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Little Toy Bikers and a Woman on the Run
Chapter 23 Baby
Wendy drove her beat-up white Chevy Malibu through the gates of Little Charming Estates. Despite the grand name, Little Charming Estates was a run-down family trailer park at the outer edge of Charming.
Small strips of grass separated one trailer's lot from the next. There were cars parked on the grass, dogs and kids both ran wild and loud arguments provided a permanent sound track to trailer park life.
Wendy parked her car on the grass outside a light blue and white trailer. She opened the front screen door and walked inside.
"Mom, it's Wendy. Are you home?"
When Wendy received no answer, she went in search of her. It didn't take long to find her. Her mother was passed out drunk on her bed. After being gone six weeks, nothing had changed.
She was freshly rehabbed courtesy of Jax Teller, her almost ex-husband. She rubbed her stomach automatically as she felt the baby kick.
Jax hadn't been pleased when she told him she was pregnant. He told her he wasn't ready to be a father. She had scheduled an abortion three times and each time, she found that she couldn't go through with it.
It wasn't out of any great love for the unborn baby she carried. It was simple; that baby was her ticket back into Jax's life. The baby would keep Jax in her life for the next eighteen years. That was a long time. She was confident that she could get Jax to fall in love with her.
She walked into her bedroom and found her hype kit. There were even a couple of thumb bags. It would be wasteful to flush them down the toilet. One little bit of crank would be OK.
Six weeks of rehab had failed to convince Wendy she was addicted to crank. She knew she was strong and could quit whenever she wanted. She'd only gone to rehab to please Jax.
She felt the pinch of the needle and then the crank hitting her bloodstream. It was such a pleasurable experience. Why would she give this up?