Biker Boys

twelve.

I couldn't even feel my feet as i ran, i don't know why i was running. she said she was coming back, she should be at the house right now with all the people who love her. We are Donna's family, we shouldn't have let this happen, i should have not let her leave.

It is the worst pain in the world right now, knowing you could have just done one small think to change the plan of life, i could have saved her life... she needed me to save her life, she needed us to save her life.

What about the kids? they don't have a mother... they don't have a mother anymore, i know how it feels growing up without a mother, but they had their mother for their entire lives, until now, they got to know every part of there mom and love every part of her, then they had her taken away from them.

the worst part is that they don't have a clue of whats going on at all.

"No!" i screamed falling onto the grass. "No!" i screamed again, but falling more forward. the tears rolled off my face and onto the grass. "please god, let this be a nightmare, let this be my worst nightmare" i whimpered grasping the grass for my life, I couldn't control my breathing as I gasped for air.

Donna had a rough time with the club because Opie was sent to jail for the club, she wanted to hate us and everything we did. but she came back to us, and it got her killed. "no, no, no, no..." i cried into the grass and dirt. I screamed in pain for everything I was feeling inside. 

i felt my phone ringing in my back pocket, but i left it, not caring.

i didn't even realize i was asleep until i was being carried away. "Babe," i opened my eyes, and that was a sore task to do, and look up.

"It's all a dream." i weakly smiled wrapping my arm around his neck.

"You are staying at my place for a while," he says before opening the van door, and setting me in the passenger seat.

i nodded and soon after felt the warmth of his sweater over my shivering body. "What time is it?"

"Four in the morning," he sighs "You should sleep a bit babe, ill grab you breakfast and we can spend the day in." i nod and try to sleep the short drive, but i cant as everything seeps back into my head and i silently weep.

Jax tries to pick me up again but i shake my head and make my way into his house. no one is there and it feels so... normal. shouldn't it feel different? this is the last place i was with Donna. i shook that thought from my mind and walked straight into the bedroom. the window was still open, but Jax closed it as soon as he noticed. i laid in bed and tried to keep quiet.

"Robin." Jax said in a sad tone. then made his way to me and laid down beside me "It's okay," he comforted me. i scooted closer and let out everything

"Who did it, Jax? who would do that to her?... her kids." i cried gripping onto his shirt for what felt for my life. he placed kisses all on my forehead and i knew he didn't know what to do. i took a deep breath and looked up at him "You need to find them." i growled. his eyes widened but he tried to keep his composure. "You need to kill them, Jax you need to kill them." i cried through gritted teeth.

he just held me tighter, giving me comfort... something i thought i didn't want, but i needed.

Donna was an amazing mother, she was an amazing person, and amazing friend.She did not deserve this.

"Hey" i said quietly placing a kiss on Jax's forehead. "I made some breakfast." i half smiled as his eyes flickered open.

"Thanks babe, i like having you around," he smirked at me, but failed and his face slightly dropped.

i sighed, placing the plate of food on his lap. "I don't know what to wear today."

"That black dress you wore at the store, i really like that one." i tried to smile, but miserably failed... its Donna's funeral, three days after the shooting. Jax told me it was the niners.

I went to the bathroom after grabbing the dress from my suitcase. I'd be staying at Jax's house for a little while so i packed most of my clothes.

The foundation covered the redness in my eyes, and the red pimples covering my face from the lack of home cooked means the past three days. i added some light brown eye shadow to hopefully diminish the look of the puffiness. then i walked out to see Jax wearing a white t shirt and his jeans

"Ready?" he sighed

i nodded and slipped on a pair of black flats. i opened the door and smiled at Chucky, who would be driving me to the funeral. "Okay, ill see you later, babe." i sighed, wanting to kiss him, but knowing i just cant let anyone see yet.

"Be careful." Jax said eyeing Chuckys hands- well plastic hands. all i know is one day he was here, then he was gone, then he came back and was missing fingers and Gemma got him those things.

When i was in the van, i was then attacked with a huge smile from Chucky, which seems to never actually leave his face "Hello," i smiled, then buckled up my seat belt

The drive to the funeral was silent in the van, but not outside. The bikes roared as all the men who gathered for her funeral rode through charming. The van stopped and I took a deep breath before getting out of the car

The funeral went by quickly. There was a lot of tears from the kids but I didn't shed one, I felt numb.

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