I woke up in my bed, thankfully I was dressed. I love Jax to death but I never ever wanted him to see me naked. First off, I'm way too insecure and secondly, I would never hear the end of it. I could almost hear it now. 'Hey Ope, guess what I found out? Did you know that our little Faith has a mole in her belly button? Yeah me neither, you find out a lot of weird things when you see someone naked." I looked down at my still fully clothed last thing I remember was sitting on the bathroom floor with Jax and a flask full of whiskey that he pulled out after I stopped crying. That man was seriously my best friend, I mean really how many men do you know that would have came over because they figured I'd be upset and listened to me cry about another man all night? Yeah not many I bet. He's always been quick to jump to my rescue though and for that I'll always be thankful. Honestly he's the only one that knows how I feel about Ope and to this day he's never said a single word. I sat up and slowly made my way out of bed. Thankfully I have never gotten a hangover, no matter how much I drank, which was weird but hey I'm not complaining. I made my way over to my dresser and got a good look at myself. I had light purplish marks under my eyes, probably from lack of sleep, my face was kind of puffy. I know that was from crying. I put my head down a little too close to my shirt and got a strong wiff of cigarettes. Damn Jax and his filthy habit. I definitely needed a shower. The last thing I needed was my mom thinking I had started smoking. I dug through my drawers and made my way into the bathroom to shower.
After I was done, dressed and had my make up on, I really started to notice myself in the mirror. I was cute, maybe not the most beautiful girl in the work but pretty enough for a second glance. I've been complimented on my looks by quite a few and I'm always hit on at the clubhouse, especially by the prospects. As sad as it is, the one person I want to tell me I look good hardly notices my appearance. I may get an occasional 'you look nice' but more often than not the only thing he says about me is 'you're not wearing that.' I looked myself up and down in the full length mirror, how can he not find me cute? I was an average height for a female. I laughed out loud at myself. Who was I kidding? I stand at 5'5", therefore not the tallest little thing. I felt shorter and shorter every day and it doesn't help that both of my best friends are over six foot. I grabbed my brush and went to work on my hair. It didn't take much. My hair was always so easy to work with after a shower. I stopped brushing and began to tousle my hair so it was in the right spot, having long hair could be a pain in the ass but sometimes there were awesome moments. Like this one for instance, my long blonde hair fell perfectly down my back and not a single strand looked crazy. I leaned in closer to the mirror to look at the purple marks beneath my eyes and determined I needed to add more concealer. My big brown eyes were wide and alert today compared to normally they're all cute and sparkly. My mother always compliments my nose but I think its weird. She says people pay for button noses, but I can guarantee they don't pay for freckles. I bit my lip and decided I had overanalyzed myself enough. I pulled my jean shorts down a little, knowing that when the boys seen them I'd be in trouble. They only came down to the middle of my thighs, the belt I added brought more attention to them. It was bright pink with a single chain hanging off of the right side and one that hung over my left back pocket. I had layered two tank tops, a hot pink one then a black one, trying to diminish my cleavage but it seems to have made it worse. Giving myself one more once over I left the bathroom, I definitely looked cute enough to go to the garage. Gemma had asked me to come by and help her sort pperwork, which I enjoyed doing. I loved helping out at the garage but I knew it wasn't that kind of help she wanted. She wanted me to 'help' her with information about Jax and Tara. I told Jax about this and he thought it was hilarious of course, but of course we all knew Gemma. It would be weird if she didn't stick her nose into his relationships. Not to mention her and Tara damn near buck heads every time they see each other. This was bound to be a helluva conversation.
I walked into my bedroom as quietly as I could. I didn't want to wake my mom up and if I did I'd feel horrible about it. She's only been asleep two hours if she's been asleep at all. She works so hard she deserves the sleep. When she was waitressing she put back so much out of her tips to put herself through school and here we are six years later. I'm so proud of her. I quietly opened my drawers and pulled out a pair of my brightly colored crazy socks. I opened my closest and grabbed my white air miles, when the smell of bacon filled my nose. I took a second to breathe it in, knowing my mom was awake unless someone had broken into my house to cook breakfast. It would be slightly weird but kinda cool or it could be a ghost with a hankering for bacon that woke it up from the dead. I threw on my hot pink socks with a speed I didn't know was possible and put on my nikes. I made my way into the kitchen and my mom set a plate down on the table. Her movements were slow and I could tell she was dead on her feet. I wish she wouldn't worry about making me breakfast when she works nights. I feel horrible when she denies herself sleep to feed me, I'm 18 now I know how to cook, I've told her all of this but it never makes a difference. To be in her 40's and in zombie mode, my mom was still damned good looking. Her sandy blonde hair was shoulder length and still curled from the night before. That fact alone managed to surprise me. Her hair had lasted through an eleven hour work shift, that's some damn good hairspray. Her eyes were a deep hazel with more jade green than brown. Her skin held some crow's feet and laugh lines but not as many as most women her age. Its been just the two of us for as long as I could remember. Mom said one day my donor or just didn't come home, my words not hers. I was only five years old when he split. I never really asked too many questions. I wasn't old enough to remember him or even register that I had a dad. By the time I was starting to get curious about why I didn't have a dad, I had more than enough male figures around. Clay had always taken a special liking to me. J.T liked me but I think I made him nervous since he had sons and had never raised a girl. A man who walks away from his responsibilities is not a man, he's a boy is what Gemma told me and it always stuck close to my heart. If he really loved us, he never would have left.
We moved to Charming when I was about seven. I don't remember much but I do remember all of the funny stares we used to get. Charming is a small town and anyone new is subject to that. I understand that now as an adult. My mom quickly found a job as a waitress at the local diner, which was hard on me at first . Before my donor left she was home with me all the time and then she wasn't. I hado start going to a babysitter and I didn't have any friends other than the babysitter's daughter. It was really lonely at first. It was almost a year after we moved to Charming that I met Jax and Opie. They saved me that day in a way that if I lived to be 110 I'll never be able to repay them for. My mom had to work the afternoon shift so I had to go to the babysitters. My babysitter at the time was our neighbor, I called her Miss Lena . Miss Lena had two kids, Lisa her daughter was my best friend. She was a year older than me at eight but I was turning eight soon. Miss Lena also had a son, Trent he was ten. Lisa was my best friend, we did everything we could together. We played barbies, baby dolls , house. It was awesome. Her brother was a little weird but that's OK. That day, I'll never forget, we were playing house when Trent walked over, said he wanted to play with us. Lisa was ecstatic that he wasn't being mean to us, let him play and even let him be the daddy. To make a long tragic story short, Jax and Opie happened to ride by on their bikes and found him on top of me trying to kiss me while I screamed. He yelled at me and told me this was what mommies and daddies do when they go to bed and I needed to shut off. Jax ripped him off of me as he punched him in the face. Opie helped me up and made sure I was okay and just held me until Jax was done. I'll never forget the cold look on Opie's face as he stared at Trent.
'You come near her again I'll hunt you down and you'll wish you were dead.' Jax hopped on his bike and motioned for me to follow since his bike had pegs and Ope's did not. I couldn't believe I actually got on his bike, going to God knows where. All I knew was I felt safe and that was better than I felt at Lena's. We rode up to one of the boy's houses. I knew now it was Jax's. He hopped off of his bike and headed straight to the porch, where a woman and three men sat. I couldn't hear what he said to her but I knew it was about me, especially when he started imitating himself punching Trent. She looked over him and her eyes landed on me. She motioned for me to come closer but I stayed glued to my spot. I was scared out of my mind.
"Come here sweetheart," I slowly walked towards her. The three men at the table stared at me, making me more uncomfortable. 'What's your name doll?"
"Luanne Faith," I said in a mousy voice. She squatted down and held my hand.
"Well Luanne, I'm Gemma. This is J.T, Clay, and Piney. I'm going to call your mommy and let her know you're here." My moms voice snapped me out of my thoughts.
"You're awfully quiet this morning," I shrugged my shoulders, thankful to be out of the memory.
" Just reliving the past, how was work?' She shrugged and that seemed to end our conversation.
We finished our breakfast and I left for the garage. I was really excited to get there. Hopefully Ope was there. Being around him always shook the bad feelings away. Even if he didn't say a single word, being around him put me at peace. I just wish he'd hurry up and realize how great I am already. I pulled up at the garage and immediately headed towards the office. As I got close enough to the office I saw Clay in there talking to Gemma. She armed upset so I turned and walked towards the garage where I seen a few prospects, Tig, and Kyle Hobart standing around. One of the prospects seen me coming and hollered for me as the rest of the men seemed to disappear.
"Hey Faith can you come here a second?" Obviously I was headed in that direction. I think this one was called John or something. He had some filthy nickname that had to do with his dick. As I got closer, I noticed he was completely covered in oil. Thankfully for him, his face was not. I looked at him with a raised eyebrow.
"I had to redo the entire brake system, so I need a favor. This lady is a stickler about not getting any brake fluid on her car. Can you get the keys they fell into the hood, well more like Seth tossed them into the hood because he's asshole." I nodded, not seeing any harm in that. I bent over into the hood and started looking around. I spotted them so I stretched my arm down, attempting to reach them. I could reach them with the tip of my fingers. Just as I about had them when I slipped. I quickly caught my footing and stretched up on my tippy toes. I started bouncing around trying to get more leverage when I snagged them. I removed myself from the car when I heard Clay's voice.
"She's like my fucking daughter you perverts! If I ever see you looking at her like that I'll cut your dicks off!" As I turned around I noticed the same crowd of men that were there before I walked up. Kyle looked at me licking his lips and I rolled my eyes. I heard the roar of motorcycle and I felt my heart start to race. Jax and Ope pulled into the parking lot. Opie's eyes went straight to my shorts and I started to feel tingly all over. His eyes lingered longer than they would normally or maybe he just didn't see me watching . I ran and gave him a hug, making sure to press up against him.
"You owe me a ride killer." He chuckled.
"Maybe soon but not in shorts like that." I pretended to pout.
"Why not? They're so cute." I heard jax chuckle as he butted into the conversation.
"But they're so cute Hope. Don't you see I've got half of the garage's tongue hanging out?" I turned sweetly towards Jax.
"But I don't have the two best looking guys in the entire lot's tongue hanging out so I must not be that cute." Jax smirked at me and Opie gave me a small laugh.
"I know she ain't talking about us. Jax can you believe her mom let her out of the house like that?" I rolled my eyes as Jax shook his head.
"Nopppee, cause she wouldn't have left my house like that." Jax walked towards the office leaving just Ope and me. He got off of his bike and gave me a hug.
"We need to talk later its very important." I nodded as my heart did flips. Maybe this was it.
A/n this chapter is like super long lol but I had to make myself stop thanks to HermoineandMarcus, jerbear7579, Tracey lewis, and 5 I wasn't sure how well this story was going to go but your reviews made me smile and pushed me to update faster. For all my Just a former old lady fans the update is half way done it should be up tomorrow. Tomorrows Teller Tuesday lady its cause to celebrate :)