"Aren't you?"
"Of course I am, but it won't happen until she lets me apologize to her, and so far she has done her best to avoid me. Hell, she even got Butch your manager to make sure I wouldn't get into the shop."
"The girl can hold a grudge," Jax replied with a chuckle.
"No kidding, look I have an idea, but it is going to require you to help me. I know you and Barbra will take Sarah back, no matter what, she's your honorary daughter but give me the benefit of the doubt and a chance to fix this royal screw up that I've made."
Jax looked at Bas who looked ridiculous holding the ice bag against his eye, but the uncovered eye never wavered from his. Bas would never fit the profile of what a man should be in Jax's mind, but Jax couldn't help but respect him as a man. He knew he had screwed the pooch and now he was doing his best to fix his mistakes and take a licking for it.
"What would you need us to do?"
"First do you and Barb think you can handle Ali for the weekend?"
"I don't see why not,"
"Okay good, second I need you to help me build something."
For those who knew Sarah well, knew she was generally a happy person, she greeted everyone with a smile and was a polite as she could be with everyone. What most didn't know was that Sarah had a bit of a temper, now Sarah could manage her temper, by being upbeat cheerful and just generally trying to avoid things that made her unhappy. Yet, when someone did manage to make her loose, her temper Sarah became a pit-bull with a bone. She held onto that anger and didn't let it go.
Her anger affected her mood so much that people could tell her mood, just from the music she listened too, most of the time the music she played was fun and upbeat. Yet as she drove towards her house, the smooth blues rhythm sounds of "I put a hex on you" by Candye Kane boomed from her car. The song adequately harmonized with the melancholy of her soul and with the anger bubbling in her stomach.
Sarah parked in the driveway of her home, killed the engine, and simply sat in her car looking at her home. Listening to the final lingering cords of the song, Sarah couldn't help but sigh as she recalled the events of the last week. It had started out happy and then it turned miserable when she got into a fight with her husband Sebastian. She still couldn't believe he said what he had to her. After the fight with her husband, she took their daughter and went to stay with Jax and Barbra the two people she considered more her parents, than her actual parents.
Jax and Barb had been taking care of her since she ran away from home at sixteen. She loved them and went to them whenever she needed something. This time it had been a place to stay and some advice, the advice being that she need to hash it out with Bas, but only after she had made him suffer a little this is exactly what she was here to do.
He wanted some alone time fine she would give him some alone time, she only came home to get some extra clothes for herself and her daughter, Ali. Though she knew that her husband would not be home for a good long while because he was called to substitute a class, she couldn't help but feel that she needed to hurry and accomplish her task. Even so, she couldn't make herself get out of the car.
The weariness from the last few days was settling on her, from the disappointment of her husband's reaction, to Ali's fussiness as her new tooth finished growing in, along with work and the new art gallery she was supposed to have made new paintings for. All she really wanted to do was sleep in the car. Unfortunately, she couldn't. Even though it wasn't ten o'clock yet, the sun would soon raise the temperature and then her warm car would become an oven. She took a deep breath before she got out of the car and made her way inside.
Her plan was simple: get in, get the clothes, put them in one of Ali's diaper bags, and go home. However, her stomach started growling from the smell of food that was lingering in their home. She guessed that Bas must have awakened late and forgotten to open up the windows before he prepared his breakfast. She took a quick look at her watch and decided she had more than enough time to make something quick to eat, especially since she had missed eating breakfast.
Sarah found all that she needed to make herself an omelet; she also found some leftover coffee. She reheated the coffee and drank her first cup fast, after eating her omelet. Then she grabbed a second cup of coffee to take with her. As she stepped into her daughters' room, she found a diaper bag and her daughter's clothes. She finished her coffee in her own room, while putting her things away in the bag. But despite the coffee, a wave of drowsiness washed over her and she yawned, rubbing her eyes before heading to her bathroom and splashing some water on her face. The drowsiness, though, refused to abate and seemed to settle more heavily on her.
Her limbs felt so heavy as she stumbled into the room ... her gaze fell on her bed which looked so inviting, yet at the same time brought up the memories of why she was avoiding her husband. Though anger stirred in her belly, it wasn't enough to get her moving again. She looked to the clock on the nightstand and decided for the second time that day that she had more than enough time. She crawled into her familiar space and shut her eyes, intending to rest just for a moment, but immediately fell asleep.
Gentle guitar riffs were what slowly dragged Sarah back to consciousness. She recognized the music because Bas would play it for Ali when she was still in the womb. He still played it at times to sooth her when she was fussy. Sarah yawned as she slowly drifted back from the depths of sleep. Her mind was awake now, but her body felt so heavy and sluggish. Her eyelids felt as though they were carrying lead weights and they just refused to open.
She tried to rub the sleep from her eyes, then felt her hands progression suddenly halted. She felt something gripping her wrist - though it wasn't painful it still sent a rush of adrenaline through her that kicked her heart into gear. She tried to move her other hand and found its progress halted as well. Her heart jumped into second gear and washed away the last remnants of sleep.
She opened her eyes and found her wrists' wrapped in leather manacles attached to a chain. The chain was connected to some contraption that had been attached to her bed frame. It now looked like a four-poster bed that was just missing the hanging curtains. The first thought that wandered through her mind was "How in the hell hadn't she managed to hear the construction of this contraption when it was going on, because for one, she was usually a light sleeper." Secondly, her husband was not a quiet man when he built things. She could remember exactly how many times he cursed while he was assembling their daughter's bed.
The next thing that came to her attention was that the room was pleasantly cool, which was another surprise because the weather claimed that it would be another hot day, and the indoor temperature of her home was generally only a few degrees different from the temperature outside.
The final thing to gain her attention was that the fact that she was also naked.
Now normally, if someone were to wake up and find themselves tied to a bed naked, they would likely panic, with good reason. Because they would have no idea, why they were captured and for what nefarious reason, however, Sarah didn't panic. She had a good idea of who was behind her current predicament, and knowing that, she knew that the bindings were more of a way for her husband to protect himself because, if he hadn't bound her, when he next got in reach of her, she would have done him bodily harm.
Now that the last of sleep had washed away from her senses, she began to notice things. For one, the candles in the room where lit, but the curtains were still open letting light from the world outside seep in. For another, she could hear the sudden "click, click" as her husband tapped his razor against the sink. She could also see the steam crawling gently from the slightly open door of their bathroom. She wanted to get up and go smack him but knew that struggling against her bindings would just be a waste of effort, so she began to devise her escape.
While she was wondering how long it would take her teeth to loosen the buckles on one of her wrists, her husband stepped out of the bathroom. A towel was hanging over his face while he dried his hair. He wore only wore a pair of black jean shorts - the rest of him was bare. Bas was in decent shape; she wouldn't say that he was a sculpted man, like those actors or body builders she would see on T.V., but he was heavy with muscle. He didn't work out for vanity's sake, or because he enjoyed it. In fact, he hated working out. But his family had a history of obesity and heart failure and when a beloved uncle died, when Bas was twenty. Bas became dedicated to making himself healthy with great success.
