THE LOST BOY ♡♡ JT.♡♡

WIPING AWAY THE PAST

Lillith sat in the dark kitchen of Tara Knowles, Her hands folded and resting on the table. She sat calmly and waited. Lillith wanted to get to know Tara. Do here research on the woman who had threatened her family. That was what she had been taught by the IRA army, always know your enemy.  Be prepared. And now she found herself sitting and waiting to face that enemy, head on going against all her training. 

Lillith had broken into Tara's house using all her stealthy skills, she had searched every inch of Tara's home, Learning and gathering information on every detail of her life including financial records, birth records of her family, distant relatives, friends, colleagues, and acquaintances. Lillith planned to use the information to hit Tara if she ever tried to threaten Abel again.

That time had come much sooner than Lillith anticipated because she had found more than she had bargained for. Jax had underestimated his ex-lover. Jax had told her Tara had backed down when he told her that he and Lillith were to marry and Lillith's citizenship had come through.  There had not been a word from the Doctor since the wedding. Lillith was angry now, that she had been so stupid and self-consumed trying to forget her violent past that Tara almost executed her plan. Almost. 

Lillith stared down at the fake passport and birth certificate on the counter in front of her. Her jaw twisted in anger as the fake name seeped into her dark eyes, she could feel the pulse in her neck pulsate, as her heart pounded at what could have happened if she hadn't decided to get a background on Tara. Lillith ran her finger over the black ink of the name on the passport. 

𝙲𝙷𝚁𝙸𝚂𝚃𝙾𝙿𝙷𝙴𝚁 𝚃𝙷𝙾𝙼𝙰𝚂 𝙺𝙽𝙾𝚆𝙻𝙴𝚂.

She smiled at the picture of the blond boy in the passport, Abel was such a beautiful child. Her beautiful child. Her precious son. And Tara Knowles had planned to take him away. Lillith picked up the child's plane ticket to Alaska, took her lighter out of her jeans pocket, and set the ticket on fire, watching it burn to her fingertips, She dropped the flame and stamped it out on the kitchen floor with her boot. And continued to wait patiently for the good Doctor to return home.

Lillith's head turned slightly when she heard Tara's engine pull into the driveway, she didn't attempt to move or hide as Tara opened her front door and stepped inside. The Doctor dropped her bag on the couch and removed her coat before entering the kitchen and switching the light on. Tara froze as her eyes connected to Lillith's still form sitting at her table. She reached for the phone on the wall beside her, but she didn't get a chance to dial any numbers, Lillith wondered why the Doc had even attempted to try. Lillith was up out of her seat and snatched the phone from Tara's hand within a second, pulled the cord out of the wall, and threw the handset across the room. 

"Shush, Doc you'll wake the neighbors, and trust me when I tell you, They can't help you now." Tara's eyes glanced at the passport and she audibly gluped, Her lip quivered. Lilith knew she was on the verge of tears. 

"Is Jax coming? The club?" She stuttered. Lillith Stood in front of her and gently pushed Tara down into a chair. "Sit, I will put the kettle on." Lillith moved to the stove and picked the kettle up, Tara watched as she moved around the Kitchen filling the kettle with water and placing it on the flame.

"You know, you really should have done your homework before you tried to fuck with me, Doc. You would have known I don't need a man or a club to fight my battles. Jax never told you what my job was in Ireland did he?" Lillith crouched down and stared hard into Tara's green eyes. 

"What was your Job?" Tara whispered. 

"Protection," Lillith answered. Lillith moved back to the stove and picked up the now whistling kettle. "You see I love Deep." she walked back towards Tara and placed the boiled kettle on the table beside the Doctor. "But I hate deeper. You have made a very stupid move... Jax is my husband and Abel is my son and I love them very deeply." Tara glanced at the steaming kettle. "So the question is... Did Tara move away? or did Tara pass away?" The color drained from Tara's face.