A/N: Ok guys, from here on out, you're going to be getting quite a few glimpses into how Jordan and Juice came to be, as well as Jordan's past with Matthew and what sent her running to Charming to begin with, which was also suggested by Majestic Butterfly.
The sky outside Stockton turned an eerie gray color as the sun started to set, storm clouds slowly moving in. Jordan sat in her cell, her knees drawn up and her chin resting on them. She stared out the window and sighed. Her once long blond hair she had taken so much pride in, was now cut close to her head, just barely falling in her eyes. She knew better than anyone on the outside that she didn't deserve to be there. She could see the wheels in Juice's head turn when she saw him last. That had been two days ago and she couldn't get him, along with a few other things, out of her head.
Every time she closed her eyes, all she could see was his pain filled eyes. Yes, she had been cold with him, but it was something she knew she had to do. The more she made it seem like she didn't care, that she didn't love him and the club with every ounce of her being, they'd be safer. It wasn't just coincidence she ended up where she was and the less Juice and the boys knew the better.
She shuddered when she thought about being there. Mostly because she couldn't think about being there without thinking about why she was there the events that led up to it.
November 14th, 2009
Jordan glanced at the clock and picked up the pace. The glowing numbers on the microwave clock told her it was 2:45. Fifteen more minutes and her dad would be up and getting ready for work. She sighed and looked at the dryer that still had at least twenty-five minutes left and the hamburger in the pan that refused to cook. She was glad it was Thursday though, because that meant he was off work tomorrow and would be headed to St. James for the weekend.
She picked up the spatula and poked at the burger that was still half raw. She threw the spatula on the counter and made her way over to the freezer, pulling the door open and grabbing ice packs out. She tossed them on the opposite counter and made her way over to the dryer. She breathed a sigh of relief when she reached inside and felt that the clothes were dry. She was just pouring a tall cup of coffee when her parents' bedroom door opened and her dad stepped out, looking cranky as ever.
"My clothes done?" He asked in a gruff tone. Jordan fought the urge to roll her eyes. Instead, she just nodded and handed him the pile of clothes.
"Lunch is almost done." She told him, nodding towards the stove. He just grunted and went back into his room, closing the door behind him. Jordan turned back to the stove and frowned down at the hamburger. "It's gonna have to be good enough." She muttered to herself. She had just gotten the hamburgers on the plate when her dad threw open the bedroom door and stormed out.
"Where the hell is my other sock? He snapped at her. She froze. She could have sworn there were two socks in the load. But apparently there wasn't, her dad glaring at her was evidence enough.
"I…I don't know. I thought they were both in there." She stammered. He continued to glare at her, causing her to shift uneasily.
"Well apparently not. Find it." He growled, picking up the plate and disappearing back into the bedroom. She cringed as the door slammed shut behind him and started sorting through the clothes on top of the dryer. She heard the door open again and her dad stormed out, slamming the plate on the counter so hard it almost shattered.
"That was absolutely disgusting. It wasn't even cooked." She turned to look at him, her eyes bored. She was used to this, as it was an every other day occurrence, so it didn't bother her. "Look at this place." He continued. "It's filthy. I can't live like this anymore." She hesitated, not sure how to respond. She had heard this more than once.
She looked around at the load of clothes in front of the washer, the few dishes in the sink and the dog toys and game systems in the living room and wondered what he meant. It didn't look bad, it looked normal to her, but nowadays, even the smallest thing set him off.
She was brought back to the reality when he dropped his duffel bag and gun case by the door. She watched as he disappeared back into the bedroom and came back with a backpack. Jordan was completely stunned. Was this really happening? Her mom was at work and her dad was packing to leave, possibly for good? She watched as he grabbed his bags and went out the door. Now she really wasn't sure what to do.
"You can tell your mother she better keep this job. You guys are going to need it." He paused, his hand on the door handle. "And I won't be back." She followed him out onto the porch and watched wordlessly with tears in her eyes as her dad climbed into the truck and drove away.