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Little Toy Bikers and a Woman on the Run
Chapter 45 Watched
She was standing at the windows hoping to catch a glimpse of Jax walking around the lake. Just as she was about to give it up for the night and watch a movie she'd rented about King Arthur because the actor playing the lead reminded her a little of Jax, she saw him. He was with that blonde whore again.
That blonde whore could still barely walk. A toddler could walk faster and better. There was a rumor floating around that she had gotten hurt having sex with Jax. That was exactly what she suspected. Jax was just with her because he felt guilty that he'd messed her up physically.
She wondered how long it would take before the blonde whore could walk right, so Jax wouldn't have to be around her anymore. There was no way that Jax was around her because he wanted to be. No girl could hold Jax's attention for very long because he needed a different kind of girl. He needed a girl like her.
In addition to the rumor about how the blonde whore got hurt, there was another juicy rumor that Jax told Tara he never wanted to see her again. That wasn't the juicy part.
Tara had a nervous breakdown at the hospital in the middle of surgery and had to be massively sedated and then taken to the locked psych ward and put in a strait jacket. It was a good place for that pasty faced bitch.
She hated Tara. A lot of the town's population felt the same way. By the time Tara left Charming, she'd burned a lot of bridges. She strutted around town telling everyone how only backward people would stay in a backward town like Charming. Well, that bitch had crawled back to Charming and taken a crap job at a second rate hospital.
Maybe Tara would be so crazy, they would have to shock her brain with electricity. It made you lose memories. Tara could lose some of her medical memories. She couldn't be a doctor if she lost medical knowledge. Pathetic Tara locked in a psych ward out of her mind because Jax dumped her again.
Wendy should be dead soon. Any minute now Wendy would breathe her last breath. It may have already happened. Wendy and that stupid baby could be dead at this very minute.
She shut her eyes for a moment imagining a world with Tara locked up in the psych ward and Wendy and the baby dead. It was a beautiful world, full of happiness and joy. Jax would soon be hers unless the blonde whore got in her way.
She could handle the blonde whore if she got too close to Jax. And she would die bloody. Stab. Stab. Stab. No more blonde whore. Of course, if she killed her for real, there would be more than three stab wounds. Once she got going, it was hard to stop.
She turned the movie on and watched the guy who looked so much like Jax.