Tara woke Amber up with a cup of coffee in each had. She sat on the bed and handed Amber a cup.
"How do you feel?" she asked
"Better than I expected to feel but still pretty shitty," she was thankful for the coffee, with all the dreams waking her up all night long she knew she would need a couple more cups to get through the day.
"Boys gone already?" she asked Tara.
"Yeah, they have... they have a lot of stuff to talk about today. Listen Amber there's something I need to bring you up to speed on."
Amber was sickened to learn about Gemma being raped by Weston. It made her wonder about her uncle, if he hadn't been locked up, would he be in Charming right now? Would he and his son be causing just as much trouble as Weston and Zobelle were?
She had been around the club long enough now to know that the news about Gemma's rape would hit all the guys hard. Gemma was their matriarch, their guardian angel as Chibs had called her. This attack, although a physical attack on Gemma alone was an attack on the club. She began to get that itchy feeling she often got when she had stayed too long in one town, when the going got tough Amber tended to jump ship, she forced herself not to think about it.
She wondered if she should try ring Tig. Since getting out of hospital she hadn't bothered trying to contact him, he should have been trying to contact her. But now things were different. She wondered if he needed her. If this attack would mess him up even more than he already was. She pulled out her phone, located his number only to put it back in her pocket. She repeated the motion about ten times while she slowly moved around Jax's spare room getting ready.
She made her way into the kitchen where Tara was sitting with Gemma. She sat down and nodded at Gemma who nodded back but wouldn't meet her eyes.
"The boys are rounding up all our personal supplies," Gemma said looking down at her black coffee. "If you girls have and lying around I'm sure the boys will really appreciate it."
"I only have the one, I keep meaning to pick it up from the Sheriff's office. After last night I was thinking of going to get it today and having it on me at all times."
Tara nodded, "be careful. Around here guns tend to do more harm than good." Her words were not really intended for Amber, maybe not even for Gemma, she seemed to be venting a simple thought.
"I have a couple, but they're registered, serial numbers and all that so kind of useless I guess," Tara shrugged. "Do you want me to take yours to the club house?" she asked Gemma.
Gemma shifted in her seat slightly before composing herself, "Tig came by earlier and took a bunch, bullets too. I'm clean out of all but my own personal one."
Amber felt a pang of emotion. Tig had been at Gemma's only hours earlier. Less than a block away from where she was now and yet he didn't even bother to swing by and check on her.
Suddenly she made the decision to leave Charming. It would take a few days to get things sorted but with all the drama going on with the club at the moment she figured she could slip away without anyone noticing.
As she made a mental note of what she would need to do Gemma and Tara talked about Abel's health and other random chit chat about club supplies. She hadn't heard the chatter stop and the focus shift to her until Tara nudged her.
"Amber, Amber are you okay?" she looked a little concerned.
"Jesus, you've gone all white, even more than normal," added Gemma.
"Ah, yeah, no, I'm fine," she forced a bit of a giggle. "I'm ah, Tara could you give me a lift back to Juices' when you're ready," she said getting up from the table.
"I have to swing by the club so I can take you," Gemma offered half heartedly.
"Okay, thanks. I'll just go get my shit ready."
Okay, be honest, who thought I was dead? Just a short one to get me back into the swing of things. I'm going to move away from trying to follow the season two plot line and just run my own but with the major things from season two in there most likely out of sync.
Teeny.