Where she went (REVISED)

Chapter 17

A/N: Sorry for the late update! 

Ps. I'm sorry if this chapter sucked. I'm trying to stay intact with the show while still causing drama and climaxes.

I awoke to see boring yellow walls and a dull white ceiling. I took a taxi to a motel on the outskirts of town. I made sure that I left my phone with the prospect so that Jax could not track me. Still in the same clothes from the day before I groggily hauled myself out of bed and headed for the bathroom. As I reached the bathroom I splashed some water on my face before patting it dry with a towel.

I headed back into the room to see that the clock read one-thirty-five. I sighed before heading to the motel phone and calling the person Jax would never think of.

"David Hale, speaking." I smiled to myself at his professional tone of voice.

"Hey, it's (Y/N)." The line stayed quiet for a moment before I heard the murmuring of voices and a chair scraping across the floor before Hale spoke up.

"(Y/N)! Jax is going nuts looking for you! Where the hell has you been?" I rolled my eyes at his words. He sounded just like an overprotective parent.

"I'm at a motel. Listen, I was wondering if you were free?" Hale sighed at my minimal information.

"Yeah, I'm free. What did you need?"

"I need someone to occupy my time until bobby's party tonight."

"Fine, I'll pick you up at the motel. What one is it?" Hale questioned.

"The sundown."

"I'll be there in five." I thanked him before hanging up. I sat on the bed before running my fingers through my hair. I glanced over to the nightstand to see the manuscript laying there. I thought back to what Piney had said to me.

"It's time to make a change and I know you're the one to do it."

He was right.

But, how was I supposed to make a change?

Jax's POV:

We had just made a deal with the IRA for their guns and I was heading over to Ope's.

"Hey, Half-Sack!" Half looked at me with a scared and surprised look.

"Y-yes?!" He yelled back as I shook my head before motioning him to come over to me.

"Come over here, you moron." Half began to run over to me while I lit a smoke.

"Yeah?" He questioned as I took a puff.

"Have you heard from (Y/N)? Or at least seen her?" He shook his head while I sighed. "She never came back to the club last night?" I questioned before he shook his head again.

"No, when she gave me her phone that was the last I saw of her." I nodded before taking another drag.

"Let me know if you hear from her." He nodded before heading back over to his bike. I sighed again before taking the last drag of my cigarette before stomping it out.

"Where the hell is she?"

(Y/N)'s POV:

Later that day:

It was getting darker as Hale and I drove around Charming.

"So, would you like to talk about what happened yesterday? I know Jax has been worried sick about you." I rolled my eyes at his question.

"After you told us that and I ran out. I walked for hours until I came across a liquor store. I went in and bought a bottle of Jack Daniels. I left and walked some more until I came back to the graveyard you first found me at. Downed half the bottle of Jack before passing out on the steps of a crypt. I woke and headed down to Donna's funeral and well... you know the rest." Hale nodded in understanding.