Charming (Sons Of Anarchy)

Chapter 13

"That's good of your father and the members, teaching you that." Gemma nodded, her eyes flickering to Donna.

"It is, in a good way. But trust me, my father is bloody scary! He's scarier then me, I think. Unless we are around the same but trust me he's fricken scary!" I exclaimed. I was serious, if there was any man in this world that I feared, it was my father. I saw him as superior, that was for sure.

"Oh he can't be that bad." Gemma shook her head in disbelief. She had no idea.

"You think what you want to think, but if you ever meet him, I promise you, he will seem scary to you." I finally took a sip of my hot chocolate, which was still roasting hot.

"What do they call him?"

"Everyone knows him as Mr Smith, Mr Sean Smith. But to me, he's dad." I furrowed my eyes and breathed in fast, the drinking burning my mouth.

"You could be overreacting?" Gemma questioned.

"Trust me, I'm not. Just don't piss him off!" I bit my lip, staring down at my drink. My tongue no longer burnt, it felt numb.

"I'll take your word on that." She sighs. "You're not scary." Gemma than laughed.

"Oh but I am, ask Tig. He can tell you all about it! When I lose my temper, let's just say, look out." I couldn't help but laugh.

"So did you lose your temper at Tig?" Donna asked, her voice in a squeaky tone.

"No. At that moment, I wasn't angry. Yeah maybe he pissed me off, but I only did that to teach him a lesson. I haven't lost my temper for a very long time and I don't plan to, anytime soon." I say looking at Donna. She suddenly didn't look that good, her eyes looked like they were bulging out of her head and her face had grew very pale.

As she was about to open her mouth to speak, she slapped her hand over her mouth and rushed out of the kitchen.

"She's gonna be sick!" I state, watching her leave.

"That's the first time today." Gemma commented, she didn't look too worried, instead she looked towards the centre of the table and snatched the new looking magazine.

"I'm gonna go see if she's alright, I'll be back soon." I said leaving my hot chocolate and Gemma. Leaving the kitchen, I headed down the hallway and stopped to see the toilet door wide open. Donna was in there on her hands and knees, her head lowered over the toilet bowl.

Feeling bad for her, I walked into the toilet and knelt down beside her, rubbing her back. I wanted her to know that I was there for her, especially when she had such a severe hangover. Besides, there's nothing worse than vomiting.

Although, watching her get sick, made me want to vomit with her but I held it back, staying strong.

"Donna it's okay, it's okay." I whisperd to her, loud enough for her to hear me.

She grabbed some toilet paper and wiped her mouth, then she got up and flushed the toilet. Her eyes were blood shot and teary.

"I feel much better." She sighed, passing me and heading out of the toilet.

"That's good." I nodded. As she left, I reached up and opened the window above the toilet and than sprayed some toilet spray.

Walking out of the toilet myself and shutting the door behind me, I spotted Donna standing in the bathroom, washing out her mouth. She splashed her face with water as she shut off the tap, soon after, she wiped her face dry and turned to me, her hands digging into the pocket of her jeans.

"Thank god, I have gum!" She smiled pulling gum satchet from her pocket.

"Your lucky! At times like these, if I was like that, I wouldn't have any mints or gum on me." I given her half a smile. As she moved aside from the sink, I decided to wash my hands with the soap. Donna continued to wait for me as she happily chewed on her piece of gum.