For the first time in a long time you felt lost. Everything you'd known before was taken away from you in the blink of an eye. Juan Carlos Ortiz was your Ol'man.
You'd been together for nearly three years and then suddenly he was just ripped from you in the blink of an eye.
You sat in your small bedroom. Your grandmother had welcomed you with open arms as you went to live with her. She had missed you and knew your reasoning for coming to live with her.
Jax Teller had told you the day Juice disappeared that Juice had betrayed the club and Mayhem would be in store for him if he ever returned. You had hoped that Juice would have at least been smart enough to have ran, to stay away from the club. But the club was the last family he had left apart from you.
You remember that moment Jax had called you up telling you that Juice had returned and went crazy ending up in prison and then Juice had been killed. You had never cried so much in such a long time that moment. It was then you decided you couldn't stay in Charming any longer.
You couldn't stay around the club. The pain of what use to be was too great on your mind and you needed family. That's when you decided it was time to move across the sates and go to live with your grandmother in New York. The first year was extremely hard without Juice.
You just couldn't help but feel so alone and lost. The pain and aching in your heart from the loss.
It was unbearable.
But it finally started to become easier. You started to think less about it. You found your way through life again without Juice there by your side. Then one day on your walk to a friend of your grandmother's did you become startled and your heart ached once more.
"Hey -- Pop...."
You said walking into the old little barber shop and noticed that he wasn't alone. Two sharp dressed men sat side by side in two different barber chairs. The first man didnt even bat an eyelash when you walked in he was the man receiving a haircut but the second man -- the second man looked right at you from behind a dark pair of shades. Luke stood there looking at you oddly.
"Afternoon, Y/N."
He said with an unsure tone. You felt clammy as your eyes refused to leave the man wearing the shades. He sat there looking right back at you from what you could tell by the direction of his head that was facing you.
"Y/N? You alright honey?"
Pop's asked. This time you snapped out of it and looked at the friend of your grandmother.
"Yeah, yeah, sorry."
You said clearing your throat.
"Grandma wanted me to drop these off to you guys."
You said holding up the small package of baked goods. Pop smiled and nodded his head as he motioned toward the backroom.
"That woman spoils us. Take em on back, I'll be done in a minute."
He told you. You nodded and walked over beside Luke and kept your gaze forward as you walked past the man who had gained your attention since you entered. Luke gave you another odd look as he realized you must have known the man wearing the shades as well and he was curious to find out just what it was you knew.
"Spill it."
Luke said once the two of you were in the back room. You felt your heart plummet to the bottom of your stomach.
"What?"
You asked, feeling shaken from what just haopened.
"That man in there. You know him."
Luke said with his arms crossed over his chest. You shook your head quickly as you sat the package down on the small table that was in the backroom.
"No I... I don't."
You said, the pain in your voice clear. Luke gave you a look that meant he wasn't convinced at all. You turned to face him and sighed deeply.
"He -- he looks like someone that I use to know back in California... but the guy is dead. Died a little over a year ago."
You explained feeling as if your heart never fully mended after all. Lake's arms dropped to the side as he seemed to understand now. He knew the pain of loss better than anyone else. He shook his head.
"I'm sorry. I thought you knew him."
He explained himself. Had you actually known the man it would have been more trouble and complicated for Luke. You knew nothing about his past, and he planned on keeping it that way. You were young and innocent to the ways of his past. He didn't want you to see him for what he was then, but who he was now.
"Ghosts of the past are never good."
He continued looking at you. You lowered your head as you nodded in agreement.
"Mind if I stay back here till they leave?"
You asked, not wanting to go back out there and having to deal with it again. Luke shook his head, he didn't mind. He considered you a friend since you moved here a year ago. Pop and his friend introduced the two of you and you just seemed to click in a friendship.
"Thanks Luke."
You said softly. He nodded his and gave a crooked smirk. Knowing that he'd do whatever he could to help you out.
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The Ghost of Juice Ortiz || Shades Alvarez
FanfictionYou thought Juice had been killed in Stockton by Jax Teller which left you with nothing in Charming. You return to New York to live with your sickly grandmother only to find that Juice never left you, and you see his ghost in the streets of Harlem. ...