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Teller Morrow Tragedy, Season 1, Chapter 4

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Warnings: mentions of drugs, underage drinking, dark thoughts, gun violence, axe violence, murder.

Tig’s POV

"Mom said you'd be by," she coughed. I looked down at my favorite kid, lying down in the hospital bed. She looked so small, "they won't believe me you know...all they saw was the empty bags."

"I wouldn't believe you either," I admitted sadly, sitting down in the chair, "you've been clean for a while, but you're a junkie, Amanda. That shit don’t just disappear."

"I'm not a junkie anymore Uncle Tig, you have to believe me," she pleaded. She reached out and took my hand. I looked into those crystalline eyes and every part of me wanted to believe her. A few tears fell down her cheeks and I broke. I reached over and brushed the tears away, “I wasn’t using.”

"Then what happened."

"Promise you won't kill anyone."

I felt my stomach drop, "did someone hurt you?"

"It's my fault," she said, "but I don't want you approaching anyone about it. I'll tell you but only if you promise to not act on anything."

I looked down at her pinkie that she held out for me. I didn't want to make that promise, but I had to know what was hurting her. I interlocked our pinkies and we each kissed our own hand, signifying that we would not break it.

"Now spill, kiddo."

"I'm in love with Juice," she whispered. I couldn't stop my body from reacting. I shot out of my chair and pulled my gun from my back pocket. She grabbed me before I took a step, "Uncle Tig! You promised!"

I looked back down at her, remembering our promise. With a heavy heart, and an even heavier sigh I put my gun back in my jeans and sat down, "What did he do to you?"

"He doesn't love me back," she sighed, "He'd been keeping me on the straight and narrow since I got out of rehab a few years ago...and we'd started seeing each other. But we never had sex. We got close a few times, but he never let it get there."

"God damn right he didn't," I growled, "you're a minor, Amanda."

She bit her lip and looked down at the blankets, "well I love him regardless. I told him I wanted to have sex...and make a baby.."

"AMANDA," I said, standing up, "baby girl no."

"Relax Uncle Tig," she sighed, "he told me no. He broke up with me."

"Well, he's retarded for breaking up with you," I said trying to cheer her up," but I'm glad he didn't fuck you. Is that why you did this to yourself? Over Juice?"

She gave me an annoyed look, "It wasn't just him. Lately I'd been having these thoughts come back to me...had them as a kid too...do you remember when mom let Missy get a bullfrog..."

"Yeah," I admitted, "You put firecrackers in it's mouth on July 4th. Missy was so sad."

"Uncle Tig," she said, reaching for me, "I have these dark thoughts...I don't necessarily want to kill people or anything...I'm not a psychopath...but I want to hurt things. I want to watch the world burn...I want to destroy it all...when I'm with Juice I don't really feel those emotions but I...well. I've always liked what you've gotten to do for the club. You get to do the hard stuff that no one else feels comfortable with."

As she told me this, I took a shaky breath. I could see a darkness in her that she'd normally kept so well hidden, I didn't know it was there. But as she was telling me about this it all made sense...why she favored me. Always asking if I needed help. She was reaching out to me and I just thought it was Clays' kid liking me. Mandy was trying to have me guide her...she saw my darkness.

"That's why you got high?"

"I didn't get high," she growled. I raised my brow and she huffed, laying back down, "I got drunk. I'd taken a bottle of jack from behind the bar when I left and I drank the whole thing. I got black out level drunk Uncle Tig. Yes, I bought from the Nords...but I got home, and all I could do was flush em down the toilet. I'm past that. You can even go to the house. No needles. Just empty bags...and under my bed is the empty bottle of Jack. I swear."

"That's it?"

"That's it," she said slowly. When I didn't respond she shook her head, "never mind. I knew I shouldn't have said anything."

"No," I said, "I'm glad you did, kiddo. If that's what really happened there are things we can do. I don't want you to feel alone. Mandy, I'm here for you."

She smiled and reached forward, pulling me into a hug, "thank you Tiggy. I know mom doesn't believe me. She thinks I'm relapsing because of everything that's been going on. With Missy passing and everything."

"I get it," I admitted, "don't feel like you have to explain that to me sweetie. I can understand that darkness and how alone it makes you feel."

"Tig?"

"Yeah, Amanda?"

"How do I make it go away?" she asked, "even with Juice it only stayed at a distance...I want the feelings to go away."

"They never go away kiddo," I sighed, my admission sad even to myself, "they're always going to be there. Deep, deep down. You just have to make sure that you can handle it. If you ever feel like you're in a dark spot let me know. I have ways of pushing those feelings down."

"I can't exactly throat pump the warehouse workers," she laughed, “kind of lacking the parts.”

I nodded, "yeah...I don't think I can exactly do that right now either. They're pretty fried."

Jax’s POV

So how’s my ex?" I asked, trying to make conversation.

"You really want to ask about that, Jacky boy?"

I shrugged, "Mikey's been getting mouthy lately. Alicia keeps telling her to be nice to me, but she's always looked at you like a dad, man."

"That why you calling Allie your ex?" he asked, "gotta be possessive?"

"You're right," I sighed, running my hand through my hair, "my bad brother."

"Not even worried about it Jacky boy," he said, dismissively taking a sip of his beer, "but the family is doin good. Mikey's been getting into trouble at school. Just like her father always did. Cain just started riding a bike without training wheels last week...an Declan. boy'o eats like no tomorrow."

"I'm glad they got you man," I sighed, "I am. No other brother I'd rather take care of them."

He nodded.

Half sack popped his head up between the center console, "we're almost there."

"I know," I laughed, "I'm driving remember. Calm your nut."

We all laughed it off, but it got serious a few minutes later where I pulled into the spot. I told juice to go jack a car and get the blood. Half Sack was going to help us get everything ready. He unloaded the white guy, and then we both got the Mexican guy to the side of the SUV. I positioned the white guy beneath the wheels as Chibs got in to move the car into position.

"Alright keep it coming. Move forward," I began instructing Chibs.

He pulled forward ever so slightly until a crunching sound came from under the SUV.

"Ahhh, that sounded nasty," he laughed, hopping out. We got at the bottom of the fat guy and began pulling.

"Someone call Green Peace," I strained, "we're saving a Mexican whale. We laughed and began loading him into the driver's seat. I could vaguely hear Chibs say something about Shamoo. Sack helped us pull him into the seat, and then went over to Juice who was approaching with the blood. He grabbed the two bags and I got to work on the Mexican guy.

"Make it look real," I reminded Sack. We finished up and got in front of the car, weapons out. I looked at the prospect, then at Chibs, "alright let's do it."

We lit the SUV up, and I could hear Chibs happy as all hell, "what a beautiful thing."

"Thank god," I muttered, when the shooting stopped. I ran over to the white guy and dipped my glove in the blood, "I'll write the message. We hopped into the station wagon and left the scene as fast as possible.

It wasn't until we were passing a gas station not too far away that I saw the douchebag that cut us off. I pulled up beside it, and Chibs seemed annoyed, "it's been a very long night brother."

"Come on," I laughed, "won't take long."

"Alright, but if Allie is at the club, pissed off...you get to deal with her. I was supposed to be home for dinner."

I laughed as I opened the door. I headed straight back to where the douche bag was, "yo, pass me one of those hostess, dumb dicks."

He turned around and I punched him hard, knocking him to the ground. I began to beat the shit out of him, and the shop keeper began running at me, "what are you doing. WHAT ARE YOU DOING?"

"Don't ever cut me off again, shithead," I growled. I got up and made my way towards the door. The shop keeper began yelling at me and turned me around.

"WHY DON'T YOU COME AT ME NOW, ASSHOLE?"

He shot his gun, and everyone ducked. I charged him and began to fight for the gun. He threw me off him, and he aimed for me again. My eyes got wide as I saw the shop keeper bury an axe into the back of his head.

I looked to Chibs, who was holding some random chick, "you okay Jacky boy?"

I got up and walked over to the guy. He was definitely dead. I looked to the door and saw a confused Juice, and an upset looking Half Sack.

"Holy shit," I muttered

We drove back in mostly silence. Chibs handed me the CCTV tape and I had Juice pull the tape out and light it on fire. None of us needed to remember that shit.

When we got back it was a little past 8 and the shop was starting to open up. I stripped down and went to bed. When I woke up, it was about 4 or so. I grabbed a beer and dad's manuscript and headed towards the roof.

"Most of us were not violent by nature. We all had our problems with authority, but none of us were sociopaths. We came to realize that when you move your life off the social grid, you give up on the safety that society provides. On the fringe, blood and bullets are the rule of law and if you're a man with convictions violence is inevitable. "

I took another drag on my cigarette and continued to read. When I finished a few pages, I went back downstairs. Mom was there, with a bag from the store. Said she picked up a few things for me. She saw the box from storage and her whole body went rigid. She tried to pass off some basic conversation, but I could see that she was hiding something. When one of the guys called for me, I smiled, grabbing the very thing I knew she was probably searching for.

"Custom job," I lied, walking out of the room, “nothing major.”

Chapter 5

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