The Anarchy Princess

27. Truth behind lies. (part 2)

Jax
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I rode off, after killing some men that deserved what they got coming, I was now after the kill I would savor and would shatter my heart the most. My mother. All the lies and deception had torn me open, broken me in more ways than I'd have thought possible. I rode all the way up to Oregon, alone. I had to kill my mother, it was the only way I would ever be fully free. I finally got to the house. The door wide open, it was just after sundown. I knew this wouldn't be pretty, we all knew that. I stepped inside to find Wayne, sat at a coffee table, with a gun set on top of it. "Jax." He greeted me tensely. "Unser." I replied, calm. I walked in, when I saw her standing outside, he stepped in my way. "You should step aside." I said. "You know I can't do that, son." He replied. "I'm not your son, get out of my path Wayne." I ordered, "this is all I got left." He replied, reaching for his gun, but before he could grab it I hit him with mine. He then fell to the ground, the chair scraping against the wood floor as he did, I hit him three times before he stopped moving. He was alive. I stood up as I stepped into the yard, my mom standing in the yard, she quickly turned my way as I approached. Her eyes were beaming, sadness, guilt, hope. She knew as well as I that this would have to end. "Jax." She breathed, almost a whisper. "Ma." I replied, cold. I had to be, or I would break all over again. "You know why I'm here." I said, the anger driving me. "I know." She replied. "And it's okay." She said, more emotions in her eyes. Love. Fear. Acceptance. They had all flashed almost all at once. "Can I- can I walk over to the roses? I want to be able to smell them one last time." She asked. I nodded, unable to speak. "It's ok, Jax. I'll finally be at peace." She said as she looked over at me. A wave of sadness hit me. My emotions were strong as they started to take hold. "Why, ma." I finally asked. She looked over at me. "It was all for you, baby." She replied. "That doesn't make it right." I said, "I know. But that's the truth." She sniffled. "Is it? I can't trust you. You deceived me, deceived July."  I said, my voice shaking slightly. "You and your sister, you got my genes. She shouldn't be any part of this life. But you? You were made for it, son. You're so strong, can't you see that? If you're not, what are you doing here now?" She said. "I'm done listening to lies." I said angrily, the anger for my wife, my family, my brothers, all of their pain. "I love you. And I always will. But this has to stop. it ends tonight ma." I said. She nodded. She turned around. I had lined up my gun. I closed my eyes, taking a deep breath, my finger was resting on the trigger. I held my gun up, my finger was ready to squeeze. "Jax?! No! Wait!" Mom cried but her body had fallen, the shot ringing my ears. I stared down at her body. "Jax?" July spat, I stared at my little sister who stood in the doorway, she turned to see our mom, dead in the yard. She ran outside, sobbing over her body. She screamed, and cried. Dean ran in, his gun lowering, as we locked eyes. He crouched down to pull her to him, everything was going in slow motion. My mind racing as I stormed outside. John's bike sitting quietly at the curb. "JAX!" July yelled frantically as she ran down the steps in effort to catch me. "Please don't do this. Don't leave." She begged, a flashback to when she was a toddler, crying as mom packed a bag up for her, "momma please!" She cried. "You're not going far, July. Now quit crying, it's giving me a headache." Ma snapped, she would quietly sob now and then. "Hey, piney has a lot of cool stuff, a tv, board games." I said, trying to calm her down. "But- you won't be there." She replied quietly, starting to cry all over again. I hugged her tightly, "maybe not always in person, we'll see each other again soon, I'm not gonna leave you sis." I said as we hugged each other until Clay pulled me away. Mom grabbed her, and had to drag her away crying and screaming. I would always keep her safe, not wanting to see her hurt. Yet here I was, destroying her all over again. Her voice cracking, breaking. As she stared at me with glossy eyes. Searching for any regret within me. I knew deep down she wouldn't. I was never regretful of any decision I made. "I made my bed, I made up my mind." I said as I sat on the bike and flew off into the night, leaving a screaming July behind. A tear slid down my face as I watched her from my mirror. Her body dropped to the floor in anguish, Dean tightly holding her in comfort. I knew then my decision was finalized. The truck clear as I spread my arms. I closed my eyes as I embraced my fate.