A/N: Follow-up to « good news, bad news ».
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Jessica was nervous. She knew that something terrible had happened but she wasn't able to tell what it was to have her friend this upset and distraught. Asma was shaking and visibly had been crying for a long time now. She kept wiping out her tears as if it would make her stop but both knew it wouldn't. Worried, Jessica rubbed her round belly as if to reassure her unborn baby and herself before she had her sit on the couch. She informed Asma she would go make some infusion to calm her nerves and she should relax on the couch and flew towards the kitchen. Her hands were shaking because she had already seen her friend in such a state of mind and knew that Alcohol might potentially be involved if she wasn't careful. She made mental notes to go and hide all the liquors that were in her house so Asma wouldn't have the chance to take one and drink again. Jessica's hand was still shaking as she remembered the expression of pure fear she saw on her friend's face. Asma was more than scared, she was terrified.
In moments like these, she wouldn't have hesitated and would have taken her guns, called her boys, set up a meeting but she couldn't. Not when she was pregnant and Jax explicitly told her to stay safe. Chewing at her bottom lip, she took a chocolate curl and twirled it around her finger for a minute as she was waiting for the water to boil. She could hear Asma sob in the living room and tapped the fingers of the other hand onto the counter of the kitchen. How could she help her if not by providing her a safe place to stay at for a couple of days? After all, Asma called for help, so help she would get. Furrowing her brows, she put together big mugs of infusion she would give both Asma and herself to calm their nerves. The guest room was ready to welcome someone so it wasn't an issue, tonight they would talk and tomorrow they would plan about what to do next.
Asma was shaking too. Her arms were wrapped around her legs as she was rocking back and forth and tried to comfort herself. Everything is going to be alright. He might possibly not know where Jessica lived. The kids and her best friend would be alright. Asma kept trying to convince herself that she didn't do the wrong thing by asking her friend some help but it quite didn't calm her. All the opposite. She unwinded her arms from her legs and started to tap her fingers against the couch. There had to have alcohol somewhere in this house. Of course, there was, how would the crew members drink themselves to oblivion if there wasn't alcohol at home? Asma stood up and started to look out for a bottle. She would take the opportunity not to have Jessica in the same room to at least have a taste of alcohol and hide the bottle in her bag.
So she started to look around, at the shelves near the wall, at the huge dresser where books and albums were stored at. Usually, there was a bar in the drawers below, so she crouched in front of it and opened it. Her heartbeats were faster than before, the need for alcohol was overwhelming. In situations like these, she didn't want to feel. Escaping from her own emotions seemed to be Asma's solution. She would leave her own body, numb it down to the point of not feeling anything and maybe Oscar would vanish from her mind. Maybe he would even not come back to her life. She found a bottle of whiskey and sat on the floor with it in her hand. Her heart was now racing and hit against her ribcage. She remembered her conversation with Jax, how he encouraged her to try again despite her having fucked up her efforts and ruining 1 year of sobriety.
« Shit! » She groaned and wiped away her tears before she heard the familiar noise of cups tingling. It was Jessica who came back from the kitchen with the infusion she made Asma. She widely opened her eyes as she noticed her friend had a bottle in her hand and concern crossed her face. All this stress wasn't good for the baby, so Asma quietly put the bottle back into the drawer and closed it. « I didn't drink Jess. I didn't take a sip. » She then furrowed her brows and put her legs into a meditative position. « But I certainly really did want to. I want to. It's tempting me. »
« You won't be drinking tonight Asma. Whatever is hurting you, we can face it together. I can hear anything, you know I can. » She said as she gave Asma the tray so she could join her on the floor.
Sitting by Asma, right next to her, she rubbed her belly once again, as if to reassure the baby and herself that everything would be alright. It was a gesture that came naturally to her. Who would have thought? Jessica Darling Teller would get pregnant and have a child? Of course, she became more comfortable with the idea of it, despite her still having doubts, which probably was a step every parent went through. Tonight she was at peace with herself and excited about this new life she was carrying despite missing the one responsible for all of this: Jax himself. How dare he put that bun in the oven and leave the kitchen when he should be around and help her bake? How dare he be so far away and make her miss him like never before? It was exhausting, to say the least, to be this worried about someone who might not come back because of their job and the situation with Asma didn't make things go better but in a sense, they did. Asma needed her, Jessica needed action. She needed to feel that despite being pregnant, she still could be herself and wouldn't lose everything to this new changing stressful life. She still was Jess.
« I know you can. You don't have to but you still do. You're so good to me Jessica... » She said, her eyes deciding yet again to grace her face with tears. Jessica shook her head and gently stroked Asma's cheek with the back of her hand, almost motherly.
«Of course Honey. I am here for you. I am glad you are not injured, I was scared something might have happened to you. » She started, her hands still wiping tears away from Asma's face.
« It could have. I could have been dead by now. » She said shivering at the soft contact of her friend's hand over her face. Asma closed her eyes and leaned into Jessica's touch. The brunette furrowed her brows.
« A gang? Were you attacked by a gang? » But Asma shook her head. « Uh ?... A local from the town? » Asma shook her head once again. « Oscar ?. » She literally saw her friend stiffen once she heard the name. Of course, it was Oscar. Of course, it was this bastard. Nobody made Asma feel like this except Oscar. With the words combined and the fact Asma had almost tried to drink and ruin her efforts informed Jessica that what happened with him awoke painful memories. « What happened, sweetie ? » She asked, taking the mug in her hands and encouraging Asma to do so.
« He came to the AA meeting tonight. He came and... He was in the front row. Can you believe it? The front row? I couldn't do anything and just left and he followed me. Jess.. He knows about the AA meetings.. maybe he knows about my house.. maybe he knows about yours? I should. I shouldn't be there. » She said, shaking her head when Jessi gently pushed the tray towards her so she could grab her mug. « It was a bad idea. You're pregnant, you can be in danger! I have to go. » She said, as her legs moved and she tried to leave but Jessica held her arm and furrowed her brows.
« No way. You're not leaving this place. Are you fucking insane? If Oscar came to your meeting, then he certainly has been observing you for quite some time. You are NOT safe out there on your own and I cannot for the love of life let you walk away and be in danger! »
« Jessica !!! You don't seem to understand who you're messing with! I told you already all he did to me! I told you he has lost his mind and he's violent! I told you he threw me off the stairs, beat me and so and so because he was paranoid and controlling. I told you that me leaving him and hiding in Charming might have made him insane! HE IS INSANE and you are too if you want me to fucking stay here and put you in danger! Let me go! Let me go! » She said, knocking the tray and her mug in the process. She ran her hand through her pink locks, her tone clearly indicating she was terrified and not thinking straight but Jessica, despite being heartbroken by the sight of her friend, didn't let go of her.
« You are not going! I don't care about him right now! You are not going to leave Charming because you think you don't deserve to have another shot at life! You deserve a good life! Understood ? You deserve a fucking great life and a future! And you will have them here! I am not letting you go! I will NEVER let you go! » She said pulling Asma into a hug.
Asma tensed and at first didn't hug her sister back, but she relaxed and started to sob. Her arms wind around the brunette and she held her tighter. She was exhausted, mentally exhausted because of the emotions she had felt in the last week. From Tiggy sexing her up to Oscar showing up. Her heart couldn't catch a break. She held onto Jessica, making sure not to crush her belly and hid her face at the crook of his neck. She couldn't stop crying so Jessica gently petted her hair and whispered soothing words. Of course, she would not let Asma go and take the risk to be found by Oscar. God only knew what he had in store for her. He might kill her, kidnap her, force her to live with him again and be even more violent towards her. She shook at the idea of what Oscar could do to her sister and refused to even entertain the idea of letting her go.
Of course, he would look after Asma. He would try to find her and Jessica would be ready to kick his ass. She was already planning how to protect Asma without her crew. She could defend herself of course but wished she never had to. She thought about calling Crowley who might be of help but regarding what happened with Wendy a couple of months ago, she wasn't sure she wanted to see his face again. The wound didn't disappear, the pain was still there and despite Jax knowing -they still haven't talked about it in length and of how it would impact on the boys.- She still felt guilty and still had to tuck it together with tapes at the back of her mind to avoid thinking about it. So Crowley was only an emergency option. Asma calmed down after a while and pulled away from Jessica with an apologetic look on her face.
« I am sorry about the floor. I'll help you clean that up. I am sorry, you wanted to calm my nerves and I made a mess. »
« It's alright sweetpea, I still have my mug right there. Have some and drink up. » She said, now rubbing her sister's back. « Take your time when you drink. We'll figure out tomorrow how to help you with your situation. I need to make sure you're actually safer at home than not. Is it okay if you don't go to work for a few days? » Asma nodded. « Good, because he certainly knows where you work at and I don't want him to take any chance to hurt you. » She then watched as Asma gulped down the soothing beverage and kissed her temple as if to help soothe her even more.
« I didn't want to pull you into that shit. I didn't want to. »
« I know. You didn't. He found you. You were doing so much better lately. I have been trying to tell you that I was proud of all the efforts you made. You look stunning, your business seems to be good and... »
« ...And I had sex with Tiggy. » Asma quickly cut her short, much to Jessica's surprise.
« You what? » She asked again, unsure of whether or not she heard her well.
« Yeah. I had sex with him, about a week ago? He's out of town now but we... we had. I mean, he came to my shop some night and said he wanted some ink but I goddamn knew he didn't want to ink on him and was looking for something else. We bantered, we kissed, we had sex on the big chair then at my place. That was so good! Jess ! How come I haven't had sex in a year? I want to see him again you know? He was actually very good to me. I didn't expect that. »
« I'm sorry Asma but you had sex with Tiggy ??? Out of the blue? He just came at your shop and had sex with you like that? »
« Girl! I'm telling you! It was like in those porn flicks, except, I know the guy. I never thought he'd be looking at me and think he wanted to tap that. » She said chuckling because the thought of it was so surreal. She never thought Tiggy would even look at her twice nor did she think she would but it happened. He said the right things at the right moment and romanced her so hard -in his very own blunt sexy way- that she ended up shrugging off her doubts and gave into him. « I don't regret though... I want to see him again. Have some fun you know? »
« I said, you go, girl ! He'll be home soon enough, with Jax I hope. » She said watching as Asma stopped drinking and put her mug on the tray. « Asma, you should go and get some sleep. You are exhausted.
« I know... » Asma said, using the handkerchiefs to clean the plate and the spilled infusion. « I can't sleep alone. »
« You won't. You'll sleep next to me. I'd love that. »
« Really? » She asked, looking up to the brunette who pushed away some of her brown strands from her face.
« Really! The bed is empty so why not having you with me? We'll talk again tomorrow and figure this situation out. I promise you, he won't find you tonight. » She said kissing her shoulder. « Come over and have some sleep. We'll talk about Tiggy and you will tell me EVERYTHING, cause I want details. Come okay? » Asma, once the tray and the floor were clean, stood up and outstretched her hand so Jessica would stand back up too.
« Okay... I'll try to sleep then. I'll try to. »
« You better try that. I'll look after you Asma, you have nothing to fear here. If he ever tries to lay a finger on your hair, he's dead. No negotiations, no questions asked. » She said, a dark glare crossing her beautiful blue eyes.
« Thank you.Thank you. » She said, wiping out a fresh single tear that rolled down her face. She followed Jessica to her bed and crashed onto it. Jessica found herself laying on her back with Asma who laid her head against her shoulder and fell asleep as soon as she hit the soft mattress. Jessica barely slept that night, concerned about the following day. She would have to make sure the house was safe and that Oscar didn't find his way there so the boys would be safe. The night was quite eventful but it only was the beginning.
(TBC)
xxx
Jessica was nervous. She knew that something terrible had happened but she wasn't able to tell what it was to have her friend this upset and distraught. Asma was shaking and visibly had been crying for a long time now. She kept wiping out her tears as if it would make her stop but both knew it wouldn't. Worried, Jessica rubbed her round belly as if to reassure her unborn baby and herself before she had her sit on the couch. She informed Asma she would go make some infusion to calm her nerves and she should relax on the couch and flew towards the kitchen. Her hands were shaking because she had already seen her friend in such a state of mind and knew that Alcohol might potentially be involved if she wasn't careful. She made mental notes to go and hide all the liquors that were in her house so Asma wouldn't have the chance to take one and drink again. Jessica's hand was still shaking as she remembered the expression of pure fear she saw on her friend's face. Asma was more than scared, she was terrified.
In moments like these, she wouldn't have hesitated and would have taken her guns, called her boys, set up a meeting but she couldn't. Not when she was pregnant and Jax explicitly told her to stay safe. Chewing at her bottom lip, she took a chocolate curl and twirled it around her finger for a minute as she was waiting for the water to boil. She could hear Asma sob in the living room and tapped the fingers of the other hand onto the counter of the kitchen. How could she help her if not by providing her a safe place to stay at for a couple of days? After all, Asma called for help, so help she would get. Furrowing her brows, she put together big mugs of infusion she would give both Asma and herself to calm their nerves. The guest room was ready to welcome someone so it wasn't an issue, tonight they would talk and tomorrow they would plan about what to do next.
Asma was shaking too. Her arms were wrapped around her legs as she was rocking back and forth and tried to comfort herself. Everything is going to be alright. He might possibly not know where Jessica lived. The kids and her best friend would be alright. Asma kept trying to convince herself that she didn't do the wrong thing by asking her friend some help but it quite didn't calm her. All the opposite. She unwinded her arms from her legs and started to tap her fingers against the couch. There had to have alcohol somewhere in this house. Of course, there was, how would the crew members drink themselves to oblivion if there wasn't alcohol at home? Asma stood up and started to look out for a bottle. She would take the opportunity not to have Jessica in the same room to at least have a taste of alcohol and hide the bottle in her bag.
So she started to look around, at the shelves near the wall, at the huge dresser where books and albums were stored at. Usually, there was a bar in the drawers below, so she crouched in front of it and opened it. Her heartbeats were faster than before, the need for alcohol was overwhelming. In situations like these, she didn't want to feel. Escaping from her own emotions seemed to be Asma's solution. She would leave her own body, numb it down to the point of not feeling anything and maybe Oscar would vanish from her mind. Maybe he would even not come back to her life. She found a bottle of whiskey and sat on the floor with it in her hand. Her heart was now racing and hit against her ribcage. She remembered her conversation with Jax, how he encouraged her to try again despite her having fucked up her efforts and ruining 1 year of sobriety.
« Shit! » She groaned and wiped away her tears before she heard the familiar noise of cups tingling. It was Jessica who came back from the kitchen with the infusion she made Asma. She widely opened her eyes as she noticed her friend had a bottle in her hand and concern crossed her face. All this stress wasn't good for the baby, so Asma quietly put the bottle back into the drawer and closed it. « I didn't drink Jess. I didn't take a sip. » She then furrowed her brows and put her legs into a meditative position. « But I certainly really did want to. I want to. It's tempting me. »
« You won't be drinking tonight Asma. Whatever is hurting you, we can face it together. I can hear anything, you know I can. » She said as she gave Asma the tray so she could join her on the floor.
Sitting by Asma, right next to her, she rubbed her belly once again, as if to reassure the baby and herself that everything would be alright. It was a gesture that came naturally to her. Who would have thought? Jessica Darling Teller would get pregnant and have a child? Of course, she became more comfortable with the idea of it, despite her still having doubts, which probably was a step every parent went through. Tonight she was at peace with herself and excited about this new life she was carrying despite missing the one responsible for all of this: Jax himself. How dare he put that bun in the oven and leave the kitchen when he should be around and help her bake? How dare he be so far away and make her miss him like never before? It was exhausting, to say the least, to be this worried about someone who might not come back because of their job and the situation with Asma didn't make things go better but in a sense, they did. Asma needed her, Jessica needed action. She needed to feel that despite being pregnant, she still could be herself and wouldn't lose everything to this new changing stressful life. She still was Jess.
« I know you can. You don't have to but you still do. You're so good to me Jessica... » She said, her eyes deciding yet again to grace her face with tears. Jessica shook her head and gently stroked Asma's cheek with the back of her hand, almost motherly.
«Of course Honey. I am here for you. I am glad you are not injured, I was scared something might have happened to you. » She started, her hands still wiping tears away from Asma's face.
« It could have. I could have been dead by now. » She said shivering at the soft contact of her friend's hand over her face. Asma closed her eyes and leaned into Jessica's touch. The brunette furrowed her brows.
« A gang? Were you attacked by a gang? » But Asma shook her head. « Uh ?... A local from the town? » Asma shook her head once again. « Oscar ?. » She literally saw her friend stiffen once she heard the name. Of course, it was Oscar. Of course, it was this bastard. Nobody made Asma feel like this except Oscar. With the words combined and the fact Asma had almost tried to drink and ruin her efforts informed Jessica that what happened with him awoke painful memories. « What happened, sweetie ? » She asked, taking the mug in her hands and encouraging Asma to do so.
« He came to the AA meeting tonight. He came and... He was in the front row. Can you believe it? The front row? I couldn't do anything and just left and he followed me. Jess.. He knows about the AA meetings.. maybe he knows about my house.. maybe he knows about yours? I should. I shouldn't be there. » She said, shaking her head when Jessi gently pushed the tray towards her so she could grab her mug. « It was a bad idea. You're pregnant, you can be in danger! I have to go. » She said, as her legs moved and she tried to leave but Jessica held her arm and furrowed her brows.
« No way. You're not leaving this place. Are you fucking insane? If Oscar came to your meeting, then he certainly has been observing you for quite some time. You are NOT safe out there on your own and I cannot for the love of life let you walk away and be in danger! »
« Jessica !!! You don't seem to understand who you're messing with! I told you already all he did to me! I told you he has lost his mind and he's violent! I told you he threw me off the stairs, beat me and so and so because he was paranoid and controlling. I told you that me leaving him and hiding in Charming might have made him insane! HE IS INSANE and you are too if you want me to fucking stay here and put you in danger! Let me go! Let me go! » She said, knocking the tray and her mug in the process. She ran her hand through her pink locks, her tone clearly indicating she was terrified and not thinking straight but Jessica, despite being heartbroken by the sight of her friend, didn't let go of her.
« You are not going! I don't care about him right now! You are not going to leave Charming because you think you don't deserve to have another shot at life! You deserve a good life! Understood ? You deserve a fucking great life and a future! And you will have them here! I am not letting you go! I will NEVER let you go! » She said pulling Asma into a hug.
Asma tensed and at first didn't hug her sister back, but she relaxed and started to sob. Her arms wind around the brunette and she held her tighter. She was exhausted, mentally exhausted because of the emotions she had felt in the last week. From Tiggy sexing her up to Oscar showing up. Her heart couldn't catch a break. She held onto Jessica, making sure not to crush her belly and hid her face at the crook of his neck. She couldn't stop crying so Jessica gently petted her hair and whispered soothing words. Of course, she would not let Asma go and take the risk to be found by Oscar. God only knew what he had in store for her. He might kill her, kidnap her, force her to live with him again and be even more violent towards her. She shook at the idea of what Oscar could do to her sister and refused to even entertain the idea of letting her go.
Of course, he would look after Asma. He would try to find her and Jessica would be ready to kick his ass. She was already planning how to protect Asma without her crew. She could defend herself of course but wished she never had to. She thought about calling Crowley who might be of help but regarding what happened with Wendy a couple of months ago, she wasn't sure she wanted to see his face again. The wound didn't disappear, the pain was still there and despite Jax knowing -they still haven't talked about it in length and of how it would impact on the boys.- She still felt guilty and still had to tuck it together with tapes at the back of her mind to avoid thinking about it. So Crowley was only an emergency option. Asma calmed down after a while and pulled away from Jessica with an apologetic look on her face.
« I am sorry about the floor. I'll help you clean that up. I am sorry, you wanted to calm my nerves and I made a mess. »
« It's alright sweetpea, I still have my mug right there. Have some and drink up. » She said, now rubbing her sister's back. « Take your time when you drink. We'll figure out tomorrow how to help you with your situation. I need to make sure you're actually safer at home than not. Is it okay if you don't go to work for a few days? » Asma nodded. « Good, because he certainly knows where you work at and I don't want him to take any chance to hurt you. » She then watched as Asma gulped down the soothing beverage and kissed her temple as if to help soothe her even more.
« I didn't want to pull you into that shit. I didn't want to. »
« I know. You didn't. He found you. You were doing so much better lately. I have been trying to tell you that I was proud of all the efforts you made. You look stunning, your business seems to be good and... »
« ...And I had sex with Tiggy. » Asma quickly cut her short, much to Jessica's surprise.
« You what? » She asked again, unsure of whether or not she heard her well.
« Yeah. I had sex with him, about a week ago? He's out of town now but we... we had. I mean, he came to my shop some night and said he wanted some ink but I goddamn knew he didn't want to ink on him and was looking for something else. We bantered, we kissed, we had sex on the big chair then at my place. That was so good! Jess ! How come I haven't had sex in a year? I want to see him again you know? He was actually very good to me. I didn't expect that. »
« I'm sorry Asma but you had sex with Tiggy ??? Out of the blue? He just came at your shop and had sex with you like that? »
« Girl! I'm telling you! It was like in those porn flicks, except, I know the guy. I never thought he'd be looking at me and think he wanted to tap that. » She said chuckling because the thought of it was so surreal. She never thought Tiggy would even look at her twice nor did she think she would but it happened. He said the right things at the right moment and romanced her so hard -in his very own blunt sexy way- that she ended up shrugging off her doubts and gave into him. « I don't regret though... I want to see him again. Have some fun you know? »
« I said, you go, girl ! He'll be home soon enough, with Jax I hope. » She said watching as Asma stopped drinking and put her mug on the tray. « Asma, you should go and get some sleep. You are exhausted.
« I know... » Asma said, using the handkerchiefs to clean the plate and the spilled infusion. « I can't sleep alone. »
« You won't. You'll sleep next to me. I'd love that. »
« Really? » She asked, looking up to the brunette who pushed away some of her brown strands from her face.
« Really! The bed is empty so why not having you with me? We'll talk again tomorrow and figure this situation out. I promise you, he won't find you tonight. » She said kissing her shoulder. « Come over and have some sleep. We'll talk about Tiggy and you will tell me EVERYTHING, cause I want details. Come okay? » Asma, once the tray and the floor were clean, stood up and outstretched her hand so Jessica would stand back up too.
« Okay... I'll try to sleep then. I'll try to. »
« You better try that. I'll look after you Asma, you have nothing to fear here. If he ever tries to lay a finger on your hair, he's dead. No negotiations, no questions asked. » She said, a dark glare crossing her beautiful blue eyes.
« Thank you.Thank you. » She said, wiping out a fresh single tear that rolled down her face. She followed Jessica to her bed and crashed onto it. Jessica found herself laying on her back with Asma who laid her head against her shoulder and fell asleep as soon as she hit the soft mattress. Jessica barely slept that night, concerned about the following day. She would have to make sure the house was safe and that Oscar didn't find his way there so the boys would be safe. The night was quite eventful but it only was the beginning.
(TBC)
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