Chapter 31-Addiction
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"Frankie Diamond is dead."
Jax looked around the table and told the club members who did not know exactly what happen to Frankie and why.
"You let some nigger kill him?" Greg the Peg shouted at Jax. Jax jumped up from the table to punch the hell out of Greg for using that word but Chibs and Bobby stopped him.
"You shut the fuck up Greg! He was killing the mother of my children!" Jax yelled.
Greg snorted "Oh that bitch. What the fuck were you thinking Jax sticking your dick in that filth" Bobby and Chibs did not stop Jax this time from going after Greg. As Jax laid multiple punches on Greg's face, the club egged him on. After beating him unconscious Jax stood over Greg and spitted on his face. Jax glared over at the other Nomad Go Go.
"You got something you want to add Go Go? You share the same opinion about my old lady?" Go Go shook his head no. He knew better than to open his mouth.
Jax sat back down and left Greg laying there. No one moved to help him.
"No one blames you or Marks for what happen. I know I love Jade and your family and I am sure I speak for the rest of the members." Happy told Jax. Everyone nodded in agreement except Go Go.
"I would have done the same thing if I was in Marks position." Chibs chimed in.
'How are Jade and the boys doing?" Phillip asked concern. Jax sighed before he answered.
"Abel and Nathan are fine. Frankie really did a number on Jade and it will take her some time to bounce back. Stop by when you can Phil. She will be real happy to see you."
"I will stop by soon. Give her my love."
"I will…..Does anyone have anything to say about the Frankie Diamond's situation?" Jax asked the table. Everyone shook their head no.
"He was taken care of by Skeeter and buried without his cut." Opie told the club. The club was silent. Jax bang the gavel down signaling the end of the meeting.
As Jax drove home, he was deep in his thoughts. Jade had withdrawn from him. He was worried this time because she would rarely talk or even look at him. She slept in the guest room not wanting to share a bed. She said she needed a spacious bed to sleep and not have to worry about him hitting her in the bed accidently and aggravating her ribs. Jax called bullshit on it, they got into an argument over that, and she withdrew even further. He took comfort in knowing he was not the only one being shut out. Finally showing Jax some respect Marks called Jax to ask if he could stop by and check on her and Jax hesitantly agreed. He was worried about Jade and maybe seeing Marks she would spark up a little for the man that saved her life. However, she refused to see him and when Marks left she ripped Jax a new one for inviting him over without her permission.
When he got home he found her in the kitchen slowly moving around making herself a sandwich. He started to go into the kitchen to help her but Gemma had stopped him. She had been staying with them to help her with the boys until he got home every day.
"Let her do it on her own." She whispered to him. Jax nodded an look on as he watch Jade in the kitchen. He felt as if he was going to cry as he watched her struggle to carry the items out of the fridge. It was killing him not to help her. He sighed to himself, went to take a shower, and threw his clothes in the washing machine.
When he got out of the shower, Gemma had left, he check on the boys and went to look for Jade. She was not in the guestroom. He found her in the kitchen. She had her arms folded, head down on the table and was asleep. Her hair had fell out of it is ponytail and was all over her head. He found the black hair tie on the floor, picked it up and pulled her hair up and put it back in a ponytail for her. He noticed she had only taken two bites out of her sandwich. He sighed as he put the sandwich in the fridge. He found a bottle of vicodin next to her almost empty. He sat at the table and put his head in his hands. This was the second bottle she has been through and it has been less than a week. He would have to talk to her about the pain pills. She was taking them too often. She stirred a little, open her eyes and looked up at him.
"Hey baby? How you feeling?"
She didn't answer and lifted up slowly from the table.
"Jade please talk to me." He begged. Jade looked at him, noticed the agony, and hurt in his face. She loved him so much but she just did not want to look or be around him at the moment. She knew it was not his fault directly in what happen to her but his association with the club was always the cause of her pain. She remembered the day she decided to pursue the relationship with Jax and she remembered being naïve in thinking that she could not possibly get hurt and here she was again healing from factures and bruises.
She grabbed her pain pills, shuffled to the guest room, and put the pills on the nightstand. Jax followed behind her and grabbed her hand to turn her around. He grabbed her chin to lift her face up to his.
"I'm sorry Jade…I'm sorry." He repeatedly said he was sorry until she started crying. Jax pulled her into a hug and held her until she stopped crying.
He held her hand tight as he pulled her to their bedroom.
"Please come back to me." He told her as he softly planted a kiss on her lips. She did not protest as he helped her in the bed. He pulled her close careful not to hurt her. He rubbed her face as he watched her fall asleep.
Weeks later
Jade popped a couple of vicodin as she looked at herself in the mirror. She was healing nicely and was able to cover her faded bruises with makeup. She pulled up her shirt to inspect the bruise on her rib and notice the purplish bruise was finally fading. She was startled when she heard the front door slam. She walked out into the bedroom to find Jax walking in obviously pissed.
"What's wrong?" she asked as he paced the room.
"Your uncle! I swear I can rip his head off." He told her through gritted teeth.
"What did Bobby do?"
"He had Clay come clean to the club about the break-ins and then was the only vote against killing him." Jax was livid. Jade knew how bad Jax wanted Clay dead. She knew her uncle always had sound counsel but she did not know what he was thinking when it came to this Clay situation. Jade agreed with Jax that Clay needed to die. Jade walked up to Jax to try to calm him down. She leaned over to give a peck on the lips when he pulled back with a frown on his face. He grabbed her face and looked into her eyes.
"Are you high?" he asked. Jade shook her head no.
"Yes you are?!" Jax went to the bathroom, opened the medicine cabinet, and found her bottle of vicodin.
"I am sick of you taking this shit!" he yelled at her. He flipped off the lid and poured them down the toilet.
"No! Jax stop!" Jade ran in the bathroom and tried to stop him from pouring the rest of her pills. He pushed her away and she lost her footing and fell to the floor crying.
"I need those!" she cried to him.
"Jax threw the empty bottle on the ground as he flushed the toilet.
"You don't need them Jade." He told her as he helped her off the ground. Jade was pissed and pushed him away.
"It's your fault I need them!" she yelled at him tears streaming down her face.
"You can blame me all you want Jade but you are not taking any more narcotics!" he shouted. Jade looked at him furious. She wanted to claw his face off.
"Where are the boys?" he asked.
"With Neeta at the park." She answered as her mind searched for a way she could get more vicodin. She needed them, as it was the only way she could get through the day. She did not want to feel any mental or physical pain.
"I will put you in rehab Jade if you continue." Jax told her as she sat on the bed.
"I am not addicted. I know what addiction is." She told him sitting next to him.
Jax shook his head and took her hand.
"Yes baby you know all about addiction as helping those with addictions is what you do for a living but I can tell you are taking them too much."
Jade laid her head in his lap and Jax began to play in her hair.
"You know they say doctors are the worse patients and I think that is what is going on here. You deal with addictions and you are in denial about your own."
Jade did not feel she had a problem with addiction she could stop when she wanted but she did not want to stop at least not right now. She was functioning just fine with them. Jade sat up and looked at Jax.
"I will stop." She told him and as the words came out her mouth she knew it was a lie.
A few days later Jax pulled up and found Marks car parked out front of his house. Walking into his living room, he saw Marks on the couch with Jade, holding Nathan. Abel was on the floor playing with a new toy. Jax face became red when he saw them all together and Marks holding his son. He wanted to knock the shit out of Marks for having the nerve to hold Nathan.
Marks handed Nathan to Jade and stood up to greet Jax.
"I stopped by to see how she was doing." He told Jax seeing his anger boil.
Jax saw Jade move something from the coffee table and he knew exactly what it was when he heard the familiar sound of pills rattling in a bottle. Jax glared at Marks and then Jade. He said nothing as he knew he would say something he regretted. He looked at Jade again and without a word went to their bedroom. He took out his cell phone and called Gemma, Bobby and then Kim. Something needed to be done before Jade hurt herself or her family. After he made his phone calls, he quietly went into the boy's room to quickly pack them a few overnight clothes. He went to the bedroom bathroom and cleaned out the medicine cabinet.
About ten minutes later Marks left and Jade went to find Jax and face the music.
Jax looked up to Jade and his heart ached for her. He wanted his Jade back.
"He just stopped by to check on me Jax. Nothing is going on."
Jax did not say anything as he hung up his cut. He looked over at her and she was so beautiful standing there.
"I don't know what to do here Jade."
"What do you mean?" she asked walking up to him. She lightly touched his face and played with his beard. Jax closed his eyes and sighed.
"I wanted to kill him when I saw him sitting in my living room."
"Don't be dramatic Jax." She told him. Changing the subject, she asked him to change Nathan while she started dinner. Jax nodded.
Jade was in the middle of making dinner when Gemma, Bobby, Opie and Kim walked in the door.
"Hey guys. What are you doing here?"
Bobby walked up and hugged his niece tight. Over his shoulder, she saw Jax hand Gemma a bag and Gemma pick Nathan out of his playpen and went to grab Abel.
Jade pushed Bobby away.
"What's going on?" she asked becoming afraid, as Gemma looked backed at her with hurt in her eyes. Gemma proceeded out the door with her boys and Jade started to run after them but Bobby and Opie held her back.
"Jax what's going on?!"
"Jade you need help honey. You can't keep taking vicodin." Kim told her. "We are worried about you."
"What are you talking about I am fine." Jade lied to them.
"Where are the pills Marks brought you?" Jax asked.
"I don't know what you are talking about."
Jax got into Jade's face.
"I will rip this place apart and find them Jade. You will save us both trouble if you just tell me where they are."
Jade did not answer and Jax grabbed her and lifted her up to carry her to the room.
"Put me down!" she yelled as she started to kick, trying to break away. Opie grabbed her legs until Jax had her safely on the bed.
"We are here to help you sweetheart." Bobby told her.
"You are going to have to detox Jade to get better." Kim told her. "I will be right here with you."
Jade started to cry as she was so angry.
"You can't do this to me!" she yelled at all of them. They walked out the room and Jax looked at her.
"I love you Jade with all my heart." He told her before he shut the bedroom door.
"Fuck you!" she yelled through the door. She heard something heavy being moved in front of the bedroom door. Jade ran to open the door and could not get it to open more than an inch. She started to panic, ran to the bathroom medicine cabinet, and saw it was empty. She screamed again in anger and fell to the floor in tears.