Gracie's Story

Tell me this isn't a Dream

I awoke the next morning in my 16 year old decorated room, got up, popped some advil with some pop, and walked out to Gemma and Clay sitting at the dining room table. I walked to the coffee pot and poured a mug, while returning to my room with it I quickly remarked, "Better wear my shortest dress since I just want to cause Ope more pain."

I slipped into my skinny, black jeans, and nice black button down, puff sleeve shirt which revealed a black tank top behind the top two unbutton buttons. I texted Jax to tell Tiggy to get me and I pulled on my black converses, as I pulled my hair up in a bun to conceal under the helmet. As I placed my mug in the sink the door flew open and Tiggy said sorrowfully, "Come on lovie. Lets go celebrate the life of the woman I killed." 

"Excuse me?" I asked

"Oh I said, Lets go celebrate Donna's life." Tiggy quickly said

"By the way Tiggy... Don't call me Lovie." I instructed, snatching the helmet

At the funeral home all of SamCro gathered in a cluster mingling as the others took position in the lineup. I sat on Tiggy's bike, listening to them. My family gather and socialize, I glanced behind me and noticed a pair of dull, hazel eyes observing me.

~~~~~~~~~~~Opie~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Hey Pops." I called ahead to my father, a gruff, old coot who seemed to be suffering from the hangover of the year. 

"Yea Ope?" he answered, turning his head 90 degrees and waiting for my next statement.

"Whose with Tig?" I asked him

"You'll see Son." he replied, starting his bike along with all the others that formed a soundcloud of motors starting and many men started towards the cemetery. 

It was a good 10 minute ride, as I drove behind Pops I couldn't stop thinking of the broad on the bike. I reminded me of before Donna, where I was dating a gorgeous girl who just happened to be the daughter of a First Nine, the same one leading the procession. 

"Do you trust me lovie?" I asked

"Well if I didn't then I wouldn't be sitting waiting for you to learn how to drive this thing."

"Gracie, I've been riding for a year now, never crashed." I said smiling

"What about that tree you hit?"She asked

"It came out of no where."

"The wipe out on the back road?"

"Nope i definitely remember it being pillows"

"Just last night you curled up in bed with me with your still scraped arm, from wiping out while doing a wheelie on main."

"No that was Jax." she hit my still hurting arm and watched as I held back the pain.

"You be careful with her Opie, a scratch and I don't know what Clay will do to ya, but I'll do worse!" Pops called from the cabin porch. 

I brought her up for piracy, to relive to moments we shared as kids, celebrate the fact that she survived high school. Sadly Pops ruined it by showing up while I was making out with her as he screamed, "She has a little Winston and I promise I'll have your head.", before slamming the door.

I rode in the June breeze, the arms of a stunning girl wrapped around my waist as she rested her head against my large back, she seemed so relaxed back there, I kept going until I turned onto the lake road. Parking under our usual spot I lifted her off the bike bridal style and laid her down on the grass, She stretched out, the bottom of her shirt slowly lifted above her navel area and then I slammed my lips into hers and kissed her until I felt her tug at my shirt, she pulled away and looked me in the eyes begging me for more, and I aim to please.