Bumper Cars [EDITING]

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As she pulled into the Teller-Morrow Auto Shop, Henley spoke aloud to herself, "Three weeks, Henley Annalise, three weeks. You don't stay longer. You don't get attached. And you don't fall back in love, you don't let him get to you."

After giving herself a talking to, she pulled into the spot next to Gemma's Cadillac. Henley had never seen it before, but she knew by looking at it, it was obviously Gemma's.

She stepped out her truck, pulling her sunglasses to the top of her head. She looked down at her outfit; a white tank top, tied up above her belly button, showing her piercing, a pair of distressed blue jeans, black, suede, chunky, high-heeled ankle booties.

'Guess Gemma's lessons on style hadn't worn off, she'll be proud of what I'm wearing', Henley thought to herself.

"Henley Annalise Winston, you were supposed to go to my place first, you were supposed to be a surprise for the guys", Gemma said, walking out of her office.

"The bikes aren't here", Henley said, looking at the empty lot, "I'll still be a surprise when they get back."

"Yeah, whatever", Gemma said, pulling Henley in for a hug.

Gemma practically raised Henley. Technically, Henley was only Opie's half-sister. Piney knocked up, as Gemma loved to put it, "a junkie spic rat whore".

Henley never knew the woman who gave birth to her. All Henley knew was that she tried to rat on the club, at some point, to try to get Piney to love her or something ridiculous like that, and that she was a junkie before she got pregnant with Henley. Oh, and that she was Mexican.

"Well, come on, let's get you a drink", Gemma said, pulling Henley out of her thoughts.

"This place hasn't changed a bit", Henley said, in amazement. It was like Charming was a place where time stopped. It never changed.

"Yeah, it's still a mess", Gemma said, smirking.

"Eddie, get my little girl a beer", Gemma said to the prospect behind the bar.

"Hey, I'm Henley", Henley said, introducing herself to the guy who seemed to be a few years younger than her.

"Hey", he said, handing her a beer.

"This here is Piney's little girl", Gemma said to the prospect.

"Really ?", he questioned, looking at her.

Henley was used to this, people questioning if she was really her dad's kid. The only thing she had gotten from her dad, was his blue eyes, but it was certain that she was Piney's, Mary had a DNA test done to be sure when Henley was a baby.

"Yeah...", Henley replied with a smirk.

Just then, Henley heard the familiar sound of motorcycles... And honestly, she was freaking out.

She had a mix of emotions. On one hand, she was excited to be seeing her dad and "uncles", but she was silently praying to herself that HE wouldn't be with them.

But of course, he was. There he was right there, standing right in front of her, staring in disbelief, still as gorgeous as he was the day she left him...

"Jackson Nathaniel Teller", Henley said, trying to hold back all the emotions she was feeling, "Been a while, huh ?"

Jackson walked towards her, not knowing how to feel, and praying internally that she was really there.

"Hey, lovely", Jackson said, smirking

"Hello, sunshine", she replied, smirking back.