mart.
Wal-Mart was packed and Brea cursed under her breath as she wished she had went to Target. As luck would have it Abel started to whine a little and get restless sitting in the shopping cart.
"Ok Abel we are almost done." She told him rubbing his cheek. Abel was not having it and started to cry and demanded to go home. Brea tried to calm him down but Abel started to cry even harder.
"I want my daddy!" he shouted. Brea looked around and noticed people started to stare at her and Abel. Ok she needed to get out of this store quick before someone thinks she had stolen Abel.
"Ok sweetheart we are going home." She whispered to him as she headed to the check-out line. Just before she was able to get into a check-out line a security guard walked up to her and Abel. Brea's breath caught in her throat, as she knew why he was coming up to her.
"Ma'am is there a problem? He asked.
"No there is no problem," Brea retorted. "I just have a tired little boy and a crowded store working my nerves."
"Ma'am you need to come with me." He request rudely as he wrapped his hand around Abel's upper arm. Abel's face went pale and he looked up at Brea scared.
"Come with you for what?"
"There have been some concerns from other customers." He told her looking her up and down.
"I don't know what sort of concern you are talking about and there is nothing to sort out."
Abel reached for Brea only to have the security guard pull the child back from her reach. Abel burst into more tears.
"Let go of him this instant." Brea shouted.
Brea looked at the white security and tried to hide her embarrassment and anger. She could not believe someone actually called security on her. Well she did have a screaming white child yelling for his daddy.
"Ma'am I suggest we go to my office and clear this up. It is best you just come with me now."
Brea looked at his name tag and noticed it said Hawkins.
Not wanting to cause a further scene Brea pushed her cart and followed behind the security guard.
After what seem like a long country mile, they finally came to the manager's office. Hawkins motioned for Brea to be seated across from a desk. Brea picked up Abel, who finally calmed down, out of the cart and sat across from Hawkins. Hawkins called a cashier in to get Abel while he talked to Brea. When the cashier took Abel from Brea's arms, he started to cry again. Brea felt her heart ache for the little boy.
"It will be ok Abel. I will get you in a few minutes." Brea started to tear up a little as they took Abel to another office.
"Can I ask what the problem is?"
"It seems some customers have a problem seeing a black woman with a little white boy yelling for his daddy….so what's your story?"
"What do you mean what is my story?"
Hawkins got up from behind the desk and knelt down by Brea.
"Come on it's just you and me. You can talk to me. I'll even vouch for you when the police come."
Brea looked at the white man like he was crazy. A tattoo on his neck that was barely visible under his collar caught her eye. It looked like the top of a swastika symbol. Brea rolled her eyes…just fuckin great she would have to get the racist wannabe cop.
"Vouch for me?"
"Of course," he smiled an evil smile at Brea. "I'm sure it's just a misunderstanding."
Brea felt a jack hammer like pain in the back of her head. This situation was working her last nerve.
"Did someone put you up to this?" he asked moving a little closer to her.
"Put me up to what?"
"You know what I mean. Maybe you and your man are in trouble and you need some quick cash. He comes up with an idea to kidnap a little white kid for some quick cash. Cute kid like that his parents will come up with the money to pay to get him back."
He was out of his damn mind. Stupid muthafucker!
"Abel is not a kidnap victim! If I kidnapped him why would I stay in a store to shop around?" he had to be the dumbest wannabe cop alive. Hawkins gave her a look that made her skin crawl.
"Then why was he crying asking for his dad."
"Because he is a tired and grumpy toddler. His father is a few miles away. I need to call him to clear this mess up."
"Maybe you need to try again." He told her.
"Maybe I need to use smaller words. What the hell is wrong with you?"
"Look I'm trying to make this easier for you. You want to play hard ass you go right ahead. Cute thick black chick like you will make a nice treat for someone in lock up."
Brea could not believe her ears.
"Are you threatening me?" she asked trying to control her anger.
"No. I'm not threatening you. I'm just telling you what could happen if you do not cooperate. Nowadays when it comes to kidnap children people act first and ask questions later. I will hate for you to get all hurt up." He gave Brea a slow measured look that made her want to take a shower. Was he not a racist asshole? Why was he sizing her up?
"Can I please call his dad?"
"Go ahead. He will need to bring proof he is the child's father." Hawkins got up, sat back behind the desk, and eyed Brea as she pulled out her cell phone.
Shaking and in near tears Brea dialed Jax's number. She sighed with relief when he answered and told him the situation she was in. Brea heard Jax let out a stream of explicit language before he told her he was on his way and snap the phone shut. Brea smiled to herself as she thought of what Jax will do when he meets Hawkins. It took about 10 minutes when she looked up out the office window to find Jax, Happy and Tig walking toward the security office. Hawkins looked up a few seconds later and the expression on his face brought joy to Brea's heart. For a second he had a confused look as to why the Sons were walking toward his office but in seconds it registered to him Abel's last name…..Teller.