Sons of Anarchy Fanficton: Knowing the sons

Chapter Thirteen

Joey's new apartment was no luxurious place, but it had it's charm. He had these old, green curtains that he got from Gemma, yet the sofa group was quite nice. The only things I could  complain about were his dirty socks inbetween the couch pillows and the sink full of dirty dishes. "Do you ever do dishes, Joe?", I asked as I put on a pair of rubber gloves. I gave him, oddly enough, a stern look. I realised that I had started to sound like my mother. Do the dishes. Clean your room. Take out the trash. All day, everyday. My mom was the greatest mom I could ever imagine, but boy, she could nag. "You sound like your mom", he responded, his dimples, slightly hidden by his beard, left his face when he stopped to think about her. "I miss her", Joey whispered. "I do, too". I left the two remaining bowls in the sink and joined Joey on the couch. I felt a lump in my throat and I was sure he did too. I knew he was bitter about me and mom leaving him with his dad. My mom probably couldn't handle two teenagers on her own, maybe she didn't have the energy for the custody battle. I don't know. "She loved you so much, Joe", I said as I stroked his arm. He rubbed his eyes and let himself fall down on the couch. Joey had his eyes closed, but I could tell by his strained face that he was struggling to keep in the tears. He scrunged up his mouth and his dimples came back, but not happy ones. I layed down next to Joey and he put his arm around me. My eyes watered up and the tears soon fell down to his t-shirt.

Grace came in with a box in her hands. I wiped the tears off of my face and sat up. "Hey! I brought some tablecloths and curtains for the bedroom", Grace said. She had a confused look on her face. She put the box down and put her curly, dark hair in a pony tail. Joey sniffled and sat up as well. "Yeah? That's great", Joey replied. "I'm gonna take off. You need anything? For the apartment?", I asked as I gathered my phone and cigarettes. "A few cups, maybe one of those things you clean the toilet with. Uh--- Toilet brush", Joey said softly. "Sure thing", I said and stepped out. I grabbed a cigarette and lit it, before I dialed Gemma's number. I hated shopping and I was hoping she'd do it for me. 

"I'm glad you called, 'cause you need a new wardrobe, darlin'..", she said and pointed to the clothing store. I looked down at my sweatpants, they had a couple of holes in them. My bushy brows strained and I threw my hands in the air before slapping them on my thighs. She smiled; "Good thing you reminded me, we gotta do something about those eyebrows". My attempt to avoid Gemma's company as well as shopping completely failed. "You need a good pair of jeans", she said. She pointed to a pair of denim jeans with a boot cut. I shook my head. "Maybe black jeans?", I questioned. "Fine, but I get to pick out the tops". I squeezed into the pair of black skinny jeans. Not my cup of tea. She threw a sleaveelss, red lace top over the dressing room door. It was tight at the top and looser from the waist down. Right, a peplum top, that's what they are called. I took a look in the mirror. My tangled hair fell over my eye. I opened the door and showed Gemma. "You look great, but we gotta get you a pair of boots", she said, "and a jacket". My biggest fear was that I'd end up looking like Clay's old lady. She picked out a pair of black booties and a faux leather jacket. I looked like a younger, more feminine version of Gemma. 

I bet if I wasn't Chibs' daugher she'd be slapping me around. I've seen what she's like with the croweaters. Which reminded me of my behaviour, and I realized that I'm no better. She bought me a curling iron as well as an straightening iron. She spent so much money on me, I felt terrible. We drove back to her house after we bought the stuff for Joey and she curled my hair. My hair, that normally reached my ass, was now down to my waist. "Let's show your father that he has a daughter, not a long-haired son", Gemma said. I groaned and got in the car. 

When we arrived at TM, Gemma dragged me to the garage to show off her master piece. "Doesn't she look great?", Gemma said. I could tell she was a bit proud. It was quite the accomplishment, considering I had worn make-up like, twice before. Joey's jaw dropped; "Who the hell are you?. I rolled my eyes. Big deal. Dad gave a quick nod, but avoided eyecontact. He was obviously not over the whole walking in on me and Jax having sex-thing. I didn't blame him. I cringed when I thought of it. Tig whistled and I turned my head, pretending I didn't hear him.

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The club had church, so I was just doing inventory in the bar when a tall, black guy stepped in the bar. I could tell he was a gangster. "Well, I'll be damned.. Cassie Telford? I almost didn't recognize your fine ass". I moped when I realized who it was. "Jamal, what the fuck are you doing here?", I said, trying to be quiet. "Relax, sweet pea, I ain't here for you", he assured me, "I'm here for yo' stupid ass lil' brother. He owes me money. Ten grand plus interest". I felt around with my hand behind the bar, looking for the gun they had stashed. "Joey's not here.. You came all the way to California for ten grand?", I asked. My raspy voice was shaking. "Plus interest..... I know he here, I talked to his drunken daddy", he replied. "I told you, he's not here. You better get the fuck out of here, for your own sake", I suggested. "Aight, but I'll be back for my damn money", he said, lifting up his shirt to show off his gun. I was shaking in my new booties when he left.  

I called Joey in a hurry. "Joey! Fuck, fuck, fuck.. Jamal is here, looking for you. He probably has his whole damn crew with him", I said. I heard Joey sigh. "Alright, I better get off the streets", he said. I told him that he should get to TM, and that he wouldn't be safe at home. "I'll call Grace, make sure  isn't at your place. You know they'll go looking for you there", I said. Dad and the rest of the guys emerged from the chapel. "I gotta talk to Jax", I said quickly. "He's just talking over some things with Clay.. He'll be out in a minute", Tig said. He gave me a flirty look and his eyes scanned my body. "I'm all ears, baby", he said. Dad looked at him with a disgusted and angry look. Tig put his hands in the air as if dad were pointing a gun at him. "Alright, alright", Tig chuckled. 

I dragged Jax away from the Sons when he came out. "You know how Joey owes this guy money? Yeah? Well, he was just here, looking for him". Jax let out a big sigh. "They're gonna be back", I said, frightened. "Okay.. Well, when they get here, we'll be prepared", Jax said, trying to reassure me.