#his lil grin after “if it's on clay it doesn't count”

[fritzes]

a confused taylor fritz completely forgets about his roland garros match against casper ruud

[stunset]

CHAPTER PREVIEW —

THE REVELATOR CHAPTER THREE

PLAYING CATCH UP

It's three months later when Jax has another run in with Ethan's sister.

With the one year anniversary of Ethan's death coming up, he knew it would be inevitable that he'd have to face the Marshall family one way or another. Though Haskall's taunting visits to his parents house have slowed down to almost a complete stop, he can't help but feel like another blow out is bound to happen.

And his brothers feel the same way as they discuss it over church.

"That old dick is gonna get himself killed." Tig growls out, talking about Haskall. The table nods in agreement, even Jax.

He's honestly surprised Clay hasn't sent retaliation the man's way. With the way he comes around the lot or his parents house, drunk and yelling about how they're murderers, Jax thinks he's bound to get himself killed.

But, he knows the only reason he hasn't is because they're Ethan's parents and because of Faith. All the men have come to a unanimous agreement that no harm will come the girls way. Jax can admit that more than once he's went to check up on her. Whether it be asking Michelle about her or just asking around town. He feels a protectiveness over her that he can't really explain. One time Tara heard him asking about Faith and she lost her fucking mind.

"I thought he'd have given it up by now." Bobby says. "It's been a year and dudes got a family to take care of."

"Too busy gettin' drunk to give a shite." Chibs shakes his head. "I woulda never thought Lil Bit's dad would be like that."

"I can't believe it's been a year." Piney breaks in, his voice almost sad.

The table goes quiet for a second. It'll be a year tomorrow and they all seem to feel the weight of it looming over them. Jax runs his hand over his now short hair. It doesn't feel like it's been a year, in fact it feels like it was just a short while ago that Ethan was sitting at this table in between Chibs and Tig. The enforcer of the club that always cracked a joke, and always seemed to have a gun or knife hidden somewhere no matter how many times Clay told him not to hide them in the clubhouse.

"We should do something for 'em." Chibs says.

"We got a run to worry about." Clay replies, shooting down Chibs suggestion.

"Brother, Ethan was an important part of the club." Bobby interjects.

"We should throw a party in Tacoma for him." Jax speaks up, and all eyes turn to him.

Everyone knows that Jax and Ethan were close. After Thomas died Ethan took the role as the closest thing he's ever had to a brother.

And, everyone also knows that Ethan liked to party.

"Ethan loved Tacoma." Opie agrees, giving Jax a nod of his head before they both turn their gaze to Jax's step-father.

Clay seems to think for a second before nodding his head, "Yeah. But we deliver the guns first."

Everyone throws in their agreements and Clay dismisses everyone. They all make their way out of Church except for Clay and Tig who hang back.

"Our first run, brother." Opie says, a grin on his face as he clasps his hands over Jax's shoulders and gives him a shake.

"Hell yeah, man." Jax grins as he can't help but feel like he's finally becoming apart of the club like he's always wanted.

Kyle walks up to the pair with his usual smirk on his face, "Lets get fucking drunk."

Opie and Jax can't say no to their friend and follow him to the bar.

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Carrie thinks if there's a God, he played a very cruel prank on her family.

What God pairs someone like her up with parents like this?

Parents that sit around the dinner table every night and ask her the same questions? The only thing that ever changes is what they say Grace about.

Thank You God for this fork so I can stab myself in the eye.

"How was school?" Her father asks, like he asks every night.

"It was fine." She answers, the same answer she gives every night.

She wonders how a preacher can possibly be so boring. He's literally paid to talk, how can he not come up with conversation?

She thinks it's because they hate having her as a daughter as much as she hates having them as parents. She's a preacher's daughter who doesn't believe in God. She's a preacher's kid who acts like a Jezebel. She can admit she finds a bit of amusement in disappointing her parents.

"Are you having any trouble in your classes?" Her mother asks, not even bothering to look at Carrie.

It's sad, really. Carrie can recite word for word what her parents are going to ask her. She's sure they know exactly what her answer will be. The only time conversation changes is in public or when she's in trouble.

"No I'm doing fine." Carrie answers, pushing her plate away and standing up.

"Where are you going?" Her father asks, not sounding the least bit worried about it.

"Out." Carrie says simply. She grabs her coat and slams the door behind her.

Her parents won't come looking for her as long as she doesn't get into any trouble. She finds it ironic, the Bible says children are blessings for for parents to raise them up. The only verse her father seems to follow for children is "don't spare the rod."

She feels as if her parents aren't really her parents. They're very separate from her. She knows they've given up on trying to mold her into the perfect choir girl. They're just counting the days until she turns eighteen and leaves. And best believe Carrie's doing the same.

The roar of a motorcycle breaks through the silence of the night. The bike slows down and pulls up next to her, close enough that she can see it's Kyle Hobart.

"What's a pretty girl like you doin' out here by herself?" He asks, flashing her his teeth as he gives her a smile.

Carrie can admit she wishes it would have been Jax or Opie pulling up, she finds them cuter. But, she runs her fingers through her pretty brown hair and gives him a smile.

"Just taking a walk." She says lowly.

He offers her a sleazy smirk, "Need a ride?"

The fifteen year old gives him her own smirk and climbs on the back of the bike.