Always Bad

Chapter Twelve

Loud banging comes from the front door I run, or well, as fast as I can go in heels without falling down the stairs.  I open the door to reveal a very angered Jax.  "Averie, I demand you tell me what the hell is going on this instant! And why were yo-"  I slam his body against the closed door and kiss him to shut him up.  Still holding on to him and not stepping back I start to speak.

"With all due respect Martins, but please shut the hell up.  I finally got Max to fall asleep and I really don't feel like having him wake up scared as shit again."  He gives me an apologetic look and I grab my keys and my purse.  "Come on I want to take you somewhere."  I open the door and stand aside so he can walk through.  He takes a few steps but stand right in front of me, he turns too look at me.

"Are you going to tell me why you were with Jake?"  I sigh, because I knew this was coming.  I don't respond but I close the door behind me and walk off to the car.  I knew that there was no way I was going to get around this.  Especially after what happened today.

The whole car ride there was silent, and not the nice kind of silent, it was the uncomfortable kind of silence where we both knew that we wanted to say something but didn't know how to say it. 

I reached the cliff where I go to, to think sometimes.  I get out of the car, but Jax doesn't follow me.  I walk all the way to the edge of the cliff and stand at the edge.  I lean forward far enough to see the ground, and that's when I feel a pair of hands around my waist roughly pulling me towards them.  I turn around to come face to face with Jax.  I didn't even hear him get out of the car...  "Don't scare me like that."  He looks at me with a blank face.  We sit at the edge of the cliff.

"What do you want to know?"  I look at him a little afraid of his answer.

"Everything."

"Alright then I'll start from the beginning.  I was born on June 8th, 1999 an-"

"I didn't mean that."

"Jax, just listen to me.  For once, shut up and listen."  His face hardens but then softens.

"Like I was saying, when I was four, that was when Max was born.  I was the one who was always there for him, I potty trained him.  I taught him how to ride his bike and when he fell I was the one who was there to clean him up and tell him to get the fuck up and keep going."  I try to lighten up the mood and it works, we both started to laugh at my choice of words.

"My parents were never home, I raised Max.  And I mostly raised myself, I grew up real quick as a kid.  I never really got to do anything as a child. I was always cleaning and cooking and taking care of Max.  Any time I wasn't doing any of those things I was either training or sleeping.  Most of the time though I was training.  My parents would get home late at night and my dad would wake me up and take me to the gym in the basement and teach me how to fight.  Just in case anything happened when they weren't home.  I didn't understand why they would be gone everyday like that, until I was about ten." I look up at him then look back down.

"One day I was laying down on the couch and it was just me and my mom at home.  I fell asleep and I woke up by a loud noise.  I realized it was a gunshot.  I ran into the kitchen to find my mother on the floor.  She was dead.  I saw the guy who shot her start running and I ran after him out the door and down the street.  I finally caught up to him and I tackled him.  On the run there I had called my dad, so I knew if I could distract the guy for just a second that he'd be there.  But when I tackled him... "  I pulled up my shirt to where my tattoo was. I traced the scar with my finger to show him. Tears threatened to come from my eyes.

"He shot me, my dad got there in time and brought me to the hospital.  I was fine, but I lost one of the people that I loved most.  My dad told me everything, why they were out so late and why they were gone for days at a time.  They were apart of a gang.  And my mom being murdered was just a warning.  He told me who shot her and who was behind it.  That was the day that I swore that I would make justice from my mother's death."

"Within the next months, my dad was scarcer.  He was never really home.  Until he was gone for almost two months and I got a letter in the mail.  It was saying that my dad was dead and that until I came of age someone named Jacob would take over for me.  But as I got any order that came from him was really from me.  I was doing everything that I could to find the people that killed my mother, without actually being a part of it.  And I'm still not ready to fully commit myself to the leadership position and Jake understands that so he stands in for me."  Jax's eyes widen as he takes in what I had just said.

"Averie? Who was your dad's name?"

"His name was Alejandro Kingston.  Leader of... or really used to be leader of... your gang." I sadly look back up at him to see that he is staring at me with disbelief.

"So that means... your... your..."

"I'm your gang's leader."  He covers his face with his hands.  He stands up trying to take it in. But then sits back down and looks at me.

"But Aves, you said your dad was dead."

"Are you sure you want to know this?  Because no one can ever find out."

"I promise I won't say anything."

"No one, not even Jacob really knows why I hate my father so much.  That's because to me he is dead.  My father died all those years ago, before my mother did.  The real reason is because, he, is the one who really killing my mother."  Tears finally fell, and I started sobbing, as Jax held me in his arms.

I cleaned my face and stood up.  Jax followed me up making sure to never let go of me.

"After my dad left I needed money to help pay with things.  Jacob helped with some of it even though he wasn't much older than me.  He taught me how to really fight, to be apart of a team.  He trained me until I beat him and even his best fighters.  That's when I started fighting in the rink.  I was good.  Still am, but for Max's sake I've been staying away because the older he gets the more he finds out.  He still asks about his father and I tell him that he is dead but one day soon enough, I'm going to have to tell him.  I feel like that day is going to be tomorrow after everything that happened today, he's going to have questions and he's older now so I can't dodge them like I used to."

"You always knew that you had to tell him."  Jax put his hand on my neck and used his thumb to clean the tear falling down my face.

"I know I just didn't want him to go through that pain that I did."  Jax grabs my waist pulls it toward him.  His lips meet mine and he kisses me gently, like he's afraid I might break.

"You don't have to do it alone baby."  I look at him confused.  "What you don't like me calling you that? Because I won' if-"

"I love it."  I smile, and I reach up to kiss him again.

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Update three in one day I am on a roll. I hope you liked this chapter. Don't forget to vote! And feel free to comment on what you think of the chapter, and if there's an error (didn't have time to edit it.) Until next time. -Trin