Where she went (REVISED)

Chapter 3

A/N: Mentions of rape. May be triggering to some readers.

"Tara?" Jax asked in disbelief as he stared down at her from the above before turning around and heading for the ladder. Donna and Opie gave me a sympathetic look before we followed him  and headed back into the club. Once, we reached the club I took a seat at the bar next to Chibs and Tig.

"Hello Lassie, how have things been?" Chibs questioned as I sighed.

"Not good, we take it?" Tig questioned as he looked over at me worriedly.

"The reason I left in the first place just showed back up at our doorstep." I responded coldly. Chibs and Tig shared a glance.

"Tara?" They both questioned in unison, I nodded my head before taking Tig's rum and coke and downing it.

"U-huh." I said slamming the glass on the bar. The door to the club opened and in walked Jax with Tara by his side. Sighing again I stood up just as Jax and Tara began walking into our direction.

"Chibs, Tig, (Y/N). You remember Tara?" Chibs and Tig nodded in response as I scoffed.

"How could we forget? Charming's own biker slut." I said,  Tara looked over at me offended as Jax spoke up in her defence.

"(Y/N)!" I felt my anger boiling inside me as I spoke.

"What?! Don't you remember what you just told me up one the roof?! She left you! As soon as you graduated she was gone! And now, you're going to just let her walk back into your life just like that?"

"He let you back in, didn't he?" Tara said with a smirk.

"At least I didn't leave him with a broken heart." I responded, Tara rolled her eyes without another word.

"That's enough (Y/N)!" Jax yelled at me, I looked at him in shock.

"You know what Jax? Why don't you just shove it already? Every time that slut is around you always treat me like trash."

"(Y/N) ... That's not true." Jax said, guilt began to spread across his face.

"No, Jax! It is. So, why don't you enjoy your sloppy seconds and I'm just going to go." As I turned and headed for the door Jax grabbed my arm.

"Wait (Y/N)! Where are, you going to go?" Jax questioned, pulling my arm away from him.

"As far away from you as I can." I said heading for the door before running out of the club and down the road. Leaving everyone behind. 

I walked and walked until I came upon a graveyard. I walked in and followed a path till I came upon the war soldier's graves. I walked up until I saw 'John Thomas Teller, Corporal, 25 TH Infantry, Vietnam, May 5th, 1940 – Nov 3rd, 1993.' I felt tears well up in my eyes as I fell to my knees in front of his grave.

"This would never have had of happened to you if I was here." I said letting a few tears slip out of my eyes. I leaned onto the head stone before speaking again. "I wish you were still here. You always knew the right words to say." I felt my eyes begin to feel heavy. "You always knew how to make things better." Before I knew it, darkness had overcome me. 

"Wakey, wakey." I was awoken by the sound of an unfamiliar voice. I opened my eyes to see a uniformed officer crouching above me.

"Wha-where am I?" I questioned as the cop smirked down at me before answering.

"You're in a graveyard lying on the old president of the biker gang 'Sons of Anarchy'. You must have passed out last night." I sat up rubbing my hand against my head. The cop began to stand up and offered his hand to me which I accepted.