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The Worst Kind of Heartache

Tara's birthday party was in full swing, even though the birthday girl herself hadn't arrived yet. There was booze, food, good music, and most importantly, a whole bunch of Tara's friends. Some of them were her college friends, some from her old job.

Her parents couldn't make it since they were stuck in Switzerland on some business conference. Nevertheless they had sent her their present and promised to meet up the first chance they got.

The clubhouse was full of bikers and the guys from the club, that Tara's friends seemed as if they didn't belong at all in this crazy world.

In one corner of the clubhouse were Tig and Juice, smiling and chugging at their beer since this was a special occasion. Clay was animatedly talking to Gemma and Thomas by the bar, while Jax and Opie sat in one of the booths, both silent, waiting for their crushes to come.

If Jax had been paying any attention to his friend, he would have noticed the secret glances, hushed talks and laughs that had lately been passing between Donna and Opie. He would have noticed his friend's cheeks blush whenever Donna appeared and his no-so-subtle seduction technique. Maybe he would have offered Opie some advice as to where to take Donna on their first date and what to say.

But Jax's head was elsewhere, far away from the club, this stupid party, and everyone there. He kept glancing at the door, wishing she would just come already. He was at wits' end, afraid he was going crazy.

It had been days since he saw her, and in all that time she still hadn't told him what she was going to do. Granted, the decision was not easy to be made, but he knew, he just knew that she had to choose him. They loved each other, she told him she did.

At first, what he felt for her was unfamiliar, strange, and kind of insane. Now, the feeling was ... it was good, it felt right. It warmed him from the inside, gave him a sense of joy, of hope. All he wanted was to be with her, to feel her small body pressed against his, their hands intertwined. He wanted to make her happy, to make her feel like she was the only girl in the world, because for him she was. His every waking thought was her: her silky brown hair, her warm green eyes, her smile that could melt even the coldest of hearts, and her innuendo-filled mind that had him laughing his ass off whenever he would remember certain events.

His leg was jumping up and down under the table, and he kept scratching his beard in a nervous manner.

Where the hell was she?

As he cast another glance towards the entrance, his mind went blank and all he could see, hear, and smell was her.

She was dressed in knee length crème dress with lace straps and black pumps. Her wavy hair was hanging loose around her shoulders. He stood up and started walking towards her, trying not to grin like an idiot.

Then the people started singing 'Happy Birthday' and for the first time in his life, he started singing along, unable to hide the smile that stretched his lips so much he feared he looked as creepy as Joker.

He kept himself aloof, watching as she beamed at her friends and wiped a stray tear. Even from where he was standing he could still smell her cherry scent, one that had been permanently seared into his mind from day one. Seeing her so happy made his heart swell, and he only hope that some of that happiness was reserved for him as well.

With the song over, people came up to her to hug her and wish her all the best. The guys made some obscene jokes and Jax wanted to strangle them for even daring to talk to her that way. She answered them in the same way and the room filled out with laughter.

Jax waited another couple of minutes before he decided to come up to her himself. With every step he took, his heart beat faster against his chest, his hands trembled, and his throat was as dry as a desert. Good thing he had his oasis right in front of him, he thought.

All his hopes went down the drain when Neal entered, saying 'I'm sorry, I couldn't find a place to park what with all the cars and bikes...' and kissed Tara's cheek tenderly. She leaned into him as he whispered something in her ear. She shook her head, and as if some unspoken conversation passed between them, her eyes glittered with excitement as Neal cleared his throat, drawing everyone's attention to himself.

-"Hi, everybody. I'm thrilled you're all here. Today is a very special day because this lady right here was born exactly" –Tara slapped his arm playfully before he could say her age. –"hahah, well some time ago. I wish her all the luck in this world, all the love, and happiness that someone like her deserves."

Neal looked down warmly at Tara, and taking her hand he kissed it. She flushed a little, her cheeks coloured in the cutest shade of red.

"You've made my life so much better, and I can't even express the depth of my love for you. "- he said, caressing her cheek, his eyes locked with hers. She looked at Neal with so much adoration it made Jax sick. Neal continued. -"However, today we're not celebrating just Tara's birthday. Today, we're celebrating a new phase in her and my life. "

Colour drained from Jax's face and his eyes filled with tears because he sensed something bad was going to happen. No, no, no, he prayed to God, to Buddha, to whomever was listening to him. Not this, no.

Something glittered on Tara's finger, and as Neal turned her hand towards the silent audience, Jax felt like he was going to throw up.

No, he mouthed, his eyes widening in shock as Neal very cheerfully announced:

-"We got married!"

Tara and he kissed, her perfectly manicured fingers lacing around his neck and his muscular arm wrapping around her waist as he pulled her closer. Jax gasped for air, tears pricking his eyes. He clenched his fists, trying not to do something stupid. Like beat Neal's head against the bar. Or rip his arms off.

His heart could've stopped beating in that moment and he would've welcomed death gladly if it meant he didn't have to live through this, seeing the women he loved married to someone else.

This must be some cruel joke.

Before he could launch at Neal who in that exact moment became his biggest foe, he felt someone's hand on his arm.

-"Come on Jax. Don't do anything stupid." – Thomas pleaded, pulling him towards the back exit. Jax obliged numbly.

The pain was worse than that time Felix kicked him in the chest with so much force that he had to get CPR; or that time Harrison had him in chokehold that he saw stars; or that first time he got into a fight in prison and he barely made it out alive.

Thomas led him outside speaking some kind of comfort words, like that was going to make things better. Like that was going to make Tara unmarried.

Jax didn't see anything didn't hear his brother; he felt his lungs burn from the lack of oxygen as he was holding his breath. And before he knew it, he let out his anger the only way he could.

He launched with the full force of his fist towards a wall, hitting it repeatedly. He heard Thomas yell at him, but his voice was so distant, barely audible.

Jax's hand was bleeding, but he didn't register that or he didn't care. He didn't care about anything anymore. His screams echoed in the dark night as his heart broke into millions of pieces he wasn't quite sure would ever be pieced together again.

(Long time no read :D Thank you for sticking around, guys. Review and tell me if you saw this coming :D)