Shatter The Glass - Jax Teller

eleven

Tweety grunts awake first, his green eyes raking over the naked brunette barely tucked in next to him under the messy, sweaty sheets. He grunts again as he sits up, rubbing his face, looking around the room.

The motel room looks like a goddamn tornado went through.

There are dirt outlined squares on the dusty pink wall where the shitty art used to be, most of the sheets are on the floor along with the pillows, the curtain rod is halfway hanging off the wall, and clothes everywhere.

Tweety groans as he stumbles his way to the bathroom for his morning piss.

Sophia jolts awake, her eyes wide as she looks around, clutching the sheets tight against her bare chest. She pants hard, her eyes darting around the room. She jumps when the bathroom door swings open. "Fuck- what the fuck!" She gasps, her messy hair falling over her face as she scrambles up the bed, keeping the sheets tight against her chest. "Fuck. What- what happened?" She breathes, sweating like hell.

She has tears in her eyes as they dart around the room. "Where am I?" She's shaking. "D- Don't come near me." She raises a hand when Tweety takes a step toward her.

"Calm down." He whispers.

"Don't- Don't come near me." She keeps the sheets covering her nude body while she starts to pick up her clothes. "Where am I?"

"Charming Charter Motel." He answers, keeping his distance as he leans back against the wall.

Sophia pants as she pulls her clothes back on. She picks up her purse and stumbles out the door then down the steps.

She digs her phone out of her purse and shakily calls Jax. "Where are you?" She whispers, ducking into a doorway of a building, tucking her phone between her shoulder and ear as she roots around for her cigarettes and lights one.

"At the clubhouse. You okay?"

"I- Can you come get me?" She asks, keeping her voice down as she continuously glances around the deserted street. "Please?"

"Where are you, Soph?" He asks calmly as he rushes out to his bike.

"I- I don't know. C- Charming Charter M- Motel. I can't read the street sign, I- I think it says Racine Street." She licks her lips as she crouches to the ground. "Please hurry."

"I'm on my way. Just sit tight." Sophia nods then exhales shakily when the line goes dead. She drops her pounding head in her hands as she sits emotionless.

She feels something tickle her upper lip.

Sophia reaches up, her bagged blue eyes going wide when she sees her fingers slathered in blood. She whimpers quietly as she keeps her hand against her nose, her heart pounding in her chest.

She doesn't know how long she's been sitting motionless on the sidewalk when she feels a hand on her shoulder. She jumps, shrinking against the door out of fear, squeezing her eyes shut instead of confronting her visitor like usual.

"Soph, it's me." Jax whispers, kneeling next to her. She refuses to open her eyes as she keeps one hand hiding her face and the other clenching her pack of cigarettes. "Look at me." She shakes her head, pulling her knees to her chest. "Sophia." Jax slides his hand to the side of her face and gently tilts her head, looking over the marks on her face she's unaware of, his heart dropping at the smeared blood across her lips and cheek. "You gotta get up." He says somewhat sternly, gently pulling her upper arm up to get her to her feet.

She whimpers again, her eyes still screwed shut when she squeezes Jax tightly in her shaking arms, her face buried in his chest.

"It's a couple steps to my bike, okay? You get on that bike and I'll take you home." He tries to coax her and it surprisingly works. Sophia nods, leaning against his side, white knuckle gripping the front of his sweatshirt as he walks her to the bike and helps her sit before he throws his leg over the side then starts it up.