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Jax finished changing the tires of an old pickup when he felt someone touch his arm.
"Hey Frank, what's up? Did my wife call?", Jax's voice shaking with concern.
"No, man. There's two detectives in the office looking for you."
Detectives? For what?
Jax went into the main office and saw a man and woman vacating two of the seats. They stood up as Jax approached them.
"You're Jackson Teller," the young female asked.
"Yeah."
"I'm detective Maya Woods. This is my partner detective Victor Rivera. We would like to bring you to the station and talk to you about your wife's car accident."
"It was an accident."
"Mr. Teller, we have a street surveillance video. We set a few up around there because common drug deals would occur in that area. It was anything but an accident," Victor said bluntly.
Jax felt his heart pound.
If this wasn't an accident, then who the fuck did this to his wife?
"You willing to come to the station?"
"Yeah. I want to see the video."
Once the trio were at the station, they brought him to a room with a tv set up and Jax sat down at the wooden table.
Maya put the tape in the dvd player and paused it before it would begin.
"Mr. Teller, I must warm you, this video might be hard to watch. If you want me to stop the video at any time, please don't be afraid to tell me so."
Jax nodded and the video began. He saw Julia's car flip over a good three to four times. There was no audio, and so he wouldn't be able to identify voices. A black car pulled up in front of Julia's, and two men stepped out, with one holding a steel bat.
Jax tightened his fists, and his body tensed.
Shit. He couldn't make out any of the faces. The quality of this tape was awful, but he was positive it could be restored.
He watched in horror as he witnessed his wife trying to fight off her attackers, and how one of them raped her. He kept looking away and back at the tv, hoping this was all some kind of fucked up dream he was having.
But it wasn't. It was real.
The steel bat connected with Julia's face. Jax stood up and looked away from the tv altogether.
"Shut it off. Please shut it off."
Victor switched the tv off. He looked at his partner and at the man who was now facing the wall. He turned around after he took a couple deep breaths.
"I wasn't able to make out their faces. Can you restore it?"
"Yes. The kind of video camera we have set up down there is old. It could take a couple days or so to restore it," Maya replied.
Jax's eyes started to water.
"Sir, I know this is hard for you. But, is there anyone you know who would want to hurt your wife? Any enemies?"
"No. Julia got along with everyone."
"What about you? Any enemies?", Victor dared to ask.
"No. I'm just a mechanic supporting his family."
Jax had to lie. He didn't want these idiots handling this. They will just throw him in jail. The pieces of shit that did this to Julia deserve to be in the ground. And they will be. That was a promise he made to himself right then and there.
"You mind if you show me where the bathroom is? I gotta piss."
Victor nodded and showed him to the restrooms. He handed him his card before he went in.
"If you have any new information you would like to share with us, please don't hesitate to call."
"Will do."
Jax walked into the bathroom. No one was in there. Just him and the few walls. He stared at the mirror hating himself.
Why didn't he go look for her sooner? Why didn't he stop her from going to work that day? He could have saved her. She would have remembered their life together.
Jax couldn't take it anymore. He balled up his fist, punching the glass mirror, watching it break into pieces on the floor. He looked at his now cut up and bleeding knuckles. Jax wrapped a paper towel around it and headed home to see his wife.
I was almost finished cooking. I made a pot roast and mashed potatoes with gravy. The doctors said I should try to go back into a routine. Gracie was in her highchair drinking a bottle. I felt Abel pull on my jeans.
"Mommy."
Oh my god. He just called me mommy. Did he call me mommy before? Is this the first time? How can I not remember? I sat down at the kitchen table and started to cry. I have to remember. I just have to.
I heard the door open and wiped my tears away quickly. I turned around in the chair and looked at Jax.
"Hey, how was work?"
"Okay."
I saw his hand was wrapped in a paper towel and the blood was seeping through it.
"What happened to your hand, Jax?"
"Oh, it's nothing. I'm gonna take a quick shower. Wash the day off of me."
I don't remember much, but I do remember when he is lying to me.
I knocked on the bathroom door with Abel right behind me.
"Can I come in?"
"Yeah."
I opened the door and Jax was only in his boxers.
"Oh, I'm sorry," I said covering my eyes.
"Jules, you've seen me naked a hundred times."
I removed my hand from my eyes.
"I forgot. Sorry."
Jax peeled off the paper towel from his hand and threw it in the trash.
"Jesus, Jax."
I walked over to him and studied his hand.
"You might need stitches."
"I'll be fine, Jules."
"What is it with men? Why do you all refuse to go to the hospital?"
"Well, if they have a wife as hot as you taking care of them, why would they need a hospital?"
My face became hot. Dear god, did he really just say that to me?
"Uh, do you know if we have a first aid kit in the house?"
"It's in the bathroom closet."
I let go of his hand and walked over to the closet, taking out the first aid kit.
"Let me see your hand again."
He straightened out his hand, wincing.
"Jax, there's pieces of glass in your cuts. This is going to hurt like a bitch, I must warn you."
"I know. Do what you have to."
He helped me find my makeup bag. I took out my tweezer and started taking out the small shards.
"How was your day, Jules? How is the head," He asked touching my face, making me get a chill down my spine.
"It was okay. I'm not remembering anything."
"It's okay."
"No, it's not. It's not fair to you and our kids. Abel called me mommy today, and I can't remember if he has done that before. I'm supposed to remember things like that."
"He called you mommy? That's his first word. Just so you know, that was the first time he has done that.", he looked down at his son and smiled.
"Really? "
Jax looked back at Julia and nodded.
"This will get better Jules. I promise you that. "
I finished cleaning Jax's knuckles and wrapped it with some gauze.
He moved closer to me, my back hitting the sink counter, his face almost inches from mine.
" We shouldn't do this in front of Abel. You should get in the shower. Dinner is almost ready."
Jax backed up and turned the shower on.
"Okay. Thanks," he said lifting his cut up hand.
"No problem."
I closed the bathroom door behind me.
Dear Lord. Please keep me from jumping that beautiful man's bones. At least until I get my memory back. Please help me control myself. Please.