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Logan Henderson
BlogPost 011
5 Months
I don't have much to say today.
Oh well.
Here.
Nova was already 5 months old and the happiest baby I had ever met in my life. Things finally felt like they were normal again. Well, as normal as they could be for us.
The club had finally got the porn studio up and running, and it was bringing in money like crazy. Even more money since the Mayans had joined in and were profitting on it.
Not to mention they were still running guns and that was bringing in just as much money. It was how Jax and I were able to afford the new house; so much more room. Going back to work wasn't very much fun, but I did love having time alone from family and the club. It was nice social interaction. Since Donna passed away I hadn't made many friends or hung with many people, this was it.
My students this year were great so far, I had very few complaints.
But it was the weekend, and I was getting to relax with my babies. Early October always looked so nice in Charming, and it was great porch and outside weather. Abel played in the yard on his swing set and play castle, and Nova sat in her jump-a-roo on the porch, giggling and having a good time. I was smoking a joint, waiting for Jax to get home. It shouldn't be much longer.
I sipped my Iced Tea and hit the joint, really enjoying the day. It was a beautiful Friday evening, we were going to go out for dinner. Things were going so good, even I really couldn't believe it.
But the saying goes, when it rains it pours, but the sun will shine again.
And the sun was finally shining on our lives for once.
I heard the front door open and foot-steps through the house, heading to the back porch.
"Daddy!" Abel screamed, running for the porch, arms wide open. Jax bent down and hugged him, picking him up. Abel clung around his neck, pulling him close.
"How was your day, baby?" I asked him, picking up Nova so she could get up close to daddy for some kisses.
He gave her kisses on both cheeks, which erupted a smile from our little happy girl.
"Good," he sat down at the table I was just sitting at, taking a drink of my tea. "Busy. We had a lot of production today, but they're right on a schedule, which is great." Abel climbed down to go back over to his toys. I sat down, Nova bouncing on my lap.
"How's everything going with the Mayans?"
He chuckled and shrugged his shoulders. "Still arguing that they deserve 40%, but all they're getting is 25%, and that's that." The Mayans, in all honesty, did not fucking deserve even close to 40%. I didn't even think they deserved 25%, but they did help out with it, and beef between clubs was never a good thing to have.
We sat and bullshitted for awhile before we got the kids ready to go with Gemma for the night so we could go out for dinner. Ope was coming too, with a woman he had just started seeing. I actually liked her, and I thought it was good that Opie was trying to find happiness again. A little too soon if you ask me, but it wasn't my business.
"Fuck," Jax snapped on his watch as I grabbed my purse. "I forgot my fucking bag at the studio." That bag was important; it had my weed and bong in it, plus some cash and a few other odds and ends. I only had about a bowl pack left with me, so I really wanted that bag.
"I can stop and get it." I assured him. I was an adult. "Just give me the keys; you can go get Ope and Amanda and I'll meet you guys at the pub. It'll take the same amount of time."
He seemed doubtful at first, but handed over the studio keys to me, holding up a gold one.
"This opens the doors for you to get in," he held up a much smaller silver key. "And this opens the safe for you to grab the bag from." I snatched the keys out of his hand and I was on my way.
I jammed the entire way to the studio, turning my radio down as I pulled up. I only really smoked cigarettes on the weekends, if that, but this was one of those weekends. I took the last drag of my menthol and flicked it out into the road, heading to the door.
I unlocked it and headed in, towards the back office. Before I got to the door, I heard talking in a room over. Being the nosey rosey I always have been, I peaked around the corner, seeing a few of the Mayans sitting at a table, drinking and smoking.
"It's bullshit," one of them slammed his fist down. "25 fucking percent? What are we supposed to do with that? Wipe our fucking asses?" he took a big gulp of his beer and sat it down, crossing his arms and leaning back.
Another Mayan joined in, and soon all of them were talking shit over the small percentage they were getting from this studio.
And like usual, I fucked up. I didn't realize one of the props weren't very steady and I accidentally knocked it over with my foot. I held my breath, pressing hard against the wall hoping they wouldn't see me.
But they did.
One came around, pushing me hard up against the wall, holding a gun to my face. Two others surrounded me, and two more stayed back behind them, just watching.
One of the closer ones laughed. "It's fuckin' Tellers old lady."
And I saw one of the most evil looks I had seen to date light up in all of their eyes.
"What a lucky night it is." The Mayan pulled the gun away from my face and pushed me to the ground, my jaw smacking the cement. I tried to look up, but he literally kicked me while I was down, and it made my vision blurry. I could taste pennies, and I was sure my lip was busted.
"Since your stupid ass fucking husband doesn't understand how business works," I couldn't see, but I could hear metal and fabric and zippers, a terrible combination of sounds. I heard what sounded like a belt hit the ground. "We have a message for you to send to him."
Mostly all I remember after that were their bodies on top of me, one by one. It was all browned out, bits and pieces here and there, me fading in and out of conciousness.
When I woke up I could barely move and I was naked all except for some of my tanktop that was half slanted over my body. My leggings were ripped and so was my shirt, my underwear completely destroyed and laying off in a pile on the ground. My own blood was all around me on the concrete floor and god did my body hurt.
I didn't want to move, I didn't even want to touch any part of myself to access the damage. My legs hurt. My ass hurt. I was bleeding from my head to my toes, and my eyes were so swollen and burning I couldn't even fucking see. I couldn't even see enough to find my cell phone, or to see what time it was. Jax had to have been worried.
And he was, considering he sent Uncer looking for me. I was so embarressed.
I heard the front door open and at first I was fearful; it was the fat spick fucks coming back for me, to put me through hell again.
"Logan?" I heard the soft old mans voice ring through the building.
I tried to yell, but I couldn't. My throat was soar and my neck was bruised from being choked. Everything came out low and raspy.
"U-U-Uncer." I managed to get out. I heard him fumble his way through the building, making it back to me.
"Jesus Christ." he noted, making his way over and down to me on the floor. He tried to touch me but I winced in pain; literally everything hurt. "Logan, who did this to you?" I didn't want to tell him. That was going to cause problems, and right now I didn't need that.
"Please," I got out. "Help me."
And that was all I remember of that.
Next thing I know I'm waking up in a hospital bed connected to wires and tubes gallore at St. Thomas. Gemma was in my room, sitting next to my bed reading a book. My throat was so dry I couldn't help but start coughing. Gemma jumped up, grabbing me crushed ice and water immediately.
"Oh, sweet girl." she ran her hands carefully over my hair. I was still so sore, but it hurt a lot less than before. My right wirst had a cast on it, I had a boot on one of my feet. I could see the beginning of stitches on my leg, as well as my upper arm and a small gash on my chest. I didn't even want to look at my face. By how much of my vision I had, I knew it couldn't be good.
"Where's Jax?" I managed to get out, taking small sips of my water.
"He's at home with the kids right now. He thought they should be with him, so I told him I'd stay. It's almost 4am, but I can call him if you want." I shook my head. I was still tired, and was planning on sleeping some more before I actually interacted with people.
"I want some more sleep." I told her. She nodded, sitting back down.
"Sweet girl, what happened?" She held my hand, rubbing her thumb over the top of it.
I wanted to cry, but my face and eyes hurt too bad, which was actually a good thing. I hated crying infront of people, especially someone as strong as Gemma.
"I went to the studio to get Jax bag he forgot, it had my weed in it," I started. "The Mayans were there, talking shit about the 25%." My voice cracked. "He told me this was a business message for Jax, for the club. Gemma all 5 of them raped me. Each and every fucking one." My face hurt so bad, because my body was trying to cry but it just couldn't.
She just held me lightly, as not to hurt me, and cried for me.
"Oh, baby." she stroked my head until I drifted off to sleep for a few more hours.
When I woke back up again there were nurses in my room with breakfast, and my husband was there at my side.
"Oh, sweetheart." he kissed my forehead. I was so happy to see him. "I'm gonna kill them, Logan."
"No." I immediately shot back. The nurse must have taken the hint, cause she left my food and exited the room. "40%. Give them the 40 fucking percent, Jax." I sat up, best I could. My sides and back hurt like a bitch.
"Logan bu-"
"Look what they did, Jax. Give them the money. No amount of fucking money is worth this.. Jesus Christ. Is this what you want? Shit like this happening over and over again?"
Before I had something irrational, because let's face it, we all knew it was coming, I stopped myself.
"Let's not talk about this right now. I want to feel better."
Still don't have much to say.
Next time.
Logan