What If- (Jax Teller/OC Fanfic) ⚠️ON HIATUS ⚠️

Chapter 10:

{{A/N: This chapter is from Jax's POV only.}}

*Jax*

I arrived home around 3:30 pm with a smile planted on my face. I knew Andy and Abel were in there, waiting for me.

Cutting the engine on my bike and tucking the keys in the inner pocket of my kutte, I dismounted my bike as I removed my helmet to hang it on a handlebar before making my way to the front door.

"Honey, I'm home," I joyously shouted, stepping through the door to quickly remove my kutte and gun. Hanging them on the coat rack to my right, I kicked the door shut and sauntered into the kitchen where my eyes landed on Andy, and my smile instantly fell. Anger was written all over her tear-stricken face, she was sitting at the table with her arms and legs crossed. I noted her left leg, the one on the floor, was violently bouncing.

"Andy?" I cautiously asked as I inched closer to the table. She glared up at me with so much anger that I froze in place once she glared at me. "Andy?" I asked after her face scrunched up in disgust.

Taking a seat opposite her at the table, I met her gaze again. "What's wrong?" I prodded as Andy wordlessly slid her phone, which was laying in front of her, towards me. Oh, shit, I forgot to text her back last night. Does she think I cheated?

Andy rested her arms on the table as she leaned in, and I swallowed the nervousness that had unknowingly formed in my throat. Her eyes narrowed and her nostrils flared between each angry breath she took.

"You left me an intriguing voicemail last night." She said, vehemently, as her left fist connected violently with the table, sending the salt and pepper shakers in the center toppling over. Wincing, I push myself deeper in my chair out of shock from her outburst. "You're a fuckin' liar, that's what's wrong," she fumed, jutting a finger in my direction while hoisting herself from her chair, sending it clattering to the floor with a loud bang.

My jaw clenched and my hands gripped the arms of my chair as I took a deep calming breath to rid myself of the creeping anger. "What the fuck is wrong with you, Andy?" I asked through gritted teeth.

Andy violently pointed her index finger to her phone, "Go ahead, Jackson," she planted her hands on her hips, "take a listen to the fucking voicemail."

Throwing my hands up in surrender, I stared at the table. "Alright, goddamn," I breathed out, leaning forward and grabbing her phone.

Opening the voicemails, I clicked on mine, then lifted the phone to my ear as the recording began. It was the conversation - and idle threats - between Clay and I about the truth behind Donna's death. My eyes grew wide out of shock, and I nearly dropped her phone as my hands began sweating profusely. No, no, no, this can't be happening. How I wished she had caught me cheating, the consequences would've been more tolerable.

Not wanting to hear anymore, I sat the phone down and lifted myself from the chair, positioning myself in front of Andy. "Listen," I swallowed hard, terrified of what was to come because I was scared shitless. I have never seen her so angry and full of hate. "I-I can explain-'' Before I could plead my case, her fist connected with my jaw.

She punched me with such force, it sent my head snapping to the side, blurred my vision and caused tears to invade my eyes. And I must have bit my tongue in the process because the taste of copper filled my mouth.

Shaking myself out of the stupor, I snapped my head back on her and raised my hands in surrender. Taking a sharp intake of breath, I met her piercing blue eyes. " Okay," I take a hesitant step forward, arms still raised. "I deserved that," I breathed out as I swiped the back of my hand across my mouth. When I pulled it back to see blood, I knew I would have a bruised, swollen lip.