The Pull | Jax Teller

It had been a few years since John Teller's death, her father's disappearance, and her mom's overdose. After her mom's last overdose, she was shipped off to SAMCRO rehab and it seemed that it was sticking. Yet, despite her mom's sobriety, Delilah still found herself always by Gemma's side either at Teller Morrow or her house when she wasn't with her uncle. After all, she and Lip do have a room at the now Teller Morrow residence. Like now and most days, Delilah was sitting at one of the picnic benches as she did her homework. Yet, she found herself stuck on a math problem, looking around the lot, she found most of the guys occupied in the garage. She found Jax's bike at the end recently embellished due to him completing his year as a Prospect.

Despite dropping out of school, Jax was still an intelligent man.

Grabbing her supplies, she made her way into the clubhouse and as usual ignored the putrid smell of booze, smoke, leather, and sex. The place was empty outside of Piney snoozing at the bar with Kyle Hobart flirting with some croweater.

She made the trek back to Jax's dorm room that was at the end of the hall. She knocked on the door lightly and didn't receive a response. She frowned and she suspected he might be sleeping as she knew Lip got home late last night and usually Lip and Jax were always on the same rotation for things.

She went to walk away when she heard the toilet flush. She knocked again, but this time she opened the door. She found his bed empty and walked further into the room and called out his name. This time she heard the unmistakable sounds of retching. Deliah threw her stuff onto the bed and with his bathroom door already creaked open, she found him bent over the rim of the porcelain toilet.

"Jax?"

He jumped startled at her voice and his bleary eyes connected to hers. They harden instantly. Delilah began to regret walking into his room. "What are you doing here?"

"I heard you throwing up," she explained. She stepped forward and went to put a hand on his forehead, "Are you okay?" Instead of an answer, he slapped away her hand startling them both.

Delilah felt almost betrayed. Even with his father's death, his nasty breakup with Tara, and now experiencing the stress of the club as a full patch with his father's legacy trailing after him like a bad smell, Jax never once let his anger or frustration out on her. Delilah could say she was the only one who hadn't been on the receiving end of his anger.

Delilah couldn't hide the hurt from her face as she backed up away from him.

Jax instantly felt like shit more than he already did.

"Del...wait," he called out to her when she was halfway back into his dorm room. Despite his still queasy stomach, he moved off the cold tiled floor of his bathroom and to his bed. He sat on the edge and peeked over to find her math book there. He felt even more like shit. He rubbed his hands down his face and looked back up at her. At 15, Delilah still possessed a youthful glow with her blonde hair and green eyes. However as he trailed her in a simple Charming High t-shirt and jean shorts paired with red Converses, he could see that pretty soon puberty was about to catch up with her turning her into a woman. Soon she wouldn't be hanging around the lot like a grease monkey or asking him for help with her homework.

He patted the spot next to him and she cautiously took a seat. "I shouldn't have done that."

She nodded her head. "Rough night?" Her shoes kicked at the white soiled shirt on the ground stained in red. He fought the bile that threatened to claw up his throat. He didn't understand why he was so damn emotional about what happened. Lip didn't seem all that bothered by what they did. He seemed to just shrug it off and said goodbye before checking on Delilah and presumably spent his morning buried deep in Fawn.