A/N: New idea I got. Reviews are appreciated. Enjoy.

Chapter One

"I can't do this anymore!"

Those were the types of words no child would ever want to hear from a parent, especially their mother. "Mom please-." Trinity begged only for her mother to abruptly get up from the table, spilling half a glass of water all over the table and Trinity's leg. She would have followed her mother, if she hadn't spotted the man responsible for what was happening, standing beside the door pulling her mother into a hug. She glared at him from her spot. He was making her loose the only family she had left. And he didn't even care.

His name was Ivan O'Donnell. He was a few years older than her mother, around 36 years old with a head of brown and dark eyes. From the moment he met Trinity, they butted heads. He wanted her to do things his way, like her mother did. He tried to get her to be just like Emma but he couldn't. He even tried to beat her into submission but that only enraged her. Yet, her mother remained loyal to her abuser.

Trinity's hands clenched into fist on the table. He didn't belong in her mother's life. She was too good for him, why couldn't she see that? She bit the inside of her cheek when she saw his smirk. He had won. He had finally won over her mother's heart. Trinity felt the deep sadness in her chest. It hurt. Emma, her mother, had chosen a man over her own flesh and blood. Why?

Emma looked over at her daughter, eyes red from crying in her husbands embrace. Why couldn't Trinity just be happy for her? She had finally found a caring man who cared treated Trinity like his own flesh and blood, yet she refused to even to be in the same room as him. From the moment she met him, the yelling never ended. It was the same fight over and over, he wasn't her father and he had no say in her life. He had tried to reason with her but she wouldn't even let him talk. Emma could only take so much, all the punishments and talks did nothing but cause Trinity to outburst more and more. Couldn't Trinity see she couldn't take it anymore? It was either Trinity or her husband. As bad as it sounded, she choose her husband.

"Let's go." Ivan told Emma, nearly dragging her out the door by her arm. Emma kept a firm stance, unwilling to go with her husband for the moment. He turned his head to her, eyes darkening with anger.

Emma glanced over again at Trinity. Her daughter looked so different. She used to have long flowing dark hair until she cut it and put blonde highlights in it. She had the purest of blue but one day the eyes grew so dark and cold she didn't know who she was looking into anymore. Her daughter had changed overnight and she couldn't handle it anymore. "I love you." She told her daughter as Ivan pulled her out of the diner.

Trinity scoffed. Her mother didn't love her anymore. She practically disowned her in public. The conversation Trinity started with her mother was supposed to end with her mother leaving Ivan. She even showed her the bruises on her arm from where Ivan would continuously grab her at when he became angry with her defiance. Yet, her mother just blamed her saying if she did what he asked he wouldn't have had to been so rough.

At first, she couldn't believe what her mother said. The once private conversation had turned into a yell fest, letting the entire diner know of the family problem. Trinity had yelled at her mother a few times, calling her stupid for believing in a man who did nothing but think of her as his to bend and for staying with him for as long as she did. Trinity was done with him. Done with the pain he caused her. The physical pain wasn't as bad as the verbal abuse he gave her. He would always bring up the fact that she had no real father because that's what hurt the most and he knew. He made her cry once, when she was a few years younger. He laughed in her face and after that, she cried silently in the darkness of the night in her bedroom.

The diner was quiet for a few minutes, people whispering to each other by what they just witnessed. Some couldn't believe it, how could a mother turn their back on a child? Trinity was only 16. She still needed her mother. She still needed a place to stay. Her mother forbade her from going back home. There was no home for her. She had nothing at all, only the clothes on her back and the few bills her mother had given her.

Tears threatened to fall as the ache grew bigger. She rested her head in her hands, hair falling, covering her face from the stares of the people around her. Things were so messed up. Her relationship with her mother used to be strong, she could tell her anything but after Ivan entered their lives, slowly the relationship weakened. More so when baby Daphne was born. She was pushed aside, the baby taking up everyone's time and attention. She even changed her appearance to see if her mother would give her enough attention to tell her about Ivan. No such luck. Ivan had made her invisible and he loved it.

She took another bite of her half eaten burger, a sip of her water and pulled out a few bills to pay for the food. Her mother never ordered, thinking the talk was going to be short and a waist of money. All she bothered to get was water which she spilled all over Trinity's leg. The water made her jeans darken on one leg, causing her to feel the fabric stick against her skin. She slid out of her seat, grabbing her jacket near the window. She needed to find a place to stay, for a very long time. She walked away as a waitress came to clean her table.

"Oh um...Trinity." The waitress hadn't known what to call her so she called her by the name she overheard the girl's mother say.

Trinity stopped, turning halfway to the waitress. In her hands was the money she left on the table. "The check's been paid already." She handed Trinity the money back.

"By who?" She asked, tucking away her money. She needed to say every bill she could until she found a job.

The girl pointed to a table in the back, where a few men were sitting, all staring at her. For a moment she felt self conscious. All of these people had heard the painful words her mother had said to her. All of them had a thought she didn't want to hear. The men were no different. Trinity stared at them for a few seconds trying to think if she should pay them back or just get the hell out. She caught the hard stare of one of the men. His head was shaved and he wore a similar vest like the others, well it looked like a vest to her. He had dark orbs that kept deepening the stare.

Her body moved closer to them before she could stop herself. She didn't know these men and they all looked dangerous. Hell she didn't know lots of people in Charming. They had only moved a few weeks prior to the incident. A few weeks wasn't much to get to know everyone in a small town. Trinity stood a few feet from the first man sitting at the edge. He was turned slightly towards her, dark salt and pepper kind of hair holding his pair of sunglasses in place. He had two markings on his cheek, scars from what looked to be blade cuts.

She handed the money to him, unsure who paid her check. "I'm grateful to whoever paid for my meal-." She started only to be interrupted by a deep raspy voice.

Happy, the man who had been staring at her was the one to interrupt her, raised his hand towards the Irish man sitting across from him. Chibs dropped the money in his hands smiling at Trinity. "That would be me." Trinity was curiously staring at him. She had never met someone so mysterious and serious as him before.

She let her hand drop to her side, "I don't need any charity." She said, her voice full of anger. She could pay for her own meal. She didn't need help from anyone. Trinity glanced over at the other man at the table. He had blonde hair and blue eyes, a smile on his face as he tried to contain his chuckle. The man beside the serious looking man was smirking, leaning against the crevasse of the wall and bench while glancing at both Trinity and his buddy.

Trinity turned around, ignoring the stares of other customers who tried not to look her way. She was stupid to talk to them, those who talked to them were bad news. A hand suddenly latched onto her wrist, pulling her as she turned fully to the man who paid her check. She narrowed her eyes at him, contact was not something she liked. His grip was tight causing her to wince a little. Ivan had grabbed her roughly there a few nights ago and it was still bruised up.

Happy dropped the bills back into her hand. "Wasn't charity." He told her, letting go of her wrist. She clenched the bills in her hand, slowly turning and leaving. He watched her leave, enjoying the view of her hips swaying side to side in small motions as she walked. He knew she wasn't doing that intentionally but he still enjoyed it. He smirked, leaning back in his seat.

"I don't know 'bout you guys but," Tig said, calling for a waitress. "I'm still hungry."

Happy chuckled. "All you think about is pussy, food, and beer."

Tig smirked. "Don't we all?"