The Anarchy Princess

28 Closure

July

It's been 8 years. 8 damn years since I got the worst news of my life. And it's been only two since I got the second worst news of my life. I sniffled as I wiped tears away from my eyes again as I replayed the voicemail on my cell.
"Hey jewel? It's sam. Sam Winchester, something bad happened, there was an accident- Dean is- dead." He spoke numbly into the phone. My blue eyes widened as I dropped to my knees, I let out a deafening scream as I had dropped the phone. The church doors flew open, men's eyes were wild as they tried to detect a threat, many had their guns drawn. Happy had slid over to my body, trying to understand what just happened, he checked me over, no injuries, no blood. Yet here I was sobbing uncontrollably. "What is it" He asked, confused, Chibs eyes had scanned the room, landing on the cell phone a few feet away from where I was, picking it up he spoke into the phone, I couldn't hear a word. Though I didn't have to hear anything else. The men had let their guards down as Chibs shook his head towards us. Dad grabbed me, he held me tighter as I sobbed on him, he rocked us quietly.
Two days had passed as I laid in bed, I'd get up to eat, use the bathroom, let Opie out to the bathroom, back in bed.
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I laid on the bed as I stared up at the ceiling fan spinning around over and over again. "Hey kid?" Happy's voice rang out through the door, I quickly turned onto my side facing away from the door as it had opened. "Jules?" He sighed. "I'm going to the clubhouse, Should be back before dinner." He said as he was about to shut the door. "Wait- dad?" I asked, I heard the door open a bit more. "Can I go down there today? I- I need some sunlight." I said quietly. "Of course, I'll grab the spare helmet." He replied. "Uh- no, I- I can drive the car down. See you soon?" I said as I turned towards him. His eyes were soft, while he smiled over at me. "Yeah. See you soon." He repeated. The door closed again quietly.
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Happy
I had softly shut the door to her room, quickly sending Chibs a text as I let out a sob of relief. Today was the day that I was getting my girl back, slowly. I knew she'd need time to heal over that voicemail she got about Dean, I'd walk through hell and back, torture as many assholes as I had to, only if it meant I got to see Jules pretty smile. Two years I waited for her to shine again, and now here she was about to beam as bright as the light to heaven. I got to the club, parking in my usual spot as the vacant one to my right sat, I cleaned up the spiderwebs and dirt. My girl was coming back to me today. It took me almost a full four years to pick up all the pieces of her that Jax broke when he took the easy way out. Four years after he left us, she was as bright and as bubbly as ever, only for a swift shot to hit her in the heart and she was lost to me once more. The men greeted me every damn day for two years. I had to tell them the same thing every day for two whole years. "How's she doin' hap?" They'd ask me. "Depressed." I grumbled as I shoved past them and into church where I sat. But this time, today is different.

I saw Chibs walking towards me with a bright smile on his face, "hap!" He said as he laughed while we embraced. "It's good to see you brother." He said. "I got my kid back today- she's gonna get out of bed and actually be here." I smiled. "Good to hear, can't wait to see the young lass, it's been too long." He said, "yeah I couldn't agree more." We were all sitting around the main room when we quickly heard the unmistakeable rumble of her car. I shot up as many brothers smiled at me knowingly. "Baby girl!" I greeted. "Hey love, it's good to see your pretty face, a change from all the ugly mugs." Chibs joked. She stared down at the spot on the floor, the spot where she broke into a billion pieces. When my heart had broke in ways I never knew it could. She was mine the moment I carried her home from being patched in all those years ago. She got too drunk and passed out on the couch, many men tried to grope her but I walked over and laid her head in my lap, giving a death stare to any passing men. I carried her to my car, back to her place, when she had woke up she freaked out as I calmed her down. "It's alright, I got you, you're safe." I said as she hugged me tightly. I knew I was done for, not in a romantic sort of way but a love I hadn't felt before. "Thank you! Thank you, you saved my life!" She cried. "It's alright. I'm just looking out for you Sunshine." I chuckled. I remember the first time she called me "dad." It just sort of happened, not that I wanted it to ever stop. She got drunk and I kept fussing over her well being, not to drink and drive. She said it so sarcastically I about spit my beer. But I grew to love it, being protective over her, teaching her how to fight, how to ride a Harley. How to deal with her first- monthly blood bath. I had to buy some type of dildo looking shit for her to shove up in her- lady part. She once showed me how they work with a glass of water and a cotton dildo, I've never been so relived to be a man.{🤣}the bit was always the same. "She's your kid Hap, she's got your attitude." They all laughed, but it was the truth. I was the one that raised her from a teen. Thanks to Jax looking out for her all the years before I came along. I once joked she was me in another life. Bold, badass, beautiful. Besides all my smiley face tattoos, and apart from the whole tacoma killer thing. My girl. I hated to see her in so much pain again knowing what it did to her last time.
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July
I heard the front door close as Happy departed. I sighed, finally getting up to shower and change. I sat at my desk, grabbing the wooden box from the drawer. "Hey dean." I smiled sadly to myself as I opened the box up. My eyes welled with tears as I took out the stack of post cards in his handwriting. "Hello from Colorado!" A card read. "Good morning here from Kansas." This one faded a bit. One of the first that he ever sent me. "Hey from South Dakota." "Just checking in from Indiana." "Stopping by California soon to see you, Teller's. Sure you'll probably get me in the flesh before this post card arrives, but think of it as a memory souvenir from me." His handwriting was almost the same, "Hey there, from Vancouver." The top card read. "I hope you're holding on ok, Hap said he was worried? Julie bean sometimes depression gets the better of us, but we soldier through it. That's what I need you to do for me, to soldier through it. I'll visit you soon." The words got blurry as I cried at the card, he never got that chance to come back and see me like he said he would. I got in the shower, letting the overly warm water wash away my tears, let the sound of the water hitting the floor mask my sobbing. I miss Jax. I miss Dean. I haven't heard anything from Sam and it worried the shit out of me, not that I was close enough to him to send me a post card every few months, or years, depending on the job. I knew that they traveled a lot. When he left he promised to send me a post card every chance he could get. When I got the voicemail from Sam my whole world crashed down around me. Flashbacks of him laughing while we jumped over the fence of the high school to steal apples from the trees. I always made him an apple pie without fail. He would hang around with Jax as they both played video games or watched movies, every so often I'd run him out of the kitchen because he'd want to "check on the 'burning' pie." I rolled my eyes every single time. He smiled sheepishly at me in return. Jax would have to drag him away while he complained about how I'm "off limits" "ugh you two are disgusting! She's my baby sister man!" He groaned as Dean shot me a wink in return. I shook my head as I secretly blushed afterwards. I loved the man, more than I thought. His wit, his charm. All his sarcasm. I cared deeply, the way he stood up for me to Ben, or practically anyone else. I knew he was Jax's friend, but damn. His beautiful candy apple green eyes, the way that they'd lit up whenever he looked over at me. He had no idea the powerful affect they had on me. I was done for. I was all for Dean, always.

Until I'd re-connected with EZ Reyes.