The Pull | Jax Teller

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Part Three: LOST AND FOUND

"You don't belong here."

For the first day, Delilah and Jax leave each other alone.

They both didn't know how to help or comfort each other.

Every day, hour, minute, and second, Delilah felt herself slowly dying. The pain she was experiencing, every agonizing second, never lessened it just got deeper. It was now getting to the point where she couldn't shed any more tears. Despite the probing from her brother, uncle, Opie, and even Bobby, she barely ate, and she did not talk. All she could do was bury her face deeper into her pillow wishing that what was happening was just a dream, but the sting from the cut on her palm brought her back to reality.

Abel was gone.

An Irishmen named Cameron Hayes kidnapped him. No one had any idea where he was. She listened to the guys explain what happened to fill in the dots of what triggered him to kidnap her son. It didn't bring her any consolation on knowing what led to what happened. How June Stahl set Gemma up giving false information on who killed Edmond Hayes and everything surrounding that situation.

It did not change the fact her son was still gone, and she wanted him back.

It did not change the fact she failed her son as a mother.

Bringing her hand to her vision, she clenched her fist. She felt the sutures being strained by her tightening. Blood started leaking through her fist between her fingers.

She thought she should have stayed at Lip's or even Don's after the Charming PD let them back in the house. She had found refuge in her cold bedroom while Jax had taken his in Abel's room.

It seemed Jax was fine in his self-imposed isolation in Abel's empty room. Delilah didn't have the will to step foot in the room. She didn't even have it in her to look Jax in the eyes since he came back empty-handed with no Abel in sight. In her gut, she knew Jax blamed her for letting his son be taken. She blamed herself too.

Delilah knew she could've done more for both Abel and Isla. Nothing should have stopped her from putting herself between that gunman and Abel and Isla. God, she could still see Lip's eyes wide with genuine fear as Isla told Charming PD what happened. And there was the very real possibility that Isla could have been taken or killed. Delilah allowed her niece to be put in that situation. She could have distracted Cameron long enough for Isla to be able to grab Abel and make a run for it. At least Half-Sack was able to do something while she stood there in shock doing nothing.

It didn't help that on top of Abel being taken and Half-Sack murdered in front of her eyes, the reason she found herself in that position was Gemma being framed for murder by Agent Stahl. Delilah knew that for sure Gemma probably killed Polly. However, Gemma wouldn't kill Eddy considering his connection to the club.

She wasn't sure how the club was going to navigate around this one as they still had the gun charges pending over their heads with no leads or words from the IRA on Cameron's whereabouts.

A part of her feared what Cameron did could mean for the club. What that could mean for Abel? She wasn't sure how taking Abel was effective to anything or even suitable revenge. But if Cameron's plan was for them to feel his pain, he succeeded.

Delilah wrapped her gray cardigan around herself tighter as she got up from the bed. The sheets were cold and empty on the other side. She's confused as she knew she fell asleep in the living room on the couch. She made a quick detour to the bathroom before she crept quietly and slowly to the door to Abel's room. She peeked inside and found Jax asleep on the floor in front of Abel's crib. She walked into the room slowly. She looked at the two empty bottles of Jack and concluded that Jax was only passed out because of a drunken stupor. It seemed he ran out of weed. She grabbed the bottles and placed them on the dresser. She pulled the fleece blanket from the day bed and placed it over him. She gently ran her hands through his unkempt hair.