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"Somebody told me once that pain is a game we all gotta play. Then why am I in overtime and sudden death every other day. I know that for the good of life there's a price we all gotta pay. But I'll pay 'til I'm poor and I still don't know what it is to have a good day, yeah.”
Donna couldn’t believe Jax was tearing up Charming trying to find Tara. For two months she sat at home with not a word from him and now she’s supposed to clear her schedule for the Prince? When he came to Donna acting like she was wrong for not telling him Tara was still in town and pregnant, she told him to fuck all the way off. She wasn’t going to bother Tara, hell she was probably off somewhere getting laid and good for her. She left her a message trying to give her the heads up on Jax and his posse looking for her.
Tara thoroughly enjoyed her two-day spa treatments and some luxury shopping in San Francisco. So much relaxation. She was heading back to Charming after meeting with her attorney, George, when suddenly saw at least two charters worth of motorcycles behind her, along with SAMCRO, right outside the city limits. Shit, she should have gotten a rental car instead of taking the Cutlass. What the hell?
Jax pulled alongside her and waved her to pull over. Christ, what the hell is going on? He walked up to her window and looked livid. “Where the hell have you been?”
She was floored. “What do you mean? I had plans and am on my way back. I told you I would meet with you today at noon. Besides, since when do I have to tell you where I am going? It’s been two months since we split up. You don’t see me asking what Croweater or porn slut you were hooking up with when you were stocking up for the Man-Whore Olympics at the Apothecary.”
Jax just kept right on, “We need to talk.” Tara was done with this bullshit. Maybe staying in Charming wasn’t great idea if she was going to have to deal with his entitled patriarchal bullshit. That familiar urge to pack up her shit and run as far away as she could creeped in. No, that’s exactly what she shouldn’t do.
“You can’t stay here. It’s too dangerous.”
No, she has the right to live wherever the hell she wants. It’s not her fault that his life is so ludicrous that it puts everyone he touches in danger, trapped below a pendulum in a pit.
“Ok, here we are. This is where we will talk.” Jax was stunned, “We need to go some place private.”
She was beyond done. “No Jax, let’s cut to the chase. I’m having a good day and you are not going to steal my joy. You are not going to push me around, gaslight, or manipulate me. You don’t get to tell me where I can live or where I can go. I have earned the right to make my own decisions and have dealt with worse.”
She hesitated to go on but knew the bandaid had to be ripped off. “I have been beaten senseless, sexually assaulted, and survived. You helped me end that fear. However, I am not leaving Charming. I grew up here and will raise our child here. This town is not poisonous, you are. The fact that you would choose "this life" over our love and the presence of your own flesh and blood is beyond insane. Why is ok for Abel to stay here but not JT?”
“What do you mean JT?” Jax responded.
“Jackson Thomas Teller is the name of our son. Yes, our baby is a boy. I just had my appointment this morning and have the ultrasound. I would have invited you, but you bailed on us eight weeks ago.”
She knew it was a mistake but told Jax anyways, “I love you so much and am staying so you can be a part of our son’s life. I can’t be with you because you are stuck in this arrested development hot wheels life and have made it clear that is your priority by fucking porn sluts and gods know who or what else.”
She continued, “If you choose this ridiculous outlaw life over our love, and more importantly your own son, that’s on you not me. I have a family law attorney that has a more than fair custody agreement drafted and will send it over to you and your attorney.”
“Oh, and if your Mommy Dearest can’t learn boundaries and respect them, then she can stay the hell away from me too”
The absolute shock on Jax’s face summed up anything he could say so Tara got back in the Cutlass and looked at him. “I am tired now and am going home.”