His mother set about straightening up the room, as he drifted into the bathroom, stripping down and climbing into the shower.
He turn the knobs, a feeling of instant security filling him as the water crashed down on his face. Something about a nice vòi hoa sen just made him feel safe. He hissed a bit as the scalding water poured ever him and into his open wounds, he thought he could hear his skin sizzle when the water pounded down onto the gash in his forehead. He could feel the dirt fall away, the scent of death all falling away and circling the drain below. It took him awhile to realize the water was so hot it burned his skin, he quickly shut it off, and jumped out eager to get some cool air onto his fiery flesh.
He walked out the bathroom, a towel around his waist, easily finding the clothes laid out on the giường for him. Gemma watched as he changed, her eyes focused on the rippling of his muscles as he pulled on underwear on and then his pants. But she couldn't take her eyes off his skin, how mutilated it was. The tears and puncture wounds that were along his side. She could only imagine the horror and pain he had to have suffered overseas.
She shuffled through the drawers for a few phút coming up with a first aid kit. She sat down on the giường motioning for her son to sit beside her. He did, the silence between them tense and suffocating. She pulled out the anti-septic wipes and began to clean the gash on his head, none to gently. Husky hissed at the burning sensation.
But Gemma continued without letting up, she then applied con bướm, bướm bandages to hold the wound closed, saying something about having Chibs stitch it up later. She then proceeded to clean the shrapnel wounds that littered his side this time using hydrogen-peroxide. He hissed as that liquid seeped into his wounds then grunted as Gemma began to bọc his abdomen in bandages.
"Consider it a bit of payback." she said. A small, vindictive smile on her face. But tears were filling her eyes now. "You left without a word, and then bạn stopped nghề viết văn hoặc even calling. bạn have no idea what that did to us, to your brothers, to me." Before he could even say anything, she went on "Why?"
It was a simple question, yeah. But there was no simple answer. He had run away, as far as he could. But he had kept in touch until one morning he just stopped. "You just wake up one ngày and decide to cut ties with your family?"
"Mom, I couldn't say anything. bạn know how it was. We were in deep I couldn't risk-" He didn't even flinch this time when she slapped him. How could he? He deserved it.
"Don't give me that classified bullshit!" His mom cried the tears really flowing now. "You were always in deep, always at risk! But bạn always, always kept in touch." She was right, she always was. It was true it was a pathetic lie, he had enough connections in the military he managed to get letters and the occasional phone call back home. He did just one ngày wake up and decide to cut off all ties with his family.
He had reasons, damn good reasons they seemed at the time! But now they just paled in comparison with the pain he caused his mother. He fucked up, and bad. He just hoped she would forgive him.
He embraced her, pulling her tightly to his chest letting her sob against him. He laid back bringing her with him, she needed someone to hold her. No she needed him to hold her. It was all his fault anyway.
So that's what he did, he held her shaky form, his body suddenly feeling heavy, and his eyelids soon closed, he couldn't stop himself from falling asleep. He hadn't slept like this in a long time, he let darkness consume him as he thought about how he finally had it all back. His mom, his brothers, his family and the club. He had run away so long cách đây from SAMCRO and all they had to offer.
And after all he experienced since then, and now seeing the damage his absence caused, he couldn't believe why he ever left.