Charming Town - Opie Winston Fanfiction
Okay y’all I am hella nervous to post this but I am also excited! I have been working on this for a year & I am ready for the world to see it! Here is the first chapter of Charming Town, my Opie Winston fanfiction!
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Gemma’s presence was heralded by the click of her heeled boots on the clubhouse floor. She took her expensive sunglasses in her manicured fingertips and removed them from her face. She pursed her lips and looked around her castle, taking in the bikers lazing around on leather couches. She took a short breath and kept walking towards the large double doors leading into the meeting room, better known as the chapel. She did her best to look through the shutters to see who was inside. She looked toward her husband’s chair and she saw him there. Her man. Clay Morrow. His head was firmly planted in his arthritis-ridden hands. A lit cigar was smoking up the room and filling the ashtray. What was wrong with him? Gemma couldn’t let Clay sit there alone when something was bothering him, and anyway, she needed information from him. She tucked her sunglasses inside her leather handbag and made her way inside the chapel.
Clay heard Gemma when she was outside and knew she would come inside to talk to him. He just wanted to be left alone; he didn’t want to talk to anyone. Clay looked up when he heard the door shut. His wife gave him a tight-lipped smile as she walked over to him. Gemma put her belongings on the engraved wooden table before planting herself on Clay’s lap. Clay wrapped his arms around his woman and Gemma put his hands to her lips. Clay relaxed into her affection; maybe he did need her to calm his mind.
“What’s going on baby?” Gemma asked in her smoky tone.
She felt Clay shake his head against her back. “Just shit, Gem.”
“What shit?” Gemma knew very well what ‘shit’ was worrying Clay. It had been a rough couple months in the Morrow’s life, as well as their beloved motorcycle club.
“The shit with you, and with Ope. I just can’t seem to catch my breath.” Clay said. He didn’t want to say too much. He was too scared of letting his emotions get the better of him.
Gemma turned her body so she could look her husband in the eye. She took Clay’s head in her palm and looked deep into his eyes. “You gotta work through it babe. You can do it. You’ve gotta keep this thing together. I will be fine, Opie will be fine, we can do this.”
Clay smiled at his wife’s encouragement. He loved her strength and her attitude, even it did piss him off most of the time, he needed it to be the best man he could be.
Clay rubbed his hand up and down Gemma’s back. “How was your session today?”
Gemma nodded. “She’s a good one. Doctor Oatfield has got me working through a lot.”
Clay smiled sadly and rubbed Gemma’s back once more. Neither of them wanted her to see a psychologist, but after what Gemma endured because of their motorcycle club that they loved so much, it was the only thing that could help her.
“I love you.” Clay said simply. He felt that he didn’t say that enough.
Gemma smiled and kissed his lips. “I love you too baby.” Gemma smiled at Clay once more before speaking. “Where’s Opie?”
Gemma drove through the quiet streets of Charming, her hands and feet doing the work as she drove the familiar route to her unofficial adopted sons house. She pulled up out the front of the small one story house and sighed when she saw Opie’s car and bike in the driveway. She wished he would just push through and come back to the club but she knew better. It was going to take a lot to make Opie come back, and Gemma knew just what to do. Gemma stepped out of her car and lit a cigarette, quickly taking a couple drags before stomping it out on the concrete. She removed her sunglasses from her face and walked up the porch steps to the front door. She knew it would be unlocked so she pushed her way inside. It was eerily quiet and a dark and heavy presence was felt echoing through the walls.
“Ope?” Gemma called into the void. “Opie Winston?”
She heard a gruff sigh of the person in question. “What?”
It was quiet, but just loud enough for her to hear.
Gemma used her intuition and walked to where she heard the voice come from. She walked down a corridor where all the bedrooms were and immediately headed to the master bedroom. She noticed the door was ajar so she pushed it open, not caring about what was on the other side. There she saw him, sitting in a rocking chair facing the bed with a beer in his hand. His long brown hair was greasy and slicked back away from his face. His long beard was scraggly and unkept, his eyes bloodshot and filled with inconceivable sadness. Gemma then noticed that on the bed in front of him was a framed picture from Opie’s wedding. He and Donna were looking into each other’s eyes and smiling. Gemma remembered this day, they were fresh out of high school, about to have a baby, and were madly in love. Gemma felt as if her heart was pulled from her chest. Imagine if that was Jax. Gemma shook her head and swallowed her emotions before she spoke. She knelt down in front of Opie and took his hands in hers. She kissed them to try and bring some form of comfort but Opie just remained stony faced. Gemma stood up and sat on the edge of the bed, shifting the photo frame away.
“Where are the kids?” Gemma asked.
“With Mary.” Opie said. He knew the kids were better off with his mom than with him.
“How they doing?” Gemma asked. It felt nice to hear Opie’s soft and gruff voice again.
“Better than me.” Opie shook his head. “What are you doing here Gem? Trying to get me to come back to the club? Your son already tried that.”
Gemma shrugged her shoulders. “I’m here to help you baby.”
Opie shook his head. “I don’t need any damn help. I need my wife back.”
Gemma leaned forward and took Opie’s hands in hers again. She looked deeply into his sad dark eyes and she could feel his sadness infiltrating her stone heart.
“Donna’s not coming back baby. I’m sorry. Your wife isn’t coming back; the mother of your children isn’t coming back. It’s shitty and it hurts, I get it. But you need to focus on what’s important. Your kids need the best father possible, they need you Ope. They already lost their mother, they can’t lose their father too.”
A single tear slipped from Opie’s eye but his face remained set like stone. “And how am I meant to do that?”
Gemma smiled. “I know just the person you need to see.”
Gemma pulled up out the front of her son’s house. She smiled when she saw his bike and Tara’s station wagon in the driveway. It took Gemma a while to warm up to Tara, but now knowing that Tara was deep into this life, Gemma took her under her wing and was grooming her to be the best old lady she could be. Gemma unlocked their front door with her key and called out to announce her arrival. Tara greeted Gemma first, holding a baby and still dressed in her scrubs from work.
“Hey Gem, how you doing?” Tara smiled brightly, handing the baby over to Gemma’s outstretched arms.
“I’m good, and you?” Gemma replied before resuming cooing over her grandson.
“I’m good. Jax is out in the yard if you wanted to see him.” Tara said, pushing her dark brown hair behind her ear.
“I’m actually here to see you.” Gemma said.
Somehow, that sentence spoke the fear of God into Tara and her heart began to race. Gemma was an intimidating and powerful woman, no match for timid Tara.
Tara swallowed hard. “Oh? Are the meds I gave you not working or something?”
“Oh honey.” Gemma laughed. “They’re working. Making me all lovey dovey and shit.”
Tara laughed. It was nice to see Gemma happier.
“It’s about Opie.” Gemma said. “I went to see him before I came here. He needs some help Tara.”
Tara nodded. “I know. Jax is worried sick about him.”
“Can you get him in to see Doctor Oatfield?” Gemma asked, cutting straight to the point.
“I-I don’t know Gem. Doctor Oatfield is the busiest psychologist this side of California. I can try my best but I can’t promise anything.” Tara stumbled as she spoke.
She didn’t want to disappoint Gemma and she wanted to do anything to help the club.
Gemma nodded and handed her grandson back to Tara. “You let me know as soon as you can.” It wasn’t a request, it was an order.
Tara swallowed hard and nodded and watched Gemma as she sashayed out of the house.