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I OWN NOTHING.
I spent the rest of the day crying. I wanted my mother. I needed my mother, but she was gone. I had to start accepting that. My weekend was spent locked in my room, only going out when I knew for sure he was gone.
Monday came by quicker than expected I either had to face the music, let everyone see me and feel sorry for me or I could hide away until the physical damage disappeared.
I chose the second option.
Missing Monday was my plan but life has a way of changing those plans. The bruises didn't go away and I'm officially one week behind.
I heard a knock on the door, I wondered who would be coming to my house eight o'clock on a Friday night. My dad was at work but he could of left early to go by a bar and lost his keys somewhere.
The person knocked on the door again. The knock became more impatient. I told myself, you could do this Tara it's just the door.
I walked over slowly and about to look and see who it was when they startled me again by knocking. I smiled when I saw who it was, Jax.
I opened the door and leaped into his arms.
"Glad to see your still alive" he said before pulling me back.
I was so happy then I remembered.
My head lowered trying to conceal my face with my hair. I could sense he knew something was up. He lifted my face then anger brushed across his.
"Who did this" he stared cold, angry.
"Jax it's nothing!"
"How can you say that, have you looked in the God damn mirror, Tara you look like you just got jumped!" He started pacing back and forth. "Is this the reason why you haven't been at school?"
I nodded
He saw the pain on my face.
"Tara" he said calm as he hugged me, I broke down in his arms
After an hour or so of crying and getting myself in check we went in my room.
"You know I'm going to ask"
"Jax.."
He cut me off by saying "Tara look at you, you cant expect me to ignore this".
"Please Jax it was an accident, he was drunk"
"Wait so are you telling me that your father did this to you!"
I laid down, took a pillow and cover my head. He laid next to me and the tears started once again.
"Tara don't cry" was all I heard.
He pulled me to him. I wish this could have lasted longer but I knew he had to leave before Tommy got home. As he walked out the door he told me to call him later to 'talk and stuff'. Late night conversations with Jax was indescribable. He asked to call him whenever my father was gone.
There was a problem, the next morning he was suppose to go to work but he didnt. He said he needed a break so I figured, with the right amount of liquor, I could sneak out the house.
Jax took me to a park, just me and him. Under this big, massive, magnificent tree laid a blanket and a picnic basket that made me question his motives.
"Where you going with this Teller?"
He kissed my forehead "Don't worry there's no other intention going in this other than to see you smile"
I sat down, laid on his chest, heard his heart beat.
"Tara"
I looked up and met his gaze.
"I want to kiss you right now"
Moment of truth, oh damn, was this real? I took a deep breath, leaned in. He grabbed my face and kissed me passionately.
"I really care about you" he said brushing my hair out of my face with his hands.
"I really care about you too" I responded then we started making out again.
He pulled me on top of him and his hands started wondering. I had to tell him to stop when his hand started moving under my bra.
"Jax"
He finally stopped and I pulled away and sat up. He rubbed my shoulders and told me it was no big deal and he wouldn't rush me into anything.
We started on the food in the picnic basket and he started feeding me strawberries.
"I cannot believe my eyes! Is this really Jackson Teller feeding me strawberries?"
"Well you no me babe, all romantic and shit"
"Yea, sure" I smiled
"How do you feel?" he asked
"Better now" trying to distract him from that sort of conversation I started kissing.
He pulled back and said "trying to distract me huh? Your lucky I really like kissing you"
I smiled and said " Shh don't ruin this, kiss me"
"Don't got to tell me twice"