A|N: ok HSLP here you go. and to everyone else thanks for the reviews!!! keep em coming!!! oh and i have to put this at some point,
*in annoyed tone* i do not own sons of anarchy, jax, juice or anyother characters.....except Selana and Aemelia.......especially Aemelia....mwahahah (yay for slaves)
........P.S. i'm sorry for anyone i've offended. slavery is wrong....unless its your best friend.
As they went into their "Church" and waited for this "Jax" guy, my cell went off in my pocket. Imediatly I reconized the number, I ran outside for better service.
"Hello?" I quickly answered.
"Bitch! You gotta get to work Pepe-la-Pu is freaking out. We have 8 people in here?! Did you forget it's prom season? Then I got four girls in here who want their hair done for their quinceanera's!!" Aemelia said freaking out.
"Em, calm down. I'm not coming in today." I winced knowing the responce.
"'Calm down'?!! What the hell do you mean your not coming in today there is no whay i'm dealing with French Fry by my self ok?!"
"Em, I'm in Charming...." I said calmly.
There was silence......
"Em....Aemelia?"
"What happened." (For those of you at home let me explain. First off "Pepe-La-Pu" \ "French Fry" is my boss. Aemelia and I work at a Salon. Jon Claud is a tall thin who speaks with a french accent, now, Jon Claud is not french. Infact he is from Burbank CA. But he thinks he sounds like he knows what he is doing when he talks like that, in short, he is an ass. Now Second, Aemelia is my best and only friend. She knows everything about me and my family and about the Mayans. She moved to Oakland the year Juice left. So in his "abandonment" as she calls it, she has begun to loath him.)
I told Aemelia my story."Why in gods name didnt you come here?" she screamed.
"I didnt want him coming after you too. That's the last think i want." I moaned.
"Do you want me to come down?"
"NO!" I shouted. "I dont want Alverez knowing where I am he'll have one of his goons follow you. Or worse try to start something. Just stay where your at. We'll get it sorted out." I said thinking of Juice's words.
"I dont like you being around him." She spat out the words.
"He's my brother." It wasnt much of an answer.
"Yeah one who left you to fend for yourself cause he was too chicken shit to stand up to that mexican ass hole...no offence." She said that alot whenever she putdown someones race. It never bothered me, but I guess growing up in a white Christian home does things to you. Though she had roughed it up a bit since we met. Her parents know me as the bad influence getting her into music and pot and in some sense...Anarchy.
"It'll be fine Hun, I just need to lie low for a while." There was a crash on the other end of the line.
"Ah shit! I think the French Whore knocked over the candy machine, I gotta go. Call me if anything updates." I agreed then hung up.
I sat outside fo a minute or so letting the fresh air hit my right eye. It started to rain a little. It felt nice. After I decided I didnt want to get wet because this was my only pair of clothes I got up and went inside.
It was warmer inside. I wish I'd thought to bring my coat when I jumped out my window. Good thing I eat my Wheaties. I thought to myself. I settled down and grabbed another beer from the bar. This time a put a five in the drawr feeling guilty from last time. I was about to take a sip when I heard a strange sound that made me jump. It almost sounded like a person, but quick and loud. Then it happend again, only this time the sound was obvious. A crying baby! I walked around the pool table to the door of the "Church" and there in a blue car seat was a baby boy crying. He was a small baby, looked like a new born. He had a blue Sons of Anarchy hat on and mismatched pants and shirt, and no socks! Who the hell would leave a baby in a fucking bar?! I thought to myself. Instantly I picked him up. He settled a little, but he still wanted something. I checked his diper. It was clean thank god. There was no diper bag or anything! Just an empty bottle in the side of the car seat. I looked around the bar bouncing him lightly. Ah Ha! Near the mixed drinks there was a small quart of milk next to the vodka. I made my way to the back of the bar. They served food and food meant microwave. And there it was. I fixed the baby his drink, after testing the milk to make sure it wasnt pre mixed with vodka, and gave it to him. He quickly quieted down. I went back to the couch near the pool table and he quickly fell asleep. I started dozing off too when the "Church" door opened. I sat up a little so not to upset the sleeping child. A few men stepped out at a time. I looked for my brothers face. The third to step out was the blonde one with the serious look, Jax. He looked at the carseat.
"Oh fuck!" He shouted. "Where the fuck is Abel!? Oh FUCK!" He started pacing looking at the floor. I got up, wondering if i should let him suffer. Finally I walked up to him.
"Is this your son?" I asked. He quickly grabed him and hugged him. "Who the hell are you?" I looked back at him in shock. "I'm the one who fed your starving child, and I deffinatly didnt leave him to get stolen you ass!" Juice quickly came up from behind me. "Um, Selena?"
"What?!" I shouted.
"He's Vice Pres, I dont think you should be yelling at him."
"I punched the President of the Mayans square in the face I think I can handle some white yuppie." I glared at Jax. He glared back coddeling his son.
"She's a firecracker in't she?" Clay laughed breaking the silence.
"I told you she had a mouth on her. " Juice said pulling me to the side. I rolled my eyes at him. Then noticed how stern his face looked. "Juice, what's wrong?" He was quiet for a while. "Clay wasnt having a meeting about a girl staying in the club. He knew you'd be here. Alverez.....he put a hit out on her." I stood there shock. But Juice still had something else to tell. "Juan, what's is it." Finally tears filled his eyes. My heart sank. Juan Carlos Ortiz cried for noone! "He.....he burnt down the house...." He looked down. It took a second for it to sink in.....
"Mom." Was all I managed to get out before the world spun around me and I felt the hard floor hit my head.
