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So, here's the second chapter of the Fun Town episode. This is actually a really important episode for this story because ypu get to enjoy the sister kind bond between Tristen and Christina. Let me know what you think about it.
I own nothing except Christina Teller.
'Jesus Christ', Gemma sighed before dropping the phone on the desk and rubbed her eyes. She had been looking for Tristen the previous night with Karen but the other woman had send her home, telling her she would be able to find Tristen by herself. It was clear they had found her but after Christina's text, Gemma was more concerned than ever.
The door of the small office opened, Juice walking in with his laptop under his arm. Looking at Gemma, he saw her grim face.
'Hey Gem', he said before putting the laptop down on the other side of the desk. 'What's with the face?'
'Oswald's little girl', Gemma answered. 'She got raped last night. She's in the hospital'.
'Yeah Clay and Jax just told us. Elliot asked us to go after the bastard', Juice answered, knowing that the first lady would be updated anyway.
'Good', Gemma spoke before straightening her back. 'What are you doing here?'
'Need to use the printer', Juice answered. 'Got some stuff for Clay to print out. Is Christina in the hospital with Tristen?'
Gemma's eyebrows shot up in total confusion. 'Maybe. Why? What is it to you?'
Juice shrugged his shoulders and quickly looked back at his laptop. He had to admit that after the nice evening the day before, he had been looking for Christina in the hopes that it wasn't a onetime thing. It had been nice to talk to a woman instead of only flirting so he would be able to fuck. Juice had been looking for her. But after hearing what had happened to Tristen, Juice figured she would be there. 'I hadn't seen her and hearing what had happened I thought she would be there', he answered. After all, it wasn't a total lie but still, Gemma didn't seem to believe him.
Gemma just decided today wasn't the day to burn Juice on the whole Christina matter. So she let it go. 'Alright idiot', she signed. 'I have to go. Tell Clay to keep me informed'. Gemma kissed his head in a motherly way before exiting the office.
When Gemma was gone and the program on his laptop was still loading, Juice got the phone from his pocket. He stared at it for a second before laying it down. He wanted to text her and ask if she was okay. Juice had seen how close Christina and Tristen were the previous night. He could imagine this being hard on her. But on the other hand, he didn't want to seem desperate. She wasn't just a Crow-Eater he could push up on. Christina was Samcro's princess. Texting her and asking if she was okay could wave a red flag to Clay and Jax. Juice didn't have a dead wish so he decided it would be the best case for everyone if her just concentrated on the search at hand.
Christina would lie if she said she was just a little angry about being called, hearing Hale tell her to go to TM so officers could take her statement. The young woman was pissed off. This was clear to Bobby, Tig, Clay and Jackson who stood outside the garage, looking over the lot where she just pulled into. Both Clay and Jax took a deep breath, knowing this was going to be life threatening for the officers who were getting coffee in the little office.
Christina took long strives while she walked towards her brother, step-father and uncles. Steam was almost coming out of her ears. She didn't want to leave Tristen behind. She had just started to succeed in cheering the girl up a bit. Christina had made her nails pretty, polished them a pretty pink before they had started a game of carts when she received the call. Elliot had to push her out of the room, telling her that co-operating was probably for the best before she had started walking on her own. Tristen had started looking scared again as soon as Christina told her she had to leave. Even promising her to return hadn't calmed her down.
'What the fuck is this little circus act?!' Christina asked in a furious voice as soon as the men were in earshot. 'I was comforting the young girl. I'm not even a male so why do they want me here?'
'Hale said you had been there too last night and you could probably help with the investigation', Jackson answered. 'Because, apparently, the return of Charming's princess had been the talk of the town'.
'Perfect', Christina said in an angry sign. 'Let's get this over with then'.
'That's going to be a problem, actually', Bobby said. 'The officers are taking their time. I don't think they find catching a rapist that urgent'.
'Well I will tell them my opinion then', Christina said before turning towards the office, deciding that she was going to tell these so called police officers to hurry up already. But unfortunately she didn't make it to the office in time. Two pair of arms had gotten to her and were now pulling her back. 'Easy there doll. We don't want to put ourselves in an even bigger spotlight now do we?' Tig whisper yelled in her ear.
'I don't fucking care!' Christina said in the same voice before pulling herself out of Tig and Jackson's grip. She turned around, tears brimming in her eyes. 'You haven't seen her yet. Tristen is broken! She is scared out of her mind, doesn't want to talk about it and she is so panicked. I had to make her so many promises before she even started to relax a little bit. Costed me my best nail polish and three games of carts before she even smiled a little. Not the full, happy smile I'm used to but a watery, little pull from her lips'.
'I'm sorry Chris', Clay said while laying a hand on her shoulder. 'We really are but Tig is right. We have to play it cool here. The only reason they are here is because Hale wants us away from the rapist. He's afraid we are going to finish him before justice can get to him'.
'You are going to, right?' Christina whispered to him.
Clay nodded slightly. 'Elliot told me you were the one to send him to us. You did the right thing, Christina'.
'I don't care if it was right or wrong', she snapped. 'That girl is 13. She is the closest thing I have to a little sister. I saw her grow up, gave her advice about what to do and what not to do. I cooked for her when she wanted, asked mom to get us Burger King because we craved it since I didn't have my driver's license yet. She laughed with me, she cried with me and she promised me to tell me everything. But just an hour ago, she started crying because she apparently made a promise with her mother. She wasn't allowed to tell anyone what happened, just her'.
'What do you mean?' Jax asked his little sister. 'Elliot told us she is in shock and doesn't remember much'.
'I'm convinced she knows everything', Christina whispered. 'But we all know the Oswalds. They don't trust anyone with their secrets, especially Karen. I think even Elliot doesn't know'.
'Your sister is right, Jax', Clay said. 'Even if that little girl knows, the chances of anyone finding out is almost zero'.
'Which will make our job only harder to do', Tig said.
'Try to work on Tristen', Jackson said to her. 'If there is anyone who has a chance of finding out who did this to her, it's you. She trusts you, Chris. Even after so many years she still looks up at you'.
'I will, but only if you promise me something'.
'Anything', Clay said before anyone ells could.
'Find that guy before Hale does. Because if he does, you guys have no chance of getting to him again. And when you do find him, you take care of him and make sure he will never do this to any other girl ever again. Show him what happens to guys like him when they bring their business into Charming'.
Jackson looked at Clay before the president nodded his head. 'You got it princess. And how could I ever ignore a royal command'.
Christina sighed after having send her reply on Elliot's text. Apparently, Tristen was getting nervous. But Charming PD wasn't letting them go. They really were taking their time.
'I can't believe these assholes are taking another coffee break', Jackson said, speaking the minds of everyone. Christina put away her phone and saw indeed that the two officers were leaning on the hood of their patrol car with another coffee cup in their hands.
'Total jerk off', Clay whispered so only they could hear. 'Hale knows we're looking for the guy after all. We're gonna be here all day'.
'Not going to happen', Christina said with a mischievous grin on her face before looking at her uncle Tig. 'Hey Tiggy, don't you have some of those special sweeteners lying around somewhere?'
Tig looked at her confused. 'Special sweeteners?' he asked at first but then he saw her face. He grinned back at her. 'Ow yeah. Of course. Two double "tranquiccinos" coming up. Help me with this doll'. The two left Clay and Jax grinning like idiots before walking into the clubhouse before going to the office. While Tig poured in half of the bag containing white pills Christina stood next to the entrance, keeping an eye on the officers who were clearly keeping their eye on her. She send them some winks and little waves so she was keeping their attention, keeping it away from Tig inside the office.
Looking over her shoulder when Clay came inside, she saw Tig mixing the coffee with the pills. 'We're looking at a 12-hour nap pops', she whispered when he walked by.
'Nice', he answered before letting Christina look at their targets again. When the officers stood up and walked their way, she let Jackson do the work. She was going to be too obvious now. She smiled flirtatiously at them while Jackson tips off Tig.
'Fresh pot boys', Tig said before they entered, letting their eyes linger over the young woman who was now standing next to her brother. Jackson was giving them the evil eye, which almost made Christina crack up. The two of them listened while Tig refilled their cups, telling them it was "hot" but that didn't seem to keep them from their fluid.
'Jackson? Christina?' Tig asked them to make it less obvious.
'No thank you', Jackson said while trying not to smile. Christina shook her head before giving her brother a small push. The two of them smiled when they heard two slight thuds, signaling that the officers had fallen.
Christina looked inside, a smile on her lips. 'That was a quick one, Tig', she commented.
'Good to the last drop', Clay reacted.
All of them started laughing, Clay and Tig walking out. 'That was so bad', Christina's uncle said but it was obvious he wasn't sorry for it. She heard Jax make another comment but she was already cracking up, her belly starting to hurt.
'Get out of here, kid', Jackson said to her which made her pull out of her laughter. 'Tristen is probably missing you'.
'She is', Christina said before kissing his cheek. 'If you need something, call me. I will call once I find something out'.
'Work your magic, little sis'.
Christina smiled at him in an evil way before walking back towards her car and speeding towards St. Thomas and the girl that needed her.
Tristen was sleeping which was something Christina was happy about. The girl had been exhausted and nervous under the stares of her parents, looking at her like she was going to crack any second. Which would probably be the case if Karen wasn't in the room constantly. She had been playing around with her phone a little when Hale knocked on the door, which got her out of the room for a little. Christina knew it wasn't going to be for long but hopefully long enough to get some reinforcements.
She got her phone and called the number she needed to. After only ringing twice, it got picked up.
'Hey sweetheart', her mother said. 'You still with Tristen?'
'Yeah, I am. She is resting right now and Karen finally left the room for a bit', she answered. 'I need a favor'.
'What is it?'
'Can you keep Karen out of the room for a little? Maybe talk to her about this whole happening?'
'Clay told me you though she remembers and was going to try and get it out of her'.
'I want to help mom. She can't keep bottling this up. And not telling anyone who did it but knowing exactly who it was, that stuff ain't right'.
'I know sweetie. I will see what I can do. Saw her arguing with Hale a couple of minutes ago. Text me when she's out again'.
'Will do. Thanks mom', Christina said before hanging up. Not even ten seconds later, Karen returned.
'Is she still asleep?' Karen asked.
'Yeah', Christina lied. She had seem Tristen's eyes open before her mother walked in but had closet them the door opened. 'She needs it. She is exhausted. Probably too afraid to go to sleep'.
Karen was quiet. She just stepped closer until she stood next to the chair Christina set in. 'It's bizarre how good you still know her. Even after all those years of absence', Karen whispered. 'Even now I think you know her better than I do. Why is that?'
'Probably because I listen to her needs instead of my own', Christina spoke which shocked Karen. 'I don't mean to disrespect you Karen, but that is just how I feel about it. I only babysat her but still… when I was there with her, she told me everything she couldn't tell you. Yes she would tell you what happened during the day but she never told you how she felt about it. For that she came to me, for advice she always asked me. She would only ask you if I would say: "I don't know maybe you should ask your mother about this". Why do you think that is Karen? It's not because I am always there but neither are you. Do you want to know what she said to me this morning when I came here? She told me she didn't want to break the promise she made with me, but she also didn't want to disappoint you. She is in pain because she is not able to tell anyone. She told you probably but not Elliot. Maybe she did but you guys, you are damn good actors. She needs to tell someone how she feels about it, what she thinks is wrong and right in this situation. You can't give her that'.
Karen looked at her in total shock, tears brimming in her eyes but not spilling. She swallowed, got rid of her pride before speaking again. 'Sometimes I forget that you are not just that cute girl that babysat my daughter. Sometimes I forget you are one of them', she said.
Christina huffed in annoyance before standing up and facing Karen. 'Maybe I am one of them', she spat. 'But that doesn't make me incapable of having feelings. I care about Tristen, I love her as if she is my own sister. I want to protect her. And yes, I am Samcro's princess. But you know what? That just makes me damn proud. Because unlike some, I was learned how to protect myself, how to stand up for myself, had a lot of pain but survived it and above all I protect those I love – blood or not. Does that make me wrong Karen? Do you think I am wrong for your daughter now only because I want to protect her? I know you try to do the same thing but you're failing. Now, give someone else a chance'.
The woman looked at her as if she was a ghost. Her blood had turned cold, eyes glassy because of tears which were trying to escape. But before they could, Karen had turned around and quickly walked out of the room. When the door closet behind her Christina turned back towards the bed, looking at Tristen who still had her eyes closet. Quickly, she texted her mother, telling her Karen had gone out of the room.
'I know you're awake missy', Christina said when she sat down in the chair again, putting her phone away. 'You might fool your mother but you don't fool me'.
As expected, Tristen opened her eyes and tried to sit up again. 'How did you know I was awake?' she asked with her eyes down.
'Like I said to your mother; I know you too well'.
Tristen swallowed visibly. 'Why did you say all that?' the young girl asked next, her eyes holding a broken emotion.
'Because it had to be said', Christina whispered. 'That secret you had to keep; I'm worried about it. I see how much it bothers you. I see how much you want to tell someone about how you feel about it. She has no right to keep you from doing so'.
'But she is my mother', Tristen tried. 'She has the right to ask that of me right?'
'No, she doesn't. You are thirteen years old. It's about time you start making your own decisions and learn from them. When I was your age I was already sneaking out, going to parties and smoking. All of it behind my mother's back. And then I got caught one time because my brother Jackson threw me under the bus'.
'Did you learn never to do it again?' Tristen asked.
'No', Christina answered. 'I learned to never ask my brother to cover for me again so I wouldn't get caught'.
Tristen laughed because of that, a real laugh. It was one that made Christina smile brightly. 'Trissie, you can tell me your secret. I know you are not in shock. I know you remember everything. Gosh, you mother won't even tell your father that! You have to tell someone. And always tell someone you trust'.
'Do I have to tell the cops too?' she asked in a trembling voice.
Christina thought about it for a couple of seconds. 'Not if you don't want to sweetie'.
'But the cops do catch all the bad guys, right?'
'Sometimes', Christina answered. 'But they can't catch everyone'.
'Doesn't that mean that if I won't tell them the guy that… did this, he won't get caught?'
Christina smiled at her before stroking a hair away from her eyes and behind her ear. 'Don't worry about that. He will get what he deserves. I promise'.
'Is it wrong to want someone to get hurt because they hurt you?'
'No sweetie, it isn't. Not in this case. That guy deserves much more than just being hurt'.
Tristen's eyes started to tear up, her lip starting to tremble. Christina got up from the chair and set herself on the edge of the hospital bed before taking the girl in her arms and let her cry against her chest.
'I want him to feel just as much pain as I felt', the girl said in between sobs. 'I am so angry. Why did it happen to me? I'm so scared. I want him to suffer. I want him to suffer badly'.
Christina pushed Tristen off of her just enough for her to take Tristen's face in her hands. She stroked the tears away, a dark look in her eyes. Seeing Tristen like this made her so angry. It broke her heart. 'He will', she whispered. 'I will make sure he will never hurt you ever again. I will make sure he will regret doing this to you. And you, young lady; you are going to survive. You already did. The only thing you now have to do is move on and I'm sure you will. You will overcome this and become even stronger than you already are'.
Tristen breathed in deeply before nodding her head in Christina's hands. 'I want to be like you, Chrissie', she whispered next. 'I want to be just as strong as you. Will you help me? Moving on I mean…'
Christina smiled before kissing the girls forehead. 'I will be there, right beside you, every step of the way. When you need me I'll be just one phone call away. I promise sweetie'.
Tristen smiled before moving a little so her head was laying on Christina's shoulder. Christina held her close while stroking Tristen's shoulder.
'You can tell me Tris', Christina whispered next. 'You can tell me what happened, what you think and how you feel. You can tell me who did it'.
Tristen was silent a moment before nodding her head against Christina's shoulder. 'I will', the girl whispered in an answer. 'You will make sure he will never hurt me or any girl again?'
Christina maneuvered her head so she looked Tristen directly in the eyes. 'Yes, I will'.
When Christina walked out of the room, Karen was standing right next to the door. Her eyes were puffy and red from crying which was understandable. Christina decided her brother could wait a little longer.
'She told me everything', Christina whispered so nobody would hear. 'The dunk tank clown, how he bashed her over the head after he told her he could help her look for her parents'.
'I still just can't believe it', Karen whispered with a raspy voice. 'My little girl…'
'She is forced to grow up now', Christina interrupted. 'And I'm sorry for that'.
'I just didn't want it to become a trial. I don't want her to be that pour little girl that got raped at the local carnival'.
'I'm pretty sure she already is. How long do you think it will get the papers to get a hold on this story? It's going to be in the local paper tomorrow morning. But this', Christina said while pointing at the room Tristen was in, 'what you are making her do is wrong, Karen. She will only keep bottling things up'.
'I know', Karen said while tears started streaming again. 'I just didn't want people to look at her differently because of this'.
'They will. Look around you and see how people look at me just because I am Samcro's princess. Do you think that never bothered me? Of course it did. In high school nobody wanted to befriend me because either their parents forbid it or they were afraid to lose their life. The only people I ever befriended were my brother and best friend's girlfriends and my nieces Dawn and Fawn. I was forced to grow up as well because I couldn't let it keep beating me down. I will tell you exactly what I told her. It doesn't matter what "people" think. Those who respect her for who she really is will come around, her real friends will accept her for who she is. She is Tristen and she will always be Tristen. But for some people she will always be the thirteen year old girl that got raped at Fun Town'.
Karen looked at her in amazement before she got a watery smile on her lips. She nodded her head. Karen understood what Christina was trying to tell her. 'I'm sorry for what happened in the room before', the elder woman apologized. 'I shouldn't have said those things'.
'I'm sorry too', Christina said before smiling as well. 'You are her mother'.
'That is exactly why I shouldn't have stopped her from telling. I scared her I know that but…'
'You were also trying to protect her. That's what mothers do. Never come between a mother and her child. Her husband is fine but her kid… that's a dead sentence'.
Karen laughed about that before rubbing the tears from her cheeks. 'Thank you Christina. I really am, for everything. For being there when she was little and for being here now. Will you be there for her when she is "forced to grow up", as you described it'.
'Every single step of the way. I already succeeded my first mission which was to make her laugh again'.
'She laughed again?' Karen asked in amazement with a sparkle in her eyes.
'She did. Not a forces one but a sincere happy one. She will get there Karen, I know she will. Tristen is a strong girl and she will grow up to be even stronger'.
Karen hit her arms around the young blonde, hugging her and kissing the side of Christina's head before letting go and smiling with tears in her eyes once again. 'Thank you', Karen whispered. 'Now if you will excuse me I think I need to talk to Hale, give him a statement'.
'I told her she doesn't have to talk to the police if she doesn't want to'.
Karen nodded her head. 'She doesn't. I will talk to them'.
Christina kissed Karen's cheek before straightening her back. 'I will just get some coffee', she announced. 'Told Tristen I would be back soon. Do you want some? Cappuccino, black or maybe something else?'
'That would be great, thank you. Black with just a lot of sugar'.
Christina nodded before walking the other way. As soon as she was around the corner, she stepped through the double doors and into the NICU, her brother waiting not far from the first waiting room.
'Hey', he greeted her as soon as he saw her. Jackson kissed his sister's cheek before getting down to business. 'You find out who did it?'
'Yeah, Tristen told me everything. Karen Oswald confirmed it right after, that's why it took so long by the way and sorry for that. Anyway, it was one of the carnies that raped her. Fat dude, dressed like a clown. Saw one, actually. Wasn't he the dunk-tank clown?'
'Jesus Christ', Jackson cursed under his breath. 'Yeah he was. Does Hale know?'
'Should be around know. Karen is making a statement so you guys should hurry up or slow Hale down'.
Jackson nodded. 'Alright, thanks Chrissie. I owe you one'. After another quick kiss on the cheek, Jackson was gone.
Christina kept staring at the corner where he had left, doubting for just a second if she had done the right thing. But soon enough it hit her. Yes she had done the right thing. She had done it to protect Tristen.
Tristen was sound asleep in the hospital bed. For the first time she looked peaceful. Christina sipped at her coffee, consent with the image of the girl. It would take her a while to completely heal from the mental wounds but she would. Christina had faith in her.
She got pulled from her thoughts by a ringing sound coming from her phone. Christina picked up her purse, snatching it out and looking at the display. It was her brother calling her, hopefully with some good news.
Christina picked up the phone before holding it against her ear. 'Yeah?' she asked.
'It's done', Jackson answered quickly. 'As promised. This guy won't hurt any girl no more'.
'Good', Christina signed. 'Thanks Jax. I really appreciate it'.
'It's what had to be done. No one gets away with something like that in our borders. You know that'.
'I do. But still, I appreciate it. Good night, brother'.
'Get some sleep sis. You have been awake for way too long. Love you'.
'Love you too. Bye'. Christina hang up her phone before putting it back in her purse. For a second she closed her eyes and signed, happy because of how it ended.
'What's going on?' a sleepy voice asked from the bed.
Christina opened her eyes and looked at Tristen whose eyes were slightly ajar. 'Nothing sweetie', she whispered. 'Go back to sleep. Everything is okay now'.
Tristen looked like she wanted to ague but had no energy. Instead, she nodded her head before laying it back down on the pillow, quickly drifted off to sleep again.
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