' "You look..." "Beautiful, I know. Can we move on?" '
Amidst the shadows of the little town of Charming, this chaotic and dangerous scene steps in Giselle Telford, a woman dead set on escaping the shadows of her past to embrace an uncertain future...
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The couple is sound asleep, wrapped up in each other's arms, when the sharp ring of a phone cuts through the silence. It's Giselle's.
The moment she sees Gemma's name on the screen, her brows furrow. "Hello?" she answers, her voice low.
"Get to your house now and bring the emergency kit," Unser's voice comes through, tense and direct. Giselle doesn't say a word. She hangs up immediately, not wanting to alarm Jax.
"Everything good?" Jax asks groggily, his voice rough from sleep as his hand slides lazily along her back.
Giselle thinks fast, pulling a lie out of nowhere "Yeah, yeah... it's just a friend. She drank too much and needs me to pick her up," she says, keeping her tone light.
Jax frowns a little, his brows knitting together, but he nods "You want me to come with you?" he offers, his concern evident.
She shakes her head quickly and leans down to plant a soft kiss on his cheek. "Nah, it's fine. I'll just go and be back before you know it," she assures him with a small smile.
Jax pulls her closer for a quick kiss, his lips lingering for a second before letting her go.
Moving quickly, Giselle throws on some clothes, grabs what she needs, and heads straight for her house, her mind racing with whatever might be waiting for her there.
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The moment Giselle steps inside the house and sees Gemma, her heart skips a beat. She doesn't say a word, though. Instead, she quietly walks over and starts cleaning the cuts on Gemma's face with the utmost care.
"Did Jax see you leave?" she asks softly "I told him a friend drank too much and needed a ride," Giselle mutters "He didn't ask any questions."
"You need to tell me what happened so I can help you," Giselle says gently, looking at her, hoping for some kind of explanation. Gemma scoffs, avoiding her gaze. "Use your imagination."
Giselle furrows her brows, her hands working carefully as she continues tending to the wounds. Her mind races, conjuring scenarios of what could've happened.
None of them are good.
"Maybe we should let her rest for a while," Unser interjects, clearly worried. But Giselle isn't ready to back down. "She needs a hospital" Gemma shakes her head firmly "Listen, I don't know what happened to you, and honestly, I don't want to imagine it, but I've got a pretty good idea. I can't patch you up here in my living room, and I sure as hell can't do it myself."
"We have to—"
"No!" Gemma cuts her off, her voice trembling. "The insurance... and all that other bullshit. I don't want anyone knowing."
