| Jax Teller x OC - COMPLETED |
Fast cars, drugs of any kind, a criminal life - all of this can give anyone the adrenaline rush they're craving; but not many can lead that kind of life and not break.
Cleo Hernandez was the typical random girl from...
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new character introduction!
Adrian Martinez thirty years old portrayed by; Jon Bernthal
[let's ignore that he's hot and accept he's an ass in this story, lol]
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After she had spent the rest of the day at the Samcro clubhouse it was time for Cleo to get home. Jax explained that he would stay at the house with the kids for another few days until him and Tara found a solution for the problem.
Cleo had a feeling that Tara wouldn't accept the break up and do everything to get Jax back; that's why she felt a little jealous about the fact he was still staying with her, especially overnight when the kids would be asleep anyway. They would have lots of time to talk and that had triggered Cleo's nervousness.
She knew her mom wasn't home yet from the diner, meant she had nothing to distract herself from the craving she was feeling. She really wanted to get her addiction under control now that Jax and her had an actual chance but she simply couldn't.
The familiar nausea kicked in on time, her body knowing exactly what she needed. It bothered her greatly that she couldn't resist. Her grip around the steering wheel got tight enough she could see the skin over her knuckles turn white.
Jax would probably end things with her before they even really started if he would find out; but she couldn't do it on her own. She couldn't get clean without help from the outside. For others it were only painkillers and other pills but for her it was everything.
The brunette ran straight inside once she parked her car in her usual spot on the street in front of the house, rushed into the bathroom and got what she needed out of the small cabinet over the sink. A few different kinds of pills were crushed quickly with the help of the bottom of the cup with the toothbrushes in it.
She quickly lined the white powder up, bend over the washing machine and snorted the two lines, a groan of relief coming from the back of her throat as she leaned back against the old green tiles.
