Hell On Wheels

5

The club finally had a day off to relax and rest after a long run, Saturday morning cartoons were your second favorite time with Happy.

Things were rough for the two of you for the past few months, trust was the biggest issue. He didn't quite understand why at first but when you finally snapped at him he understood.

As always you had fallen asleep wrapped in his arms watching cartoons on TV, the ringing of the doorbell woke you up.

"I got it," you told him as you got up and walked towards the front door. Not bothering to ask who it was, you pulled the door open.

Your eyes went wide at first from being so surprised but then the anger and jealousy hit when you saw the baby bump that was forming on her stomach.

"is he here?" she asked

"he is," you said,

"what are you doing here?" you heard him ask from behind you

"I'm pregnant, it's yours and I have no place to live so I expect to stay here since I'm carrying your child or I'll get the courts involved" she stated as if we didn't have a choice in anything.

"You're out of your god damned mind sweetie," you told her

"Come back later, let me and her talk," he told her as he slammed the door shut.

"You're fucking kidding me right? She's NOT staying here" you yelled as soon as the door was shut.

"No" He looked down at you

"whatever" you grabbed your keys off the table by the door and left.

Barefoot, in short shorts and an oversized SAMCRO tee shirt, you walked inside your mom's house. She was awake and making coffee for Clay when you walked in.

It was obvious something was bothering you, so she made you sit down and talk about it. She eventually got everything out of you. From him cheating to getting her pregnant and wanting to move her in.

Obviously being a Teller, you would never agree to something like that but your mom had several good points.

After several hours at your moms, you changed into a pair of old gray skinny jeans, a Georgia Bulldogs shirt, and some flip flops. Grabbing some of the leftover breakfast on the stove you ate and headed back home.

Walking inside he was still on the couch watching cartoons, kicking off your flip flops at the door you took a seat next to him on the couch. After several minutes you grabbed the remote and turned off the TV.

He turned and looked at you waiting for you to start talking,

"When she comes back if she does, she can stay in the guest room. I don't agree with this but she is carrying your kid or so she claims, but that's the only reason I'm semi ok with this" you told him as you grabbed the blanket off the back of the couch and curled up in it.

He just shook his head up and down, then turned the TV back on.

It took exactly 2 weeks for you to walk in on the two of them, you somehow knew this was going to happen.

"Are you kidding me?" you said when you walked into your bedroom and saw the two of them in bed together.

He was quick to pull his pants on and grab ahold of you before you did something stupid.

"You need to leave" he turned and looked at her, she just got up and grabbed her clothes and walked out but not without you taking a swing at her. He quickly grabbed you by your waist and picked you up moving you away.

"Put me down" You yelled at him he soon released you, as soon as he did you turned around punched him straight in the jaw.

"After everything I've done for you shows how much you really care" you yelled as you shoved him away from you. Your voice never once cracked the only thing that gave away that you were hurt were the tears that fell from your eyes as you walked past him. He stood in the living room watching you grab your purse and keys before you got in your truck and left.

You filled up your truck and hit the road, you eventually stopped to send everyone a text that you had left and you weren't coming back. Every single one of them sent you a text, except for Juice. You had a very long conversation with him as you drove, you were thankful that you had someone in the club that was close to your age and could understand you.

Once you arrived back in Monroe, GA you called your manager and told him that you were back home and wanted to be put on the next tour that had a spot open. You were in your house working on some new songs when your manager called you back saying that you had a spot on the Blackout Tour with Brantley Gilbert and that the busses were actually stopped in his hometown of Jefferson that you could meet them there. You packed a small bag of clothes you had at your house and made the 40-minute drive to Jefferson.

Getting out of your truck you gathered your stuff as one of the crew guys offered to load your truck. Getting on one of the busses you found an empty bunk and before you knew it the bus started rolling.

You were thankful to get put on the tour so fast, you just wanted to get your mind off of stuff from back home with the club. As you sat in the bunk with your headphones in, pen and paper in hand the words just spilled out of your head without even needing a guitar for melodies.