Sons Of Anarchy.We All Fall Down . .

37. We all go Back

I wanted everything to be over with already. The waiting to see if I was dying here or not, the constant worry for Gemma as she still remained unconscious. They told me if I screamed, they would kill The Queen of Charming. I had too think about how I was gonna get us out of here. 

My body looked and felt like hell. I leaned backwards onto the cool fence and growled underneath my breath. "Fucking pieces of shit!" 

I was going to find every last one of them and kill them slowly, painfully. I would make sure they knew I was coming too. They wanna threaten me and my family? They wanna make sure Samcrow was hit and hit hard. They wanted too make the women look weak and too have us go crawling back to the men. 

They wanted a war. 

A reaction. 

They weren't getting any of this. I wasn't going too tell anyone. I was never ever going to give these assholes the satisfaction of breaking me. I will not cry after this and I will not allow them to ruin my life. No. I swear to God, this was gonna make me stronger and when I get the fuck out of theses cuffs, I will make sure too hunt them down. 

They messed with the wrong Teller. I had - have Teller blood in me - Samcrow blood in me and we Tellers don't go down without a fight. 

"Gemma?" I lightly flicked her with my foot. Trying my best to wake her up. In the midst of things, they placed her onto the ground with a sheet covering her body. "Gemma? You gotta wake up." She didn't move an inch and neither was I. 

Calling for help would be absolutely pointless. I didn't know what I was suppose to do at this point. I didn't know where any of my belongings were located at and I didn't know where in the hell we were. 

From outside a low but gruff voice spoke through the metal door. "Gemma! Are you in there?" 

Who in the hell was that? Gemma didn't move a muscle. "W-where in here!" I screamed back. I glanced down at my grandmother and laid my head back onto the gate and thanked the lucky stars someone found us. "We're gonna be okay." I whispered. 

I flinched twice as two gunshots echoed from outside. Was this dad and everyone else? N-no they can't know! 

The door was flung open and my eyes couldn't believe who I saw. Unser. He was here. He glanced at me and then his eyes finally found Gemma's lying body on the floor. "Unser! You gotta help her. Get her out of here!" I pleaded as he ran towards her body. 

He knelt down and shook her slightly. "Gemma? Honey?" 

"She won't wake up. Take her and go somewhere and make sure you stitch her up." I struggled against the chains. He was just kneeling there, trying his best to wake her up. "Chief!" 

He nodded frantically and brushed her hair behind her ears. He then placed one arm around her knees and around her back. He lifted her gingerly and looked back at me. "I'm coming back for you, alright kid?" 

"Just get her out of here." Besides needing a very hot shower that lasted for over an hour, I was okay. I can easily stich up the small cuts that ranked over my body. I had to be okay. Not just for myself but for my family. 

I watched him carefully walk Gemma outside and I smiled as I felt the slight California breeze. The breeze I thought I was never going too feel again. Peacefully I closed my eyes with a smile still on my face and I thought how everything, for right now, was okay. 

When I opened my eyes again, I felt my body being jolted as street lights fell in from the back of the window. I glanced around and found myself in the back of Unser's vehicle. Unser was driving slowly as he peaked over at Gemma in the front seat. Did I pass out? I had to of. 

"You done looking yet?" Gemma's voice was like music to my ears. It was great to hear here speak softly other than screaming for help. 

He sighed before gripping his steering wheel tighter. "You have to tell me what happened." 

Was Gemma really going to say something? She couldn't. She had to think about the club. "How did you find us there?" Always dodging the question. 

How did he find out where we were? Hell, I didn't even know where we were located. Unser cleared his throat before turning the dial on his A/C. "I heard it over the radio. Recognized the description of the vehicle. I knew it was you and I knew it was your car. The only thing I didn't know was that the princess was with you." 

There was silence that erupted through out the car and for once, I was thankful for it. How did they get a description of the car? Someone must have called it in. "Anonymous tip?" I questioned from the back seat as I braced myself to sit straight up. The jacket that I had now realized that was placed over me, fell into my lap. A slight twitch of pain shot up through my abdomen. 

Gemma quickly turned around with a small smile on her face. Even though she tried her best to hide the pain, I knew what she was going through. "Hey baby. How are you feeling?" 

I nodded back at her and sat back against the seat. "I should be asking you that." My head was pounding fiercely and I knew I either had a concussion or just a very bad headache. 

"I'm fine." She snapped slightly while Unser sat quietly. 

I hmm'd in agreement and looked out the window. "So am I then." I glanced at the street names we began to pass and noticed one tiny little thing. "Unser, stop the car." He was taking us to the hospital. We can't be checked in. My mother would know and then there would be tests that would be needed to be run and I couldn't tell my mother what happened too me. To us. I can't tell anyone . . .except - 

"You can't take us to the hospital." Gemma winced as she repositioned her self on the seat. She too knew where we were going. "There will be questions. Questions I'm not ready to answer." 

"Unser." I pleaded as we came to a stop sign. He turned slightly, sympathy radiating through his eyes. "This has to stay between us."

 He studied my expression. "Wayne." Gemma said besides me. "This will stay between us." 

Unser glanced between the two of us and nodded stiffly. He shot us a crooked smile and turned away. "Well. I don't have much of a choice when the queen and the princess tell me to keep quiet do I?" 

Gemma smirked lightly and nudged my shoulder. "Your mom home?" 

I looked at the time and nodded. "Yeah. She should be or she could be at Dads house. But I can't be there." Gemma cocked an eyebrow. Silently asking me to explain myself. "We both can't be there Gem. She'll freak out and we both know how she is when she freaks out. She won't stop asking questions and since I'm involved she'll feel the need to tell Dad." 

"So where are you going to go then. . .princess." 

"I know a place. . .turn at Charles St. He'll take care of me." 

"He?" Gemma questioned. 

I sighed, knowing where this was only going to lead. "Kyle."