@Elder-God-Jacks347
"Dude, what the hell is your problem? Why do you care so much?" He gripped her wrist tighter, making her suck in a sudden breath. "Oh shut up slut." He kicked her side and she whimpered before going silent.
"Dude, what the hell is your problem? Why do you care so much?" He gripped her wrist tighter, making her suck in a sudden breath. "Oh shut up slut." He kicked her side and she whimpered before going silent.
And of course Jax got hella mad about that. He slammed Charlie into the nearest wall and you could tell he was serious because he didn’t make any gay jokes. He put a knife up to Charlie’s neck, Lord knows where he’d gotten from. “May I speak now? Fabulous. As I’ve said multiple times, you’re on my turf now, which means my rules apply. And she-“ he points at Becca with his free hand. “She’s mine now. So you better stay the hell out of my way.”
"You don't scare me." He spat. "I've dealt with a whole lot worse than you. Now are you gonna let me go and deal with my bitch of a little sister or no?"
“Hm…no I don’t think I will” He replied, hoping Becca got out of there while he had this dude distracted.
She was slowly trying to inch her way into the alley so she could get up and run without him noticing her. She finally got around the corner and took off, heading for home. Charlie struggled against him, not even noticing that Becca was gone.
Jax had been resisting the urge to stab him because he knew Ethan would get mad at him. “Anyway, my turf, so if you hurt her again, I’m coming for your internal organs, not in the typical way, but not in a nice way either. Kind of a combination. Basically you don’t want to find out. Got it?”
"How about you leave us the hell alone and I break a few ribs for her ratting me out to someone. I think it's a fair trade, don't you?"
He sighed. “Buddy you literally slammed her into the wall and choked her in the middle of the street. She didn’t tell me anything”
"Then how the hell did you know where we were or who she was? Why does she matter to you?"
“Like I said. My turf. I know everything.”
"Bullshit. How do you know my sister?" He was suddenly defensive like he actually cared about her.
“School exists?? Are you not aware of this?” He sighed. “Jeez you really are one of those trashy toxic masculinity guys aren’t you?”
"I'm not toxic! Who he hell do you think you are to talk to me like that?"
“Ouch. Buddy I’ve said this like 50 times. It really is in one ear and out the other with you now isn’t it?”
"You really think you're tough shit, don't you? You don't scare me. You're no more scary than my baby sister Daisy. And she's dead!"
“Did you kill her? Wouldn’t surprise me?”
Ignore the second question mark lmao))
"What?? Of course not! I'm not a murderer!" Maybe not, but he was pretty close to it considering everything he did to his sister without letting her see a doctor.
“Uh huh. That’s what they always say”
"I'm not a killer, I wouldn't hurt my baby sister." Notice the difference. Baby sister and little sister. He despised Becca but seemingly loved Daisy.
Jax took note of the difference. “Then you better not disrespect her name by associating me with her hm?” He shook his head, chuckling softly. “Forget about it, you’ll never understand, sucks for you I guess.”
"Let go of me. I have a sister to go chase down before she blabs to anyone else about what happens behind closed doors." He growled.
“Or I could not. You’re obviously abusing her, so why would I let you go?”
"I don't abuse her! I give her what she deserves as punishment."
“For doing what?!”
"For anything a good older sibling should! Being out past curfew, bad grades, getting into trouble at school, things like that. Oh, and running her damn mouth about things happening in the family that she knows she shouldn't be talking about."
“…that’s literally the most mundane stuff you could get mad at someone about” he sighed. “You have serious issues. And that’s coming from me”
"You're telling me that your parents wouldn't get pissed at you for being back home late? Or from getting D's on your report card?"
He thought. “Nope. My mom really doesn’t care”
"Well, my mother would. But since she's too drunk to remember that she has three kids to take care of, it's up to me to do it."
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