Blue Angel

The Confrontation

Scarlet stepped into the steamy shower dropping her head as the warm water cascaded down her sticky body, rinsing the smell of metallic crimson that clung to her hair. The clear water turned a light pink, becoming a darker red the longer she stood under the water. Inhaling a deep breath she knew she was in some deep shit with the SAMCRO president because she refused to explain exactly what had happened, but as she exhaled she couldn't help but to feel satisfaction due to the earlier events. She didn't feel so helpless as she had many years before. She was growing stronger, Scarlet was able to take care of herself.

Since finding out about Otto's murder Scarlet hadn't had a single moment of peace. Her mind wouldn't shut off, it haunted her dreams. There wasn't a moment of silence for the newest member of the SAMCRO family. She knew this wasn't the last run in with her past but she felt prepared to take on anything thrown at her now.

Scarlet used all the hot water trying to make sure all the blood splatter was removed. She washed her hair twice but she knew from experience the stench of blood would linger a few more washes until it was fully gone. She shut the water off, grabbing a towel to wrap it around her body, walking to the bedroom not surprised to see Gemma sitting on the chair in the corner. Scarlet hugged the towel to her dripping body not really sure what to say to the middle-aged woman whose eyes laid firmly on Scarlet taking the last drag from her marlboro. Gemma exhaled, patting out cherry from her cigarette, her eyes never leaving Scarlet. "You okay sweetheart? There is some clothes here on the bed for you to tie you over until Jax and the boys get you home."

Scarlet's eyes followed her nod to the pile of neatly folded clothes. "Thank you. You didn't have to." Scarlet stood uncomfortable in the same spot, water dripping onto the aged carpet soaking around her. "I know but you are family. We take care of our own here. Listen darlin' I know you probably have had a shit life and doing things on your own is the way you do things but not around here. We do things as a family." With that said Gemma walked out of the room to leave Scarlet alone to dress.

Scarlet was feeling out of place, she wasn't sure anymore why she was here. Yes she wanted revenge for Otto but she never needed help with something like this before. She felt like SAMCRO'S charity case. Letting out a sigh she picked up her phone and began texting her friend. 'Hey David, Everything is fine but, well, I know you are busy with all your shit but do you want to come visit me? I have my dad's house you can stay at with me. I guess I miss my best friend and could use your support. Things are a lot different here." Sending the text Scarlet went back to getting ready waiting for the president of the MC to lecture her.

She used a brush she found running it threw her hair, stopping to look at herself in the mirror her eye caught something behind her. There was a SAMCRO emblem on the wall that stuck out more then everything in the room. She was suddenly angry with Otto. She always thought he was trying to protect her from his lifestyle. Scarlet never held the fact that he wasn't around against him because in her dreams she would have been better off without him. Less than a weeks she has been here and in that time she has heard the word 'family' used in reference to her more than she ever has in her entire life. Everyone has welcomed her with open arms and caring hearts. Why wouldn't Otto want this for her? Scarlet questioned his motives staring in the mirror back at herself. Her knuckles turned white as she clenched the counter top when there was a loud bang on the door. Jax's voice echoed throughout the room drawing her back to reality. She turned wanting to yell for him to leave her alone but she knew that would be stupid on her end. Scarlet opened the door faced with Jax who had not an ounce of sympathy behind his deadly eyes.

"Darlin' We need to talk... "

Scarlet moved back has Jax walked in shutting the door. Everything about this man screamed danger, yet somehow Scarlet knew the tall, rugged man that towered over her could never intentionally hurt her. "I suppose you want an explanation for the mangled body in the van?" She said almost defeated, Jax nodded once opening the right side of pocket of his kutte pulling out a pack of smokes. He offered her one but Scarlet was only a social smoker. His shoulder shrugged as he plucked one from the pack placing it between his lips letting it hang loosely as he pulled out his zippo to light it. His crystal blue eyes lifted to her saying 'start talking' without having to actually say a thing.