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This is a Dark Jax AU and may or may not have a happy ending.
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“Be what you wanna be. See what you came to see. Been what you wanna be. I don't like what I see.”
Hell Within
As Tara opened the door, seeing the whore riding Jax and the look of desire on his face hit her like a freight train. She knew when Juice told her where Jax was, it wasn’t going to be good.
She remembers him saying it was trashy money but at least legit right after she got out of jail. He then left right away to go do whatever it is he does now as President. She knows now that being with this whore was probably part of that and obviously more important to him than being with her the day she got out of jail.
She remembers all the times he said he wouldn’t hurt her since the last time he cheated on her. Especially the time after she asked him if he loved her after the shower when her hand was freshly wounded.
She knows now that it was all a lie designed to keep the boys here while biding his time to find a way to finally get rid of her. He knew they would never leave. How could he want to give up the perks of this life? Fucking whores while she’s at home popping out the kids and cooking him dinner like a good old lady.
He never was going to help her avoid jail. He was banking on her going to jail so he could hand the boys over to Gemma, and he could come play with the madame at the best little whorehouse in California while she figured out how to survive however long she was going to be in prison. How could she have been so stupid to believe him? She really should have left for Chicago the day after Donna died and never looked back.
Just then he looked up and saw her, the smug grin he gave her destroyed what was left of any hope she had that he actually loved her. Her heart literally broke in that moment. The pain took her breath away. She knew right then and there she needed to just walk away and never come back.
Maybe Patterson could help her find some place to stay until trial. Gemma made it clear that she was not their mother anymore and obviously Jax had the motivation now to make her disappear. He could play with Mommy Fetish all day long while she figured out how to hope he wouldn’t just end it all right there.
She was numb. She meekly apologized to Jax and turned around to leave. She very politely closed the door and turned to see Tig’s shocked face. She heard Jax telling the Madame to give him a few minutes and trying to put on this clothes. She then calmly walked down the stairs and just walked out the front door. She heard him calling her name while rushing up to her. She sat down on the ledge of the retaining wall along the fence when Jax finally caught up to her.
“What are you doing here, Tara?” She looked at him and knew she was defeated. He didn’t even look sorry that she caught him. “Juice told me you were here. I wanted to let you know how sorry I am for what I did and I’ll go away just like Gemma told me you wanted.”
The look of defeat on her face didn’t seem to even register with him. “I’m going home and will fix dinner for you. When you’re done here, or wherever else you’re going, I’ll make sure the food is ready and warm.
She took out the gun that was in her purse and handed it to him. “Please take this. I’m not in the right frame of mind and don’t think it’s a good idea for me to have it.” She then got in the car and drove straight to Patterson’s office.
Patterson was surprised to see her. “What can I do for you, Dr. Knowles?”
“I just found my husband fucking the Madame of the whorehouse he runs. I need a safe place to stay until the trial where I won’t hurt myself, or they can hurt me. I’m definitely not in a good place mentally right now. Gemma also told me I only had two choices, go away or pass away, so I need someplace where they can’t make the pass away part happen.”
Patterson came around the desk and couldn’t believe how dejected she was. The eeriness of how calm she was definitely was concerning. The fact that Gemma Teller-Morrow threatened her didn’t surprise her at all. She would address that once she knew Tara was safe.
“Dr. Knowles are you telling me you want to harm yourself?”
“Yes.”
“Ok, I can have Roosevelt escort you to the hospital for a psych evaluation and make sure it’s in a secure facility.”
Her thoughts on how to figure out what kind of deal they could make to avoid trial for her were the priority now. The woman was clearly on the verge of being suicidal and she wanted to protect her from herself and her husband, who apparently didn’t give a shit because if he cared she wouldn’t be alone or even in her office right now.
Roosevelt walked in at that moment and Patterson was relieved. She told him everything and he looked concerned at how off kilter she looked too.
“We should take her to the station until we can set up the admission. Make sure Teller knows she’s not here ratting because that’s exactly what they are thinking and she’s a dead woman walking until he knows that fact.”
Patterson agreed, “We should keep her here under watch. A jail cell isn’t a good idea either. He could find a way to get to her once she’s out of our sight.”
She gently offered Tara her arm and she took it like it was her only lifeline. She was not surprised when she opened her office door, and Jax Teller and five of his crew were in the waiting area.
“I’m here to take Tara home. She’s not well right now.”
Roosevelt stepped up. “She is in our custody until we can get a psychiatric evaluation because she told us she is having thoughts of harming herself. Don’t worry, she’s not ratting. She made that clear. All she wants is a safe place to stay until her trial.”
Jax knew he was fucked in so many ways at this point. His deal with Patterson was off the table now that Tara was essentially turning herself in. Patterson walked out of her office, not surprised to see him.
“Our deal isn’t off the table Mr. Teller until we establish Dr. Knowles competency at this point. She isn’t ratting but our concern for her safety definitely puts our deal with you on hold. I suggest you contact your lawyer for counsel on how to proceed. Your mother needs to seek counsel too. I’ll be in touch with further details.”
Tara smiled weakly at Jax. “Please take care of our boys. Gemma will be happy and I’m sure you’re relieved too.”