The Places You Have Come to Fear the Most - An SOA Fan Fiction

Chapter 3

The days following her sudden arrival Amelia just milled around the clubhouse aimlessly as the guys all came and went. Tig wanted her there, he swore if she was alone she'd bolt again, but she'd caught up with them all and was growing bored. She watched from the far corner with interest as a more miserable than usual Opie went into Chapel with Clay. As she tiptoed over toward the couch, in hopes of catching something as they left, she heard Gemma's heels clicking on the floor as she entered the clubhouse. Forcing a tight smile Amelia stopped in her tracks and waved.

"Hey Gem. How are you?" Amelia was trying, she really was but Gemma, making no attempt to hide her disdain, just went about her business. "Still mad, huh?"

Turning on her heel, her hands on her hips, she glared at Amelia. "You stole my car and drove it into a ditch. Not to mention how hard it was to scrub the blood out of the carpets in Jax's room and help him get over that shit. So yeah, I'm still a little mad."

Gemma was always cruel and unforgiving, even when they had been so close during Amelia's younger years. She nodded, unsure of what she really expected Gemma to say. "I wasn't in my right mind, I needed help. I'm sorry, Gemma. I didn't want to pull anyone into my shit, it just happened."

"You didn't want to but you still did. You sucked us into your little dramatic meltdown." She sneered and narrowed her eyes she stared at the young woman. "You know how upset he was?" Tig was beside himself, Amelia remembered better than she wanted to but Gemma specifically meant Jax. "You were like a sister to him and finding you like that almost killed him. How dare you come back here after the pain you put him and your father through?"

"I want to make up for it," Amelia said defensively. "I want to come home to my family, make shit right and just be happy. Gem, please, I know that year was shitty for everyone and I only made it worse but you were the only female I ever really had in my life, the only one I have now. Please, let me just show you I'm better now, I'm good."

It wasn't something Gemma would say but Amelia had been like the daughter she never had or ever wanted. It was a strange kind of relationship they had built but up until her break they had had a nice kind of bond. "You hurt them," she pointed behind her toward the lot, her voice softening despite still menacing. "Any of them, with your psychobabble, you'll regret ever coming back here."

Amelia nodded and stepped back, suitably terrified. "Okay." Scurrying out to the lot Amelia dug her smokes out of her purse and planted herself on the swings. Maybe coming home wasn't a good idea. She didn't think after so long people would still be so hurt by what had happened. Tying her hair back she slipped her sunglasses on and watched the comings and goings. "Oh," she looked up to see Tig hovering above her. "Hey."

"You okay? I saw you talking to Gem."

She shrugged. "I'm fine, really. She's Gemma, I don't know why I expected any better than I got."

Tig shrugged it off, she'd come around eventually. "Amelia, did you file for divorce? Did you tell him you were leaving?"

She blanked, it had barely been a week since she fled and already he was questioning her. "Well, not really. He knew, Dad, he knew I wanted out. The papers should be served today or tomorrow, I think?"

Waving a missing persons report in her face Tig looked at her, disappointed but more worried than anything else. "You didn't tell him you were leaving."

"Where did you get that?" She asked, snatching it from him as her cheeks flushed red with embarrassment. "He's just trying to show me he cares it's fine." She said reading it over. "I'll call him." From the corner of her eye she saw Juice loitering around by the boxing ring, a laptop tucked under his arm. "Oh, I see. Digging up dirt on me, huh?"