Where she went (REVISED)

Chapter 21

Numb. That's all I feel. Numb.

An empty bottle of Jack laid beside me as I sat against John's grave. Whenever I had a problem or whenever I needed someone he was always there. Except now, when I needed him most. He isn't here.

"Loose a parent?" I looked up to see the women from before standing above me.

"More like a father figure." She nodded as she looked around.

"I'm sorry for your lost." I half smiled at her before looking away. "You know, Helen Keller once said "What we have once enjoyed deeply we can never lose. All that we love deeply becomes a part of us."" I glanced up at her. "He might not be here with you physically but he is here with you, every step of the way." I thought about what she had said for a moment. I looked up to question her on it to only find that she was gone and nowhere to be seen.

'I really got to lay off the Jack Daniels for awhile' I thought to myself as I looked back at John's grave I smiled.

Jax's POV:

I awoke to someone shaking me.

"C'mon Jackie Boy! Get up!" It was Chibs and Opie. I just groaned in response.

"You need a shower brother," Opie said lifting me into his arms and into the bathroom. He laid me down as I stood on my own and groggily got undressed before climbing into the shower. After what felt like hours, I walked out of the shower and got dressed. Coming out of my bedroom Clay stopped me, pulling me into his arms.

"You okay to ride?" I nodded my head before looking behind him to see Tara standing in Abel's room.

"Yeah, I'll be out in a minute." Clay nodded his head as I walked into Abel's room and leaned against the shelves.

"Tara, we need to talk." Tara looked at me confused before speaking up.

"What do you mean "we need to talk"?" I sighed before answering her.

"I think you should go back to Chicago. You don't belong in this life, everything that happened with Kohn and (Y/N). I'm sorry but I can't be with you anymore. I need you to leave." I pushed myself off the shelves before walking out of the house.

Time Skip:

I pulled up to the graveyard and began to get off my bike when I saw Piney getting out of the van.

"Hey, what are trying to pick up widows?" I questioned with a smirk as Piney just shook it off.

"I'm here to make the funeral arrangements for Half. How are you holding up?" He questioned as I sighed and leaned back against the van.

"Not good, I have no one to turn to. I imagined this perfect life for my family and the club and every time I think I'm doing something right, it all goes to shit." The feeling of tears sliding down my cheek made me turn my head away from the old man. "I've never felt this much pain before." Piney sighed as he laid a hand on my shoulder.

"Times are tough, we all have to go through some shit that makes us want to crawl under a rock and die but we don't. We stick through it and we come gun's a blazing. Your dad faced the same problem when he lost your brother Thomas. He wanted a perfect life for his family and his club but thing's don't always happen in your favor. He learned that and he grew with that. You might think you're alone but you have a hold family around you ready to pick you up when you fall. The sooner you realize that the better you'll feel." Piney went to walk away when he stopped and turned back to me. "And you should know, you've always had someone to turn too," Piney said pointing behind me. I turned to see (Y/N) sitting against my father's grave. Standing from the van, I made my way over to her.