Disclaimer: I do not have any ownership over the characters in this story except for those I have created on my own.
A/N: I am so so so sorry for the long wait between updates, I haven't been in a very good writing zone as of late and I kinda lost my mojo. Enjoy
Trouble in Paradise
Ryanna P.O.V
"Um, Abel?" I asked tentatively over the phone line. "Ryanna! Where the fuck are you guys?" I heard my dad in the
background, he sounded so worried and was trying to
convince Abel to give him the phone. "Hey, I'm gonna put you on speaker, alright?" I responded with a quiet affirmative. "Mom doesn't know that I'm calling, but she packed everything up and made Thomas and I go with her to her dad's old house." My dad groaned and then I heard Uncle Happy come over the line, "You guys alright though?"
In my mind's eye a sight of my mother came into view, her face was hardened, every inch of her was drawn taut and ready to pounce. Behind that appearance, I saw something that made my gut clench in fear, she looked broken. "Uh, alright is kinda a relative term. We're all safe, but somethings wrong with Mom. She is the definition of pissed, Uncle Hap, I've never seen her this angry before. It's just that, well I don't know how to describe it, but she looks broken."
Jax P.O.V
Hearing Ryanna's sweet voice over the phone brought a sense of relief over my raw nerves, but the message she was sending did nothing to ease my sense of forbearance. Deep down, I knew what this conversation means; it means that Tara had to have found out what happened in Nevada, nothing else makes sense. I don't know how on earth she found out this quickly, or at all, but I'm praying that this is all a big misunderstanding and that my guilty conscience is weighing on me.
"Ryanna, we're coming over, don't tell your mom though, alright?" She answers with a solemn "Yes sir", and I just know that if, more likely when, she finds out what I've done, she will hate me. "Okay baby, just hold on. I love you." "I love you too daddy." Closing the phone and returning it to Abel, I close my eyes and take a shuttering breath. I say nothing more to my two companions and head towards the door and subsequently my bike. Jesus Christ, I have ruined my family, what have I done? The mantra spun through my thoughts as I start up my bike and make my way towards my heart…
A/N 2: I know this was really short, but I just needed to get something up to give me a bit of confidence again. Bear with me please, I would appreciate any advice or ideas you guys have for where this story should go. Sometimes my writing just becomes blah, and by blah I mean shit. Thanks! xoxo