Here is Jax's POV. Please note the date of this piece.
What will become of our beloved?
Also, in this chapter, I have introduced the most villainous SOA character after Gemma...
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Chapter 16
A Day in Mid-May 1997
He could barely breathe. He laid facedown on the ground, the sun blistering his already burnt skin. His lips felt chapped and and he could barely move his head. He curled his hand into a fist as he stared into the horizon.
Jax closed his eyes and thought of his Tara. So close to escaping the anarchy and here he was about to die in the middle of the fucking Mojave Desert.
"Tara," his whispered, his voice sounding scratchy from the thirst.
He didn't know how long he has been walking around looking for help. At night, he would rest, sleeping restlessly in fear of being attacked by coyotes or other nocturnal creatures that lived in the desert. A few times he was able to crush cacti to get some water but it was still not enough. He lost track of the days given his constant fatigue and thirst. He tried to look for Opie but he soon found his efforts to be fruitless. He was all alone.
"Tara..." he shut his eyes tighter as he dragged his exhausted body a little bit forward, both his hands clenching into fists.
She was his only saving force. The only reason why he hasn't given up completely was because of her. He needed to get to her graduation and move out of California to New York. That was their plan. He had promised her.
"Rise up, son."
His eyes shot open. He squinted against the desert sun.
"Rise up."
"Dad?" Jax whispered.
He opened his eyes further and saw the shadow of John Teller hovering over him.
"Rise up, son."
Jax blinked and his father was gone.
Using all the strengthen he could muster, Jax rose up to his knees before collapsing to the ground once again.
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If this was the afterlife, that annoying beeping sound was going to be the death of him.
Jax chuckled at his own bad pun before slowly opening his eyes.
The room was white. Too white for his taste.
"Heaven?" he whispered his throat incredibly scratchy from the misuse.
"Try hospital room. Desert Springs to be exact," replied a blonde sitting next to his bed. "Kind of appropriate for the occasion, don't you think?"
Jax nodded. "Water?" he asked.
"Sure," the blonde gleefully responded before getting up and pouring him a cup of water from one of those pink, plastic pitchers that all hospitals have. The blonde was even nice enough to put a straw in his cup before leaning forward and putting the straw between his lips.
Jax drank the water to the last drop. Never has he enjoyed every drop of water so much. When he was finished, the blonde put the cup next to his bed and sat down a smile etched on her face. She crossed her legs.
"So, Jackson Nathaniel Teller."
"How you know my name?" he asked, his voice coming out raspy.
"Your wallet," she smiled.
"And who are you?" he asked not having the energy to move around too much.
"Oh, how impolite of me." She reached in and grabbed something from the inner pocket of her blazer.
Jax groaned.
"My name is June Stahl," she flashed her ID and promptly put it back inside her blazer. "Have I mentioned that you are under arrest?"
It was then that Jax realized that he was handcuffed to the hospital bed.
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Monday, May 26th, 1997
"Now, Mr. Teller, can you explain to me why Samcro had a gun warehouse and heroin lab in the the middle of the Mojave Desert?" Stahl took a sip of her styrofoam cup.
Jax crossed his hands in front of him, ignoring the cuffs cutting into his wrist.
Stahl smiled. "I see, you think silence is going to help your case? Well, lets lay down the facts." Stahl opens a manila folder in front of her. She took a sip of her coffee and gave Jax a smile.
"Three cases of AK's, 10 kilos of heroin and an explosion in the middle of the desert and you, stranded a couple of hundred miles from the explosion..." she closed the folder, "countless fingerprints all over place. By the time forensics finishes sorting thru all the evidence, it could be months, maybe years. Years, of you sitting in a cell, with a federal case hanging over your head that could easily land you up to 20 in a maximum security prison, if we find out that any of the AK's in that warehouse were used to kill any innocent folk in good Old America, that's not counting the drug possession chargers or distribution charges as well. Or..." she leaned back and crossed her legs, "or, you could tell me about all that you know about your stepdaddy's association with the Irish IRA and all charges against you will magically disappear. I could even throw in the Witness Protection Program."
Jax looked at Stahl and didn't even bother responding to her offer. If he took the deal, either Clay or the Irish would kill him. He was many things but stupid wasn't one of them. They sat in silence for about ten minutes before Stahl shook her head.
She pursed her lips in a tight smile and scoffed. Grabbing her coffee and folder she stood and knocked on the door. A guard buzzed it open and Stahl turned to look at him one last time. "You know Jackson, one of you will crack."
Jax rose one of his eyebrows.
"Oh did I mention, we got Opie."
Giving him a broad smile, Stahl exited the room, leaving Jax alone with his thoughts.
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The silence was driving him absolutely insane.
After meeting with Stahl, he was taken into some solitary jail where he has been alone for God knows how long. He has counted 9 meals, so his estimate is that he has been in solitary for 3 fucking days. If his calculations were right, that means he has been gone from Charming for over ten days meaning he missed Tara's graduation and their getaway plan.
He paced in the small space.
Fuck, he needed to get out of this place.
Out of frustration, he punch the wall in front of him.
He needed to get out and soon before it was too late.
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He lost count.
He fucking lost count.
He slammed his hands against the metal door.
"Let me out!"
His screams echoed in the small walls.
