Hello my lovelies! I know I said no updating during the exams, but I am awfully sick at this moment, and seeing as I'm miserable and in bed, I decided to update my story for my amazing people on this site! I was going to update yesterday, but I was just too tired. Fucking sucks, but you know. Anyway, this chapter took me a while to do, mainly because I have been busy with some personal shit lately, and have come to the realization I can't be there for everyone, although I will keep trying. The stress of these issues, have caused serious writer's block, which anyone who has experienced it can tell you, is just a pain is the ass. Anyway, sorry to sound so down and not upbeat. But guys, 64 REVIEWS?! 49 FOLLOWERS?! 22 FAVOURITES?! Jaysus lads, you are all so fucking nice and really give me inspiration! Some of ask the most intriguing questions, and the most creative suggestions for the course of this story. It makes me happy to read all your reviews, and feel free to drop me a PM if you want something explained, or simply even to talk. I'm always here for people (except when I am sleeping... Which I shall not lie is a lot. Hwey not judge I like me my beauty sleep).
Chapter 7.
Tara felt her heart speed up as she subtly did a head count of how many people were in the area. Four nurses, two residents, seven adults and six children. Nineteen possible fatalities. Twenty one including herself and Wendy. Twenty two, if you counted her unborn baby. She rubbed her belly as she wracked her brain for a possible way out of her dilemma. She frantically attempts to think of the solution, as she tries to talk to her captor.
"Hector was it? I'm Tara, as you know, and these people don't need to be here. These nineteen people have lives outside of here, would you really want their innocent blood on your hands?" she asks, knowing the words immediately impacted him. Wendy stood next to her, and gestured around. "I mean come on dude, there are kids here for Christ's sake" Wendy points out pleadingly, and Salazar nods slowly as he stands up, holding his gun tightly. "Alright, all of those not directly affiliated with SAMCRO get the hell out. NOW" he yells, and the other hostages bustle towards the exit, as they cast worried glances back at Tara and Wendy. The door closes tightly behind them. "Call your dear old man" Salazar chuckles darkly.
Jax was just after busying himself with some papers for the garage, shit Gemma should be handling. He groans as he realizes he doesn't understand half the language on the sheet. Tara would know what it all means, his mind reminds him. He tries to block out the stabbed feeling in his heart as he imagines her helping him through all the papers, she would made it more fun. He chuckles as he remembers how she used to make him study, taking off an item of clothing each time he got a question, and putting back on two items if he got one wrong. And when she had no more to remove, she would give him a hand job if he got five in a row, a blowjob if he got ten, and full on screwed him if he got fifteen. Needless to say, his grades went up pretty damn fast. He chuckles once again as the phone rings. "Hello, Teller Morrow Garage service, how may I help you" he says in a professional way. "Jax? Oh thank god. It's Tara" he knows instantly something's up by the happiness in her tone at him picking up.
"What's up" he asks, and she suppresses a sigh. "An ex member of a gang you recently patched in, Hector Salazar, has me and Wendy hostage in the hospital" she says calmly. "You and Wendy? Why the fuck is she even here... Are you okay?" he asks, and he feels anger shooting through him, as he struggles to remain calm and collected. "I'm fine" she assures him, and he hears Wendy in the background "I'm fine too asshole, seeing as you are so fucking concerned" and he wants to laugh, but this situation is one he can't even smile in.
"I'm at the hospital in the emergency room, one fatality an unknown male. Cops have shown up, but Salazar wants SAMCRO to guarantee his safe passage out of Charming, or else we die" she states, again way too fucking calm for Jax's liking. "Put him on the line" Jax all but growls, and Tara sighs. "I will, but please do not anger him. If you do, it may be me and the baby, or Wendy he takes it out on. You can't let your son lose his mother, and I cannot let anything happen to this baby" she tells him, and he wants to hit something as he realizes she means Wendy is Abel's mom, not her.
"I am sorry for what I am about to say" she whispers, and his eyebrows furrow as he hears Salazar's voice. "Baby, baby I know I know. I will let you speak to him now honey, just please don't argue with him. I love you so much, and I will see you soon" she says in an amazingly convincing voice, even some choked up moment at the "I love you". There's a small rustle as the phone is handed over, and then Salazar's voice enters his ear. "One hell of an old lady you got here, would be a shame for her to meet a tragic end" he sighs in fake sympathy.
As Salazar walks calmly away with the phone clutched in his hand, talking mockingly to Jax, mainly to anger him, Tara and Wendy slide down to the floor beside the nurses station, sitting on the cold hospital floor. They both avert their eyes from the pale dead man lying across from them, a constant reminder he died because they weren't there. "So, nice going on the phone call" Wendy says, and Tara simply nods in response. "And Abel won't lose his mother. I'm going to make damn sure you get back to that kid" Wendy says firmly, and when Tara turns to argue, Wendy's warning look is enough to make her keep her mouth shut. A silence falls over the two women, as each get lost in their own thoughts. "You know, I wanted to hate you. Even before I met you" Wendy breaks the silence. Tara raises a eyebrow. "Why" she laughs, and Wendy sighed heavily. "My husband was still hung up on you. All I heard from everyone who had known you was that you were the only girl he went steady with, and stayed faithful to. I wanted someone, I know now not Jax, to love me with the intensity he clearly loved you" Wendy admits, and Tara squeezes her hand. "If it's any consolation to that small part of you that hates me, he wasn't faithful to me" Tara tells her, and Wendy chuckles. "He expresses emotion differently. He fucked another woman, yes. But he never had feelings for her. He has emotionally only ever had you" she tells her, and Tara nods, surprised that made sense to her.
"You don't have to forgive him right away, but I think you should at least give him a chance for the babies" Wendy tells her, and Tara shrugs. "I don't know" she sighs, and then Salazar returns. It's a few moments of silence until they hear the police's megaphones. "HECTOR SALAZAR WE HAVE THIS PLACE SURROUNDED". Wendy and Tara exchange a glance, and Salazar's face tightens. "Did you fucking call them" he hisses and both females shake their heads. "Firstly you have been watching us all the time, and secondly if there's gunshots, someone at the front desk is required to call the cops before leaving the hospital (A/n this is not an actual law. Just clarifying)" Tara explains to him, and he nods sharply.
"This wasn't the fucking plan. They were meant to come later" he growls. Then to add to the mounting tension, the rumble of motorbike engines is heard. "I'm dead. They are going to kill me" Salazar panics, and Tara tries to calm him. But nothing can at that moment, and then he holds the gun towards her, and pulls the trigger.
As soon as the gunshot is heard, another immediately follows. Jax pushes his way to Hale, and Unser. "I am going in. I don't give a flying fuck about the rules and law, I am getting my old lady out of there" he tells them, and they both exchange conflicted looks. "Teller, you can't go in without at least a bulletproof vest" Hale sighs, and Jax grabs it as Clay, Chibs, Opie and Bobby makes their way over to him. A blonde woman runs at them, sobbing. They all realize it's Lyla. "Lyla what are you doing here?" Opei asks first, although the others are all surprised to see her. "Please tell me that Tara isn't in there with a shooter. It is all over the news" she explains, tears falling down her cheeks.
Opie looks physically pained, and nods slowly, as if doing so hurt him. Lyla wraps her arms around Opie and Opie doesn't hesitate as he gathers her into a comforting bear hug. "I'll bring her over to a bench so she can calm down" he says gravely, and Jax nods in approvement. He turns towards the hospital and just as he makes his way to the entrance, Hale grabs his arm. "Stahl. She has been sent back. She's being charged with harassment against the Sons of Anarchy, with an overwhelming amount of evidence and an anonymous donor" he tells him, and Jax feels part of the huge weight in his chest ease. "Thanks" he says genuinely as he walks in the entrance, gun held out in front of him.
He easily makes his way to the emergency room, knowing the route from past visits. He bursts in the door, and almost falls to his knees. Tara lying in a pool of blood, as well as Wendy. Tara seems to have gotten shot in the chest, near her shoulder, and Wendy in the stomach. A man's corpse lies still, long forgotten by everyone. Jax's murderous gaze falls to Salazar who opens his mouth to speak, and without any hesitation Jax shoots at him multiple times, making sure the man who harmed his old lady was dead. He fell to his knees beside Tara, who was breathing heavily. "Oh that hurts" she gasps, and Wendy coughs. "Agreed" the blonde woman groans. Jax hears the cops come down the hall, as Tara's eyes being to flutter closed. "I love you darling" he says, tears falling from his eyes, as she goes still, her chest rising and falling slowly. Hale and Unser burst in, guns raised. "He's dead. Get them help. NOW" Jax roars, losing his last remaining attempt at being calm. He continues to clutch Tara's hand as people swarm around him, and all he is thinking is please don't leave me, please don't die.
So... Yeah. That's the next chapter! Stahl is gone, so no jail... Tara's shot, what will happen there?! I know. Well I think so, but I might change my mind, it depends on your guys reaction. I know the end is slightly rushed, but overall I am pretty happy with this chapter (ahh I'm Happy, get it?!). I hope you guys reading like it too, because as I said before I am sick and all, and so tired and my mind is foggy. And my cat (Apollo) is being a little asshole today, scratching everyone who comes near him, so I have to stay with him and not let him do his free roaming cat thing, in case he hurts a child. So guess who gets scratched instead?! Moi. That's who. Anyway I had better go before Apollo makes a mad dash for freedom to the kitchen, and if he goes out there... I will never find him... GOODBYE MY DARLING READER! Love you so much!