Was going through all of my writing and found this. I haven't touched it since before I posted The Solider but I actually really liked it when I read it again. Let me know what you think. If ya'll think its good i'll keep going with it :)

I'm really not sure how I got here. I mean, I literally know how I got here. That sounds so cliché. Every move, decision and mistake has pointed me right in this direction. How the fuck did I made so many mistakes though? Wasn't I supposed to make a better life for myself? That was literally the whole point in leaving Charming.

Gemma would kick my ass if she saw this.

Who am I? My name is Savannah Morrow. Yeah. That Morrow. Never heard of me? That's because Gemma and Clay sent me away when I was little. They figured a girl would be far too delicate to grow up around the Sons of Anarchy.

They sent me to live with family in Arizona. I grew up pretty well I guess. Safe home and safe neighborhood. They sent plenty of money so I never really went without. They would come visit every now and then and bring Jaxson with them. Even though Jax is only a half-brother he was the only one I have.

Gemma hid away while Jax's dad John was in Belfast. She was sleeping with Clay behind Johns back and I guess that's where you end up with me. I never met John and I'm not even sure that he knew about me. Not that it really matters. I don't even know Gemma and Clay that much. They have kept me at a distance and from what I know it's because they do some really fucked up shit. Gemma calls me about once a month to make sure I'm alive.

She called me from Belfast earlier today. Apparently some stuff happened and my nephew was taken. I didn't even know I had a nephew. She filled me in that they would be back soon and she wanted to come see me.

I don't know how I'm going to hide this from her. Bruises on my arms and legs are totally passable as me being a klutz. This black eye was going to be an issue though. It's brand new and already black. Great. Guess I'm calling off work again for a few days.

Yeah. The great Gemma Teller-Morrow's daughter is a bitch. See why she would be disappointed in me if she knew?

I met Adam two years ago during my junior year in college. He was so sweet to me. Always complimented my eyes and made me feel like the world was at my fingertips. I graduated from college a semester early and top of my class. I was going to head to PA school but Adam convinced me to start working at the hospital in the administration department to "give me a break from school." We moved in together and everything was great.

For about a week.

This black eye isn't the first one and I'm sure it won't be the last one. Why the fuck do I stay? No really. Why. The. Fuck. Do. I. Stay. I don't even believe his promises anymore. I know he won't change. I know he will hit me again tomorrow after he's had too much to drink. Maybe I'll look up at him at the wrong time. I mean today was due to the fact the internet cut out during a bad storm. Apparently I'm the goddess of fucking storms.

"I'm so sorry baby."

Oi. Here he goes again. He's so sorry. He will never hurt me again. I know he loves me right? Baby please forgive him. I just need to listen to him better.

Jesus Christ this is getting old. So why am I here? I literally have nowhere else to go. I'll just take a shower or some shit until the alcohol takes hold and he passes out. Same shit different day. Maybe someday I'll get sick of it and leave. Nothing I can really do about it now until I grow a set. At least he isn't trying to "make it up to me" by whipping his dick out. There is no way I can say no without a good beating.

This shit sucks.

"Clay. You need to go see her. I called her today when we got back and she sounded rough."

"Gem we sent her away for a reason. Now is not the time to get her involved."

"I just have a bad feeling my baby isn't okay."

"I can't leave the state right now. Too much shit going on. I'll send Jax and Happy down there."

"Thank you baby."

Fuck. How am I going to deal with this? I have a fresh bruise on my face, Adam is drunk as shit and Jax is 10 minutes away. Not even to mention the rest of the bruises all over me. I really don't know how to deal with this. I thought I had masked my voice enough but Gemma saw right through it. Fuck.

"Adam, I'm gonna step outside for a smoke okay?"

"No. Stay the fuck inside."

"I'm just gonna step out for a minute. Go for a quick walk."

"Bitch I said no!"

Oh fuck. Adam moves to me and backhands me hard enough I fall to the ground. He split my lip open and I can taste blood in my mouth. He grabs my hair and pulls me up holding me there. I'm trying to stay as quiet as possible because I hear bikes. This is a nice area and no one around here has Harleys. Not that sounded like that.

"Who the fuck is that."

"It's my brother."

"You fucking bitch you don't have a brother. Who are you fucking?"

I feel his fist connect with my face right as the bikes cut off in the driveway. I can fix this. I'll tell Jax that someone mugged me on the way home. Right as I'm about the standup I feel Adams foot connect with my ribcage and I can't stop the scream from escaping my lips as I crumble. Next thing I know the door busts open to Jax and another guy pointing their guns. Jesus Christ.

"No Jax stop it's okay." I try to say but it comes out much weaker than I wanted it to.

"What the fuck are you doing to my sister?"

"Jax stop it really is okay."

Fuck. Broken rib. Not sure if it is the same one he busted a month ago but fuck does it hurt. I feel gentle hands on me helping me stand up. I feel an arm hook around my waist and start walking me towards the door. I really don't want to leave but the arm is pressing on my ribcage so I don't have much of a choice.

"That bitch is mine. You aren't taking her anywh-"

I hear a loud thud and look back to see Adam fall to the ground. Jax punched him square in the face.

"Stay the fuck away from her. You won't ever see her again or I'll put a fucking bullet in your skull."

"You alright?"

I totally forgot about this mystery man holding me up. His voice is raspy. I look up to see a hard face and dark eyes. Total bad boy biker look. Kind of intimidating honestly.

"Uhm. Yeah. I think."

I feel his hand turn my face into the light. I can feel how bad it looks.

"Jax. She can't stay here."

I see Jax turn and look at me and his face softens. Even if we aren't very close he always seems to have a soft spot for me. I mean I know I'm his little sister but still. We didn't grow up together. I hate seeing the look of concern on his face.

"Shit. Darlin' why didn't you call?"

He takes me from the unknown biker and holds my face in his hands. Tears? Seriously Savannah? I never cry over this shit!

"He beat the shit out of you sweetheart. Hap, call Clay. She's coming home with us."

"Woah wait. I don't have anything. I have to work tomorrow. I can't just leave. I.. I don't even have a vehicle in my name.."

I see the one he called Hap pull out his phone and walk away. Jax pulls me into his arms and holds me close. Why is he shaking? Wait. No. That's me. I'm shaking. God damn I feel weak.

"You aren't going to work. You aren't coming back here either. We can keep you save in Charming. You can ride on the bikes. Anything that is in that house can be replaced. You can't baby sister."

He is right. I really don't own anything. All my clothes remind me of getting beat and nothing is worth facing that bastard again. I see Hap walk back and nod his head.

"Clay wants us back as soon as possible."

"Alright brother. You good to hold onto me?"

"I think so."

"I saw a motel about 20 minutes out. We should stop there. Let her sleep. Clean her up."

"She is right here. I can hear everything you're saying. I'll ride for as long as I can."

What am I doing? I have never been on a bike before. Whenever Clay would show up to see me he was in a nice car. I'm assuming they're all in the same club but he never wore a vest like that. Said it was to keep a low profile. Well, at least if I'm going to die I'm going to die on a bike. Poetic right?

I watch Jax and Hap get on their bikes and Jax pulls out a second helmet and hands it to me. I put it on and he adjusts the straps. I'm not sure if he's helping me because I'm shaking or so It's done right. He holds out his hand to steady me so I can swing my arm around. I hiss out in pain as I swing around. Rib is for sure broken.

"You alright darlin'?"

"Uh. Yeah. Pretty sure my rib is broken though."

"That fucker is lucky I didn't kill him."

He's kidding right? Yeah he's kidding. I'm actually a little surprised Adam didn't come out at all. He must have passed out. I look back at the house and see it for the last time. I guess this is my wake up call.

"Jax?"

"Yeah?"

"Is Gem.. Is mom going to flip shit?"

"Yeah."

"Will you stay with me?"

"Yeah. You can stay at my house. You can meet my old lady. Gotta meet your nephew too. Actually, you're about to be an aunt again."

"Woah really? You don't mind me staying with you?"

"Nah. You're family."

The ride went by surprisingly quick. We stopped for a little bit at a gas station and I was surprised at how weak my legs felt. Luckily Happy, which I found out was his fully name, caught me before I busted my ass more. I was able to clean up my face a bit but the bruises were really bad. People were giving me some really weird looks and then glaring at Jax and Happy. I'm sure they figured they were the ones that hurt me.

Riding was fun though. I felt safe with Jax. At first I thought it would be a little weird being this close to him since I barely knew him but it was comforting. So far this whole having a big brother thing is kind of awesome. We drove through the night. They kept asking me if I wanted to stop but I was too awake. There was no way I was going to shut my mind off.

I saw the Welcome to Charming sign and my heart started to race. What was Gemma going to think of my face? The idea of Clay seeing me so weak was a little scary too. Oh god there were a ton of guys around them all the time. We came to a stop sign and I figured this was my chance.

"Jax"

"What darlin'"

"Can we hold off on seeing Clay and Gemma? I think I would rather meet your girlfriend and son first."

"Yeah that's what we're doing. Tara is a doctor. She will clean you up."

I nodded against his back and held on tight. I was so scared. Hopefully Tara wouldn't think poorly of me taking what I have. If she was a doctor she was going to know how much abuse I had gone through. Fuck.

"Tara! I'm home baby!"

"Oh Jax! Oh! Who is this?"

"Tara this is Savannah. She's my half-sister. Gemma and Clay when John was in Belfast."

"Oh my god. Sweetheart what happened to you?"

"Met the brunt end of a few fists" Happy rasped out with his arms crossed.

"Come here sweetie. Let me check you out."

"Thank you Tara." I started to walk away and turned back. "Happy?"

"Hmm."

"Thank you."

I could see Jax and Tara look at me. Happy blinked a few times and grunted which I was assuming was his way of saying you're welcome. He was really quiet. I couldn't shake the memory of his gently touch on me helping me though. I had a feeling most people didn't see that side of him. I followed Tara into a bedroom that only had a desk in it and a futon.

Tara cleaned up my face first. She was so gently. Even though it hurt like hell I could tell she really didn't want to hurt me. I escaped with just a few small cuts and she said they looked around.

"I'm afraid you might have some fractures in your face though. I'll make an appointment for tomorrow to get some x-rays. Just in case."

"Okay. Thank you."

"No problem hun. Are you hurt anywhere else?"

I stood up and pulled my shirt off. I watched her eyes widen at the bruises all over me. I looked down and traced my fingers over my side and could see the bruises were black. That one stood out the most but I had them all over my arms, chest, back and belly. I all of a sudden felt very self-conscious. She gently pulled my sweatpants down revealing my bruised hips and legs.

"Savannah you need to show Jax this. I think you should go to the hospital right now."

I nodded with tears in my eyes. Tara called out to Jax and the door whipped open to both him and Happy pushing in. The hysterical sound of Tara's voice had scared them. They both stopped dead and looked at me. I moved my eyes to the ground and tried to hide my face. I didn't even care that I was only in my bra and panties. I was hyper aware of their eyes on my bruises. I had never shown them to anyone before.

"Savannah.."

"Jax. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry I didn't call. Please don't tell Clay. Please don't hate me."

"Darlin' I have to. Hap call mom and Clay. Tell them to get to the club house. Everyone needs to be there now. Tara can she wait for the hospital? They need to see this."

"Yeah she can wait an hour or two."

They must have seen my eyes widen. Everyone? A whole club of bikers seeing me like this? What the hell did I get myself into?

"Savannah. We will get you into a pair of shorts and a sports bra. That way you won't feel so naked. Jax is right. They need to see this. The club can protect you."

I nodded my head and wiped my eyes. I noticed Happy actually had an expression on his face but it scared me. I have never seen someone so angry before.

"Tara can you come talk to me for a minute? Hap stay in here with her."

Tara handed me a pair of shorts and a nice sports bra that actually clipped. I smiled at her silently thanking her for something I wouldn't have to slip over my face.

"Savannah?"

"Yeah Jax?"

"I don't hate you darlin'."

I shook as I tried slipping the shorts on and I felt Happy's hand on my shoulder which made me jump. I looked up at him with wide eyes and he shook his head slowly. He steadied me as I pulled the shorts up and unclipped my bra. I froze for a minute but I realized he wasn't trying to look at me. He was really trying to help.

He clipped the sports bra on for me and shrugged his hoodie off. It had a reaper on the front of it that matched his vest. He rest it on my shoulders and helped me slip it on. I zipped it up and looked at the ground.

"Thank you."

"No problem. You shouldn't hide those eyes ya know. You're stronger than you think."

I wasn't sure what to say to him but I looked up at him. His eyes were soft but intense. I guess I was pretty transparent in the fact that I was embarrassed. I guess if I could deal with Happy dressing me I could deal with the rest of the club.

We walked outside to the bikes and I was handed another helmet. I guess I was wearing Tara's on the way back.

"Savannah you alright riding with Hap? Tara usually rides with me."

Before I could even answer Happy was pulling me onto his bike. It was harder to wrap my arms around him since he was about twice the size of my brother. Without a word he started the bike and we rolled out after Jax.

It was a short ride but I was dreading it. Soon everyone that is supposed to mean anything to me was going to find out how weak I am.

When we pulled up there was a line of bikes there. We could hear music playing softly inside. Happy helped me off the bike and lightly wrapped his arm around my shoulders. I wasn't sure if It was to make me feel better or make sure I didn't run.

"You're gonna be alright girl. You already met the scary one."

"Jax?"

I could feel his chest rumble as he laughed and shook his head no. I looked at Jax and Tara as we followed them in wondering who the scary one was if it wasn't Jax. Clay maybe?

When the doors opened I saw so many eyes fall on me. Gemma was standing with Clay and seemed incredibly nervous. I was focused on her face but I was still semi hiding behind Jax and felt myself push further into Happy. I watched Gemma step forward looking concerned.

"Savannah baby is that you?"

"Yeah. Yeah it's me mom."

I stepped forward and her mouth dropped. Tears welled up in her eyes and I saw everyone else stiffen. What a sight I must have been. I had never met most of these people and here I was standing battered and broken. I felt Happy's hand on the small of my back and push me forward lightly towards Gemma. She reached out to me shaking and crying.

"Baby what happened to you?"

She pulled me in close and I couldn't hold the tears back anymore. She had never been much of a mother figure to me but right now I felt like a small child in her arms. I felt a large hand on my back and looked up to see Clay looking at me with tears in his eyes too. That made me feel even worse. I knew that Clay wasn't a weak man so for him to cry I must have been a total mess.

"Brothers, this is my little sister Savannah. Mom and Clay sent her away when she was little to get her out of the shit. Happy and I went down to Arizona to check on her when mom thought she sounded off. When we showed up we heard her scream out." I heard Gemma's breath catch and her body stiffen. Clay's hand moved from my back slowly and I could see it was balled into a fist.

"Baby I am so so sorry. I thought you were safe. I thought you were better off away from all of this shit."

"We both did."

I stepped back and tried to stand up tall. I felt Tara place her hand on my shoulder and when I looked at her I nodded.

"Jax, Happy and I thought you all should see this." Tara looked at all the members and then back to me.

I unzipped Happy's hoodie and slipped it off my shoulders. I heard Gemma gasp and watched her hand shoot to her mouth. More tears welled up in her eyes and she grabbed Clay's wrist. Clay turned away from me and I heard him swear under his breath.

I watched the bikers eyes move from my black eye, cut forehead and split lip down my neck where there were hand marks. My shoulders and chest had bruises and hand marks. My arms had hand marks and cigarette burns. My ribs were black on the left side where his foot had connected. My hips had hand marks and peeking up over the shorts was a scar still pink from healing. My legs were different shades of purple from new and healing bruises.

"We're going to take her to the hospital. I think she has a few broken ribs and I don't want anything to puncture."

"Tara you take care of my baby."

"Of course, Gemma."

"Baby I will be up there soon. Happy you drive careful. Don't leave her side."

Happy nodded once at Gemma. I slipped the hoodie back on and I felt Happy's arm go back around my shoulder leading me towards the door. I looked back at the room full of tough bikers and they looked bewildered. I must have been a total mess. I leaned myself into Happy feeling exhausted all of a sudden. I felt his arm tighten around me to support me.

"You gonna be alright to ride?"

"Yeah. I'm just.. I'm really tired."

"Come on. I bet Tara can give you some of the good shit. I'll stay with ya in the hospital."

"Is that because deep down you're a big softy or because you have your orders."

He chuckled deep in his chest and helped me get on the bike. I wrapped my arms around his waist and clenched my hands together to make sure I didn't let go. I was feeling so exhausted I really wasn't sure if riding the bike was a great idea. I rested my head on his back and I felt him pat my hands before he started his bike and started to head to the hospital.

The next few hours flew by. Tara and every other doctor seemed to endlessly come through the door in my private room. They had tried putting me in a shared room but one look from Happy and they scurried to find something else. They took me for x rays and an MRI to make sure I didn't have any serious damage. They took blood, swabs and pictures. The police tried talking to me but Happy blocked him from entering. I thought they were going to push past him but he just stood there with his arms crossed and stared at the older man.

The whole thing was overwhelming.

I was asked a million questions. When was the last time I ate? When was my last cycle? When did I get each and every single fucking bruise? I tried to answer their questions the best I could. At one point I just started sobbing. I felt so stupid and lost. All of these people were seeing me for who I really was. Weak.

I felt a hand on my shoulder. It was a bigger hand but it was soft on me. I looked up with tears in my eyes to see Happy's stoic face. Who knew such a scary face could be so calming. I placed my shaky hand on his carefully almost like I was afraid he was going to pull away. He didn't though. He moved closer to me and looked up at the doctors and shook his head no.

"We, uh, will give you some time. Dr. Knowles should be back soon to talk to you about results."

I nodded my head and rest my head against Happy's arm. As the door shut I let out my breath I didn't even realizing I was holding. I felt him move away and sat up quickly. Was that too much? I looked at him but before I could apologize he sat down next to me slightly turning to face me.

"You could have told me you needed a break girl."

"Yeah, uh, I'm sorry about that."

"What are you sorry for?"

"For losing it like that. I'm sure you don't want to deal with my shit."

I looked up to seeing him staring at me. His dark eyes seemed to pierce through me. I wasn't even sure what I was sorry for anymore. How can these eyes be so hard and so kind at the same time? I saw his hand move and flinched which caused him to stop. Was that anger I saw flash across his face?

"How long has he been doing this to you?"

I looked at the hand print on my leg and covered myself up with the hospital blanket quickly and looked down. I was so embarrassed. Happy had shown me nothing but kindness and protection. How do I repay him? I flinch after I cried on him. What the hell was wrong with me?

I felt his fingers under my chin as he pushed my face back up to look at him. I looked everywhere I could but his face. Eye contact was never a good thing for me so I had learned to avoid it. Plus, his eyes were incredibly intense.

"Please look at me."

I let my eyes lock into his and I think it was pain I saw. It was only a flash but there was something there for a second. His hand moved from my chin to wipe a tear off my cheek. His let out a small raspy laugh at the expression on my face which I was sure was complete shock and confusion.

"You don't need to be ashamed of this shit. You loved him right?"

"Yeah."

"What he did was wrong. You know that. But don't feel ashamed of it. Don't ever feel ashamed around me."

"Happy?"

"Yeah."

"Why did you say I had already met the bad one?"

"Because he had his arm wrapped around you."

"Wait, you?"

He looked down with a small smirk on his face as I laughed out. I ended up holding my side trying not to laugh anymore but I couldn't stop myself. I was yelling ow and laughing at the same time and the biker sitting on my bed started laughing along with me. Happy had his hand on my leg as I was doubled over sideways in pain as I laughed for the first time in a long time.

I heard the door open and I tried to stop laughing but couldn't. I buried my face in the blanket and could hear Happy trying not to laugh too. I peeked up to see Tara, Gemma, Clay and Jax standing there all looking incredibly confused. Clay was staring at Happy as he cleared his throat trying to stop the laughing.

"Brother, what's going on? You're actually smiling and my daughter looks like she's in pain."

"She uh, she thought it was funny I referred to myself as the dangerous one."

"But, you are. Tacoma Killer. Killa. We don't call you that for no reason."

"Yeah boss I know."

I was able to sit myself back up with Tara and Jax's help. I was slowly starting to stop myself from laughing but as soon as I looked at Happy we both started chuckling again.

"Cla- uh, dad. I'm sure you guys know Happy as something different but he was the one to pick me up literally off the floor. He's been with me all day and his name is literally Happy. You gotta see the irony in that."

Clay shook his head and smiled at me. Tara giggled a little and patted my hands.

"We got your results back Savannah. Do you want everyone to leave?"

I could see Gemma glaring at her but before she could say anything I spoke up.

"No Tara. It's okay. Everyone will find out anyway. Plus, I really don't want to repeat myself a shit ton."

Gemma walked over and sat with me. She was fidgeting with the blanket around me seeming unsure of what to do. I noticed she was careful not to look at my face and if she did it was only for a few seconds. Honestly, Tara and Happy were the only two to really look me in the eyes.

"Alright Savannah. You have a mild concussion. It should clear up pretty quickly. You need to come back in a few days to get another x-ray of your orbital fracture though. It looks like it was already broken and when he hit you it re-broke. There is a lot of swelling so we want to make sure there isn't anything else wrong."

"Okay."

"You have three broken ribs. Luckily they only broke in once place each so we don't need to do any surgeries. It's just going to be painful for a while."

"Yeah I know. Nothing I haven't dealt with before."

I heard Gemma hiss and look at me with both pain and anger. Clay cleared his throat and she looked back to him and then Tara.

"Your left leg is fractured but it looks like it's already partially healed. Did you know it was broken?"

"I had an idea but I wasn't sure."

"Alright well it looks like it set alright. We will re-do an x-ray on it when we do your orbital fracture as well to make sure it doesn't need surgery."

"Okay."

"The cut that is still healing looks like it was a clean cut. Was that a surgery?"

"Uh, no. He uh. I had a miscarriage. I had hidden it from him so when he found out he told me I didn't deserve to have kids. I just kind of patched it up myself."

I saw Clay stiffen and heard Gemma curse under her breath. She put her head on my leg and shook her head.

"We're going to do an ultrasound to make sure we don't need to do surgery okay? I can have them come right in. How long ago was that?"

"About a month."

"Alright let me go get the ultrasound technician. I can stay in here with you since I can read them. Won't even have to wait. I'll be back in a few minutes."

I nodded and started fidgeting with the blanket on my lap. Clay was running his hands through his hair, Jax was staring at the ground and Happy was staring at me. Gemma picked her head up and started playing with my hair.

"Baby I am so sorry. We should have kept you here. I should have known sooner that there was something wrong."

"Mom there is no way you could have known."

"A mother knows."

Clay looked down at me and put his hand on Gemma's shoulder.

"Gem, we need to talk to her for a minute. Why don't you go get us some coffee. Make sure the guys know she's alright. They're all out in the waiting room."

"Jesus Clay they don't even know her."

"She's family." Jax said as he lifted his head and opened the door for Gemma. She looked back at me and touched my face with tears in her eyes. Once she walked through the door Jax shut it and stood in front of it.

"You can stay with us Savannah. Or you can stay with Mom and Clay. I'll clean up my room at the clubhouse for you too. We don't know if this guy is going to come after you so you aren't going to be alone."

"Okay."

"If I'm not home or Clay isn't home one of the guys will be with you. After your ultrasound they're going to come in and introduce themselves. They wanna know you. They're family now. No questions. They will drop whatever they have to do to keep you safe. Got it?"

"Yeah. Thank you Jax."

He nodded his head and walked out the door leaving me alone with Clay and Happy. Happy hadn't said anything yet just stared at me.

"Mind giving me a minute with my daughter?"

Happy nodded and went to walk out the door.

"Stay out there. She seems comfortable with you. You can come back in once I leave."

Happy walked out the door and shut it behind him. I could see his shadow right outside the door and it made me feel better. Not that I was uncomfortable around Clay, Happy just seemed to understand me without me needing to say a word.

"You aren't going back there. Ever."

"I know."

"You should have called us."

"I Know. I'm sorry."

"Don't apologize. We should have come and seen you more often."

"No I really should have left. I'm not a damsel in distress."

"No. You aren't. You're my daughter. This life isn't easy but you're in it now. Seems like our shit is safer than the shit you were just living in. Eventually we will get you set up with an apartment but for now I want you at the clubhouse during the day and with your family at night. I'm sure your mom could use some help at TM once you're feeling better."

"Okay. Whatever you think is best dad."

"We're gonna talk more about this later alright?"

"Yeah."

We heard a knock at the door as Tara walked in with an ultrasound machine and a technician. Clay patted my head gently twice and walked out as Happy walked in. He came up to stand by my head and put his hand on my shoulder. I rest my head on his hand and this time he moved closer seeming more comfortable with my movement. Or maybe he was just glad I didn't flinch.

After a few minutes of Tara looking at the screen she turned it towards me and showed what apparently was my uterus. I noticed Happy was looking at it with intense eyes.

"From what I can see Savannah, you're good to go. The cut just barely hit your uterus but there isn't any more scarring on it than if you had a cesarean. I would wait a year until you get pregnant again but I don't see why you can't have kids in the future."

I blinked a few times at the screen but I didn't feel anything. I couldn't even imagine being close to someone again let alone having sex again. Sex was so uncomfortable. I felt vulnerable enough without being that exposed.

"Is that why I miscarried then?"

"The trauma I'm sure. Add that in with the stress and there really wasn't much of a chance. How far along were you?"

"About 12 weeks I think."

"Okay. Well everything is cleared out. For everything you have been through you are pretty healthy. I'm going to go get your discharge paperwork."

"Thanks doc."

Tara walked out and Happy moved back to sitting on my bed. I started to sit up and realized all I had to wear was shorts and a sports bra. I sighed as I looked at the clothes neatly piled on the chair.

"I have no clothes."

"You can wear my hoodie again. I'm sure your mom will get you clothes."

"Thank you. Mind helping me up so I can get dressed? I want to get out of here."

"Guys still need to come in and see you."

I groaned and noticed a smile flash across Happy's face. I slapped his arm but couldn't help but laugh. His eyes were intense but his smiles were amazing. I had a feeling he didn't smile like that very often.

"I at least want pants on before you parade a bunch of bikers in here."

"Alright alright."

Happy helped me get the shorts and his hoodie on. Right as I zipped up the hoodie the door burst open to Jax and two other men walking in. Happy nodded at them and looked back to me.

"You good?"

"Yeah. Thank you Happy."

He smiled at me and walked out. Jax stared at him wide eyed as he walked out then looked back at me.

"What the fuck was that?"

"What?"

"He smiled?"

"Yeah? He has been smiling at me all day."

The three men looked at each other and they all looked confused.

"He was laughing with you too wasn't he?"

"Yes? Why is that weird?"

"You got no idea doll"

I looked over at the man who answered me. He had black crazy curly hair and bright blue eyes. The man standing next to him had black and grey shaggy hair. He had kind eyes and two large cuts on his face. They all were wearing the same vest meaning they were part of the club.

"Name is Tig."

"Aye and I'm Chibs."

"Nice to meet you. Scottish?"

"Aye Lass. Nice ear."

"Thanks. Had a friend in college from Scottland. Was very particular about the difference between Irish and Scottish accents."

They all laughed and I actually was able to smile and mean it. I pulled my hands up in the long sleeves trying to get warm.

"Here ya go doll. Phone for ya. Has all our numbers in it. Chibs got it together for you since Gem said you didn't have anything with you."

"Oh. Thank you."

It was a brand new iPhone. I didn't even have a phone before let alone a smart phone. I felt the tears sting my eyes and I quickly stopped myself from crying. Seriously Savannah? Crying over a cell phone? They were gonna throw me to the wolves I was sure of it.

"Sis, seriously. You can call any number on there. They all will know who it is that's calling and they will be there. Not that you are going to be alone any time soon."

"Okay. Thank you Jax."

"No problem. We had to send Happy out on a run. Chibs is going to get you to the clubhouse. Tig will be following in case that fucker followed you back. Rest of the guys left so you get a few minutes to breathe. Tara already processed you. Time to get you home."

Before I could even really register anything Chibs came over and scooped me out of the bed. I tried to protest but honestly I wouldn't have been able to walk that fast. This was probably way easier. Chibs seemed older but he was pretty strong to pick me up that easily. He smelled like leather, cologne and cigarettes. Why did it smell so damn good? He set me down next to his bike and handed me a helmet.

"Hap left that for ya."

"Oh thank you."

He helped me buckle it then helped me on his bike. I wrapped my arms around him. It was funny. I had never ridden a bike before in my life now I had been on three in the past few days. His bike roared to life and I jumped used to Happy signaling that we were about to move. I heard Chibs yell sorry as I could see Tig laughing. I felt a smile creep across my face realizing it would probably be hard to be unhappy around these guys. I rest my face against Chib's back and actually felt comfortable other than the fact the vibrations from the bike were hurting my ribs.

We got to TM in no time. Chibs helped me off the bike and I winced in pain as I stood up.

"Ya alright Lass?"

"Yeah the bike just kinda hurt my ribs."

He scooped me back up and walked me through the clubhouse. Everyone there cheered as we walked in and I felt my face turn red. It felt weird he was almost carrying me like a bride. I felt my face turn even redder at realizing how close I was to Chibs. Gemma walked over and helped Chibs set me down on my feet.

"Welcome home baby. We're gonna get you settled then I will show you around okay? Chibs baby can you help me get her back to Jax's room?"

"Of course, ma."

We walked back to the first room. The door was already open and I saw bags from stores all over the place.

"Uh, mom? What is all this?"

"You didn't have any clothes baby. When I left the hospital I went and grabbed you a bunch of clothes. Only the best for my daughter. Tara told me the size clothes you had when you got here so I just kind of bought everything around here. We can go up to Oakland once you feel better to get you more clothes. Happy said to tell you to keep the hoodie you have on."

"Oh. Uhm. Thank you."

"Go ahead and get changed and I'll show you around."

Gemma and Chibs went to walk out. I turned and called to Chibs right as he walked out of sight. I saw him pop his head back around the door frame.

"Aye?"

"Thank you for the ride home."

"Not a problem." He smiled huge at me. His eyes seemed to twinkle when he smiled like that. What is it with these guys and their damn smiles.

I was digging through all the clothes. These were all amazing. Also must have cost a small fortune. It had been years since I had new clothes. Some of these clothes were kind of revealing though. I know mom kind of dressed risky but I was never allowed to. I started making a pile of what I would wear now, once my bruises healed and never. It seemed like my never pile was getting awfully big when I heard a knock on the door.

I looked up to see Happy standing in the doorway. I felt a smile creep across my face and then I laughed to myself. Not only was I smiling at someone but it was someone who they all called the Tacoma Killer. I was sure they weren't kidding around at all. I had befriended the scariest looking biker short of Chibs and his facial scars. How fucked up was it that those two were my favorite.

"Hey."

"Hey girl. Wanted to make sure you made it home."

"Don't trust Chibs?"

"Nah I do. It's Tig that weirds me out."

I laughed out and held my ribs in pain.

"Alright Happy. No more laughing until I'm healed up."

"Can't promise anything. What are the pile of clothes for?"

"Oh. Mom went crazy. Three piles. Stuff I can wear now. Stuff I can wear once my bruises heal. Stuff I will never wear."

He walked over and picked up a shirt that was open in the back from my "never" pile. He tossed it over into my now pile. He did the same with everything he found. He then went through my "now" pile and pulled all the safe t-shirts out and put them in a separate pile.

"Uhm, excuse me? What are you doing?"

"Two piles. Now and bed time."

"I didn't realize I had to dress like a hooker for bed."

"That isn't the bed pile."

I looked at him and squinted my eyes. This man barely knew me and was trying to tell me what to wear. It wasn't like Adam though. He wasn't trying to get me to cover up. He was trying to get me to dress like a woman.

"What's going on baby?"

I Looked to see Gemma standing in the doorway looking amused.

"Gem, she was trying to toss out all the good clothes. She thought she would get away with only wearing basic t-shirts."

"Baby you're gonna have to learn it doesn't work like that around here. Those girls out there will eat you up no matter what your name is."

"Mom I am covered in bruises. No one wants to see that."

"Know what you do? You put on clothes that make you look sexy. You walk out there with your head held high and you act like they aren't even there. You're my daughter. We don't do weak. You are going to show them just how bulletproof you are."

Gemma picked up a pair of jean shorts and the top with the back cut out. She tossed me a skimpy looking bra and black lace panties and ushered Happy out of the room. I noticed he was smirking and shaking his head as he walked away. Gemma helped me into the clothes and pushed me gently to the mirror.

I didn't even recognize the girl in the mirror. The bruises were nasty but she had long pale legs that looked amazing in the shorts. The shirt was loose enough not to hurt but showed off enough skin to look sexy. The bruises were noticeable but not as bad now since there was actually a woman showing through.

Gemma was brushing out my long brown hair that was wavy from taking a shower in the hospital. She put some makeup on my face and I could feel the tears stinging my eyes. I actually looked beautiful again. Bruises and all. It was me. Gemma put down flip flops in front of me.

"Put those on baby. I have heels for you too but the ribs probably wouldn't deal too well with that right now. Now we're gonna walk out there and you're going to show everyone just who the fuck you are."

"Okay mom. Let's go."