Sons of Anarchy Fanficton: Knowing the sons

Chapter Six

"You wanna tell me what happened at the warehouse", Jax asked.

"Nothing happened. I'm fine." And I meant it. I got a few blows to the head. And I almost got raped. Almost. 

"Yeah? Why did you go on a killing spree? You say you're fine, but I don't believe you. A person who's fine does not kill people up close and personal"

"Well, clearly none of us are fine, then..."

"Cassie.."

I interupted him; "The guy tried to rape me, but he didn't. Okay? He didn't. You got there just in time. Do you not want to kill people who try to rape you?"

He sighed. You know, the "you're being irrational-sigh". The warmth of his body made me feel like i was sunbathing in the Bahamas. His fingers were stroking up and down my arm. His fingertips were rough. Manicures were obviously not a part of his daily routine. The tension was strained, but we enjoyed eachothers comany. 

"When did you guys find out where the Mayans kept me?"

He didn't answer. "Well?"

"I.. I don't know. It might have been some time before we came.."

I sat up and stared him dead in the eyes. 

"Chibs, Ope and I wanted to come sooner, but Clay had a different plan and.."

I interupted him. Again. "What the fuck?!", I exclaimed. "I spent two days in that shithole. What if they decided to rape me earlier, huh?". I tucked one of the covers around myself and marched out before he could answer.

I was nearly finished with packing my bags when Jax appeared in doorway. "What?", I phrased. "Where are you going?", he asked.

"I'm sure as hell not staying here with you", I said distressed. 

He put the bag out of my reach. "Where are you supposed to stay? You're not safe alone".

I turned my head and looked out the window.

"Look, I'll stay at the club house and Chibs'll stay here". I rolled my eyes and ran my fingers through my hair. "Fine I'll get juice". I sat down on the bed. "Fine.."

I heard a motorcycle pulling up in the driveway. I took a peek through the kitchen window. A guy with a patch and tribal tattoos on the sides of his head, walked up. I headed for the door, carrying my new glock in my boot. I open the door as he knocks. "You must be Juice", I said. "Yeah, and I'm guessing you're Cassie". I nodded, and gestured him to come in.

"So, a bachelors in IT, huh?"

"Not quite yet"

He smiled. I could tell Juice was a nice guy. Sweet. He took off his vest and sat down in the living room. Out of his pocket he pulled what I thought was regular roll-up. "You want a hit?" He lit it, and the familiar smell of weed filled the living room. I reached out for the joint and inhaled. "You smoked before?". I shook my head and let out a little cough. "I'm glad i could introduce you to it", he said. "Go on". I took a few draws before I handed it back to Juice. "So.. Why Juice?". He laughed and shook his head.

I noticed the marijuana buzz when we were watching an episode of The Simpsons and I couldn't stop laughing for 20 minutes straight. Juice got up and headed to the kitchen. I could hear him rummaging in the kitchen. He emerged from the kitchen with a couple of beers, chips and chocolate. I threw myself over the chocolate. The satisfaction I got when I took the first bite was like nothing I had ever experienced. I could feel every molecule of it melt on my tongue. I washed it down with beer. I had an actual taste explosion in my mouth. When I opened my eyes, Juice was laughing on the other side of the couch. "What?". 

Dad barged in the front door. I turned my head quickly, but in my head, I used about 20 seconds to turn my head 60 degrees. "Let's go. Lockdown at the club house". I glanced at juice. He tilted his head quickly, signaling me to come along. Slow is smooth and smooth is fast. Juice didn't seem affected by the weed at all, compared to me. I hopped on the back of Juice's bike, and we headed for TM.

"Why the hell would you give Cassie weed, Juicy boy?", Dad demanded to know. "She seemed a little stressed.. Relax, bro", Juice said. "Hey, I am almost 21 years old, if I want to smoke weed, I'll smoke weed", I insisted. 

I tiptoed over to Jax, asking what the fuck was going on. Of course, they wouldn't tell me anything. He kissed my forehead and went into the chapel. The bar was filled with people. Women and children, and what I like to call skanks. They could at least wear shorts that covered their ass. They could might as well have worn g-strings. Opie came in and gave me an awkward side hug. You know, the kind where one person isn't aware of an incoming hug and the other person is in a hurry to get it out of the way. "Hey, Donna! This is Cassie. Chibs' daughter", he told a short-haired woman carrying a girl and dragging a boy along with her. "Go play, kids". We exchanged greetings and sat down at a table. "He was out, you know". My face let her know that I had no idea what she was talking about. "Out of SAMCRO, I mean. When our finances got tight, he got back in", she informed me. She bent over the table, closing up on me, her eyes scoped out the room. "Get out while you can. SAMCRO is dangerous". This was no news to me...