Fresh Start (jax teller)

Chapter 27

After walking the walk of shame inside the hospital with the stares of my former colleagues, I was able to get a ride back home from Christian. I stared in silence out the window feeling a little shamed that I broke the promise I made myself to never use. In the past, I used it for fun, never like this. Never did I feel the urge to feel some sort of warmth and escape that I felt. I craved the feeling. This feeling alone scared me knowing I was not gonna stop when I got home.

"I'm not letting you go back inside alone."

"Christian can you like seriously fuck off I don't like you anymore I don't want anything to do with you anymore."

"Marilyn I don't think you understand the consequences of your actions."

"Dude I'm like seriously so fuckin' annoyed and it's getting to a point where I'm gonna fuckin' kill you if you don't fuck off so please go away and never speak to me again." Christian looked appalled by my nasty statement and didn't say a word. I got out of the car and they drove away.

I knew that would be the last time I would see Christian Grey.

It's been several weeks and I haven't gotten out of the house. I got the mom phone call several times a week to make sure I wasn't dead. The Tellers were kind enough to drop by together to check if I was okay as if they couldn't come individually. In this point, I hated everything and everyone around me. The only thing keeping me alive was my daily dose of crank. I was starting to become adaptive to it that I can do daily things. My tolerance grew higher and higher each day which made me inject more. The heroin in Charming was actually trash and not strong as others that I'd tried.

To surprise, I received a knock at my door in the middle of shooting up, but ignored it. A minute later while I was on the floor half passed out, I heard my door open.

"Jesus Christ it smells like shit in here." I heard. In a faint view, I could see the outline of Gemma staring.

"Stupid junkie bitch." I heard her say. I was so out of it that I didn't know what she was doing. I could hear her walking all around my house and making noise. I saw her picking things up and throwing stuff away. She made a phone call and continued.

Not long after, a tall large figure storms in with two others.

"Holy shit." I heard one of them say. I was high but a bit conscious. I couldn't make out what their conversations were about.

I was led to walk and follow them into a van. They sat me in the back seat while I tried to get sober. Shortly, we made it to the clubhouse. Luckily, it was night time so no one really saw me except some of the guys. I was put to rest in one of the rooms and laid down. Gemma made me take a shower but assisted me since I wasn't completely there.

After I showered I laid in the bed, almost sober but feeling tired.

"Why am I here Gemma?" I said in an exhaustive manner.

"So she finally speaks. You're here because you're arm is covered in track marks and your house smelled like shit."

"Yeah so what."

"So the club head about the favor you did them."

"What favor?"

"Getting your billionaire pretty boy to stand down."

"What are you talking about?"

"He wrote a letter to the club saying you convinced him to step down so he's not longer going to invest in Charming."

"That didn't happen." I said as I sat up.

"Between you & I, it didn't happen. It's a good thing for you. Makes the club appreciative."

"A motorcycle club liking me is the least of my fuckin' concerns."

"A proper thank you would've been better wording. Get up. The guys are coming for a little reunion."

"I appreciate what you're doing but I think I want to go home."

"Why so you can shoot up again?"

"Yes so I can shoot up again so let me be." Gemma walked out of the room and shut the door. I sat in bed contemplating my life choices.

A few minutes later, a knock is heard on my door. I didn't say anything but they still managed to open the door.

"Hey." He comes in and closes the door. "How do you feel?"

"Fine."

"The club wants to know where you got the crank from."

I chuckled, "Jesus Christ Jax. I know you don't owe me shit but I expected you to be more concerned. How can you just kiss me and then act like it never happened or act like you don't give a shit about my being? I actually thought I liked you I mean Jesus Christ I opened up to you about my personal life and you defended me! Why would you do all that and act like a complete asshole?!"

"You're right I don't owe you shit darling. I'm not your Prince Charming, you're not my old lady. We're neighbors. I'm here on club business." I couldn't help but to be a bit heartbroken. I knew everything he said was accurate but actually hearing it coming from him was sad. I felt stupid thinking that I ever had a chance with Jax knowing he was married with kids.

"Why even kiss me then? Is that how you treat your wife by kissing your fuckin' neighbor?"

"Don't talk about my marriage."

"It's not fair to me and to Tara. You can't do what you do it's fucked up. You already fucked up you already kissed me you already fucked her over so what's the fuckin' point of defending your marriage?" The tension in the room grew stronger and we both couldn't hold it in anymore. It started off with kissing then clothes being ripped off. The sexual tension we both had finally been released.