Sons Of Anarchy.We All Fall Down . .

46. Peanut Butter Cup Failure

Why was it every time I felt like I was moving forward in life, life seemed too always laugh at me, and make me move one step backwards? How come I could never catch a break with anything? I stared down at the text book that had been placed down in the middle of my lap for what seemed like over an hour. Thankfully during my mothers hospital visit, I had gotten bored and started too clean out her car. Which turned out to be more of a bore until I had found my History book for school underneath the back seat. 

I knew one day the 400 page book would come in handy. Just didn't think I would be in a hospital reading almost the whole dang thing. At least, hopefully, I would be able too have more knowledge than the rest of the kids in my class. 

"Winnie?" A gruff voice asked with uncertainty. I quickly looked up only too find my father in all states of confusion. If I a mirror my face would probably have had matched his. "What are you doing here?" He walked over too me and pulled me into a hug. 

I breathed in the scent of leather and tobacco and scoffed. "Grandma got a lil' rough in the kitchen. Mom didn't get the cookies out of the oven in time so Gemma nailed her." I stated after pulling back. His eyes widen and I had too let out the giggle I had been holding in. "Relax. That ain't the truth. We were at the pharmacy getting some shit and mom came up behind Gem and I guess it surprised her. Next thing I know, Gemmas' elbow met my moms nose for the first time. Turns out their parts don't like each other that much" 

My father shook his head, whether at me or the situation, I didn't know. He swore underneath his breath and glanced back at me. "Jesus Christ." 

"Yeah, I've been saying that all day too." I twisted around, trying my best too crack my back. I forgot how much I disliked being here at the hospital. The staff sucked and had bad attitudes (besides my mother), the food tasted like school lunches, and the chairs might as well have been bad chiropractors. 

Dad's eyes bounced around before landing on me once more. Was he looking for Mom? "Where is she?" 

"Mom or "Gun Wielding Grandma?" because I know Mom's still being looked at, I think, and Salt and Pepper is somewhere not here." The nicknames I gave too Gemma put a smile on my fathers face.

He chuckled before placing his hands on his hips. "Your grandmother, you heckler." 

I shrugged. "The last time I seen her was when she went up the receptionist over there and asked how Mom was doing. By the way, don't talk too the brunette over there." I said while nodding my head towards the desk, that occupied two girls behind it. My only focus was the brunette. 

My father turned around and studied the young girl. "Why?" 

"She's a bitch. End of story." I stated as a matter- of- fact. My father gave me a look as if too tell to continue. "I went up too here and asked her if she knew anything about Mom, she told me "I couldn't be the only here and had too have a "grow up" with me." Basically she was saying I had too have someone with me or she wouldn't tell me anything about my mother." And that was a huge problem for me.  

Before my father could say anything else, his name was called out from behind him. As he twirled around, I peaked around my father. The reaper on his back, following me as I stood besides my father. Gemma walked forward without a limp and greeted him with a smile. "Hey, baby." I was surprised she was walking okay. The running had to have not felt good on her.

"What in the hell is with you and busting chicks' noses?!" He ignored the greeting and came straight forward. To be honest, I've seen him angry maybe a hand full of times, but I never seen him angry at Gemma. "Where is she, Mom?" 

Gemma sighed angrily. A little put off at my fathers attitude she cocked her hip and scoffed. "Hello to you too, Charming. Your moms fine by the way." She sent me a pointed look. "She already started her shift. She told me too tell you too leave the keys at the desk over there. The receptionist will take it too her during her lunch." Gemma's eyes contacted with her sons and sent him a guilty look. "And I promise this time, it was an accident."