The Pull | Jax Teller

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Is Lip really surprised that Fawn somehow managed to overdose in the hospital? He shouldn't be that he still is. It's quite bold even for her. He rubbed a hand across his forehead as he knew it was going to be a long day in Rosen's or Lowell's office trying to find a way to expedite his divorce. He walked into his uncle's kitchen to begin making a cup of coffee. He had half the mind to see if it would be best to move back in with his uncle. He didn't like the feeling he got with the Mayans and just with Fawn, he knew it would be best to keep Isla somewhere safe. He was also sure Neeta and Don could use some more quality time together.

Lip had just poured the coffee grounds into the machine when a knock came from the door. Lip frowned as he made his way to the door. He tried to think if Don mentioned anything about Donna dropping the kids off. The knock came again a little more urgent. Lip scratched the back of his head and made his way to the door.

Opening it, he was shocked to find Tig on the other end.

"Got the call about Fawn," Tig greeted.

"Well, she's your problem now," Lip replied.

Tig rolled his lips together. "Look, I know that our history, we have to think about Isla -"

Lip scowled. "I'm always thinking about Isla. So don't try that bullshit with me."

"Fawn -"

"Made her bed. I'm washing my hands of it all. The only contact we are going to have is through our lawyers."

"It's serious this time, Lip. I don't want something to set her off again."

Lip leaned against the doorframe. He did not want to deal with Tig's bullshit especially now. "It's serious every time, Tig," Lip said exasperated. "I've been dealing with this for 12 years, I can't do it anymore. If you want to set up something with Isla, we can figure something out. That is all I have to say right now."

"If you need anything with Isla -"

"Tig just keeps doing what you've been doing," Lip answered.

"Right," Tig replied before sliding on his sunglasses and walking away.

"How was Fawn?"

Rosie jumped at the sound of Juice's voice. She had been deep in thought about Fawn herself and the words she had spat at her. Rosie had been doing good. She had been going to meetings. She took up fucking knitting. She always carried some type of candy or gum on her. She even had begun signing up for more hours at work. She even had Juice despite their disagreements.

"Very lost." She answered.

"Maybe you can help her?" Juice supplied.

"I don't think I would be the best person for that. Besides, she would want to even need the help." Rosie told him. She would help in small ways of course if Lip or anyone asked for resources. Just previous experiences with Fawn resulted in a lot of spit in the face. She didn't know how Lip had dealt with Fawn for so long.

"Does seeing that...um trigger you?" Juice questioned hesitantly.

Rosie didn't know how to answer that. She wasn't triggered per se. Seeing people go through withdrawals sort of curbed the need and wanting. Just witnessing made her question her resolve. She didn't want to go down the spiral so she knew she would need to meet with her sponsor.

"No, but I think I am going to go to a meeting after work."

Juice smiled and pressed a kiss to her forehead. "You ever think about telling Delilah?"

Rosie gnawed on her bottom lip. She didn't because she didn't want Delilah to look at her any different. She didn't want her friend to worry about her. "No. Not now. Maybe when I make it to a year."