DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN SONS OF ANARCHY, EVEN IF I WISH I DID. THAT HONOR BELONGS TO THE GREAT KURT SUTTER.

AN: For fans of my story, HOME, I know I haven't updated in a while and I am working on getting a new chapter up. I just had some writers block on that story. But I have not abandon it.

AN: I hope you enjoy this story, it's a JAX/OC story. So if you don't like it, I'd turn around now. Also, in the first chapter, there is some abuse and mentioning of whipping. So if you don't like that sort of thing, just skip down to the middle part. Thanks again and I hope you like it. :)

Introductions:

Delia Gallagher jumped when she heard the door slam shut. She looked up from the book she was reading to see her boyfriend, Caleb, walk in. "Caleb."

"Shut it bitch." Delia jumped at his loud tone. "Where the hell is my dinner?"'

"There was nothing here to make. You took all the money so I couldn't order anything."

Caleb grabbed Delia by the hair, pulling her closer to him. "Are you telling me I don't provide for you? I put a roof over your head. Clothes on your back. I let you sleep in my bed. Ungrateful bitch."

"I'm sorry." Caleb smacked Delia across the face.

"I don't remember asking you to speak." Delia gently rested her palm against her cheek. "Go order some pizza bitch."

Delia jumped up and went over to the phone. "It will be here in twenty minutes." Caleb nodded and began to unbuckle his belt.

"Take off your shirt and turn around."

Delia tried to keep the tears in as she pulled her shirt off and turned her back to him. Her eyes slid shut as she did her best to keep the screams locked inside. She tried to block out the sting of the leather belt hitting her back. Delia let her mind drift off to a happier place. A place where she was warm and where she is loved, a place where her dad was still alive and her mother weren't a drug abusing alcoholic. Delia thoughts drifted to the small town where this would have never happened. The small town where she would have been protected from things like this.

"Clean yourself up." Caleb told her. Delia went into the bathroom and stared at herself in the small bathroom mirror. And only in the quiet of the bathroom did she finally let the tears fall.

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Alex 'Tig' Trager huffed in annoyance for the fifth time when he got her voicemail. He always called every two weeks on Friday, like clockwork. And she always answered his calls. He snapped the phone shut with a decision in mind. Tig exited the clubhouse and looked around for Clay. Tig spotted the grey haired man with Gemma, Jax, Piney, and Opie.

"Clay. I need a few days. I have to ride to Sacramento." Jax raised an eyebrow when Gemma, Piney, and Clay's face held looks of concern.

"Everything ok?" Gemma asked

"I don't know. She won't answer my calls. That ain't like her. I'm going to see what's up."

"Call us with updates." Gemma said

"Call us if you need us." Clay offered.

"I will." Tig said.

He collected some clothes from his dorm room. A few minutes later he was on his bike and headed for Sacramento. Within three hours, he was pulling into a parking spot outside an apartment building. He went straight up the stairs to the familiar apartment. Before he could knock, he heard the sound of glass shattering and yelling. Tig kicked in the door with his gun drawn.

"What the fuck?" The guy yells

"Back the fuck off her before I put a bullet between your eyes." Tig's tone calm but deadly.

"Uncle Alex?" Tig heard, followed by small whimper from the floor.

"Yeah Delia, I'm here." Tig kept his gun trained on Caleb as he glanced down at Delia. "Oh god." He said as Tig dropped to his knees next to her.

"It hurts." She whimpered

"Just hold on. I'm gonna call ambulance." Tig dialed 911 on his phone and swore when he looked up and noticed that Caleb was gone. A half an hour later found Tig in the waiting room of the ER. Flipping through his contacts till he got to Gemma's number.

"Hello."

"Hey, it's me." Tig took a deep breath. "Delia's in the hospital. The prick she was seeing was beating the shit out of her."

"How is she doing?"

"She was bleeding pretty badly when I got there. They just took her back."

"And Kiera?"

"I don't know where that bitch is. But I'll kill the bitch if she shows up here."

"I'll be in Sacramento as soon as I can." Gemma hung up before Tig could say anything else.

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Gemma threw her phone in her purse before heading into the clubhouse. "Clay." Gemma called out to his attention. "I have to go to Sacramento."

"What happened?"

"Delia's in the hospital. The boyfriend has been hitting her."

"The boyfriend dead?"

"Don't know. Tig didn't tell me much."

"Kiera?" Piney asked

"MIA. And hopefully will stay that way. I'm gonna headed up that way. All I need is for her to show up and Tig kill her with a room full of witnesses."

"Call me and let me know when you get there." Clay said. Gemma nodded and two hours later, and countless speeding laws broken, arrived at the hospital.

Gemma walked over to the information desk. "Delia Trager?"

The nurse looked at her computer. "Sorry, there is no one here under that name."

"Try Delia Gallagher."

"Ms. Gallagher is still having test run. And only family is allowed back in that waiting room." Gemma gritted her teeth.

"I'm her Aunt."

"I'll need some identification."

"How about my foot up you're…"

"Gemma." Tig called walked up behind her. He sneered at the nurse. "She's with me." Tig led Gemma to the waiting room.

"Have you heard anything?"

"Not yet. They're still running some test."

"He get her that good?"

"Yeah. I swear if I ever see that son of a bitch's ass I'm gonna torture him before I put a bullet in his heart and another in his head."

"So he's still alive?"

"Unfortunately. He snuck out while I was checking on Delia."

"You have a name? I'll have Juice run it."

"No I don't." Tig looked up when the doctor came out.

"Mr. Trager?"

"That's me." Tig stood up.

"Let's talk in private."

"Anything you have to say to me can be said in front of her."

"Very well." The doctor cleared his throat. "Ms. Gallagher suffered several welts across her back. Some were fresh, others were older. She has bruising in areas that can be covered. Which is consistent with a…"

"Domestic violence victim." Gemma finished

"Yes. We did perform a rape kit and there was some tearing but nothing that won't heal in time. Our bigger concern was her two broken ribs and the affect that they have on the baby."

"What baby?" Tig asked

"Ms. Gallagher is five months pregnant. You didn't know?"

"Holy shit."

So, I hope you enjoyed the first chaper. Reviews make me smile and I love to hear the feedback, good or bad (just not to mean). Let me know what you think. Hoping to get the next chapter up in a couple of days :)

-SexyPunk54-