A/N: Well here's the rewrite of Life of A Daughter of A Son. I hope everyone enjoys this one just as much as they enjoyed the other story. I'll try to keep certain things the same but I feel like i rushed and I'm going to slow things down and go into more detail with the plot. Please read and review.

Introduction

Sitting in the principal's office hadn't been on my "to-do" list of the day. I didn't plan on being at the wrong place at the wrong time. It just happens to me. Just to think of what was to come once Mrs. O'Reily called my dad, all hell would break loose…at school. He wouldn't care where he yelled at me. Once he got angry, he was angry and there were very few things that could stop him. Lately he had been getting on my case about school. Not just school too though. Everything I had been doing was ticking him off and I was nervous he wouldn't be able to stand me any longer.

Most people wouldn't blame him if he exploded. I wasn't exactly the easiest teen to deal with. I was what people would call troubled. I was doing so bad in school I was shocked. I used to be so good but then I started to slowly not care anymore. All my motivation was leaving. My time was spent outdoors on my own. I wasn't much of a people person. My few friends were decent, not the best but not the worst. Most of all, I resented my family. Resented them with a passion even though I knew they would kill for me. Literally.

My father was apart of the Sons of Anarchy club in Tacoma, Washington. It was an outlaw motorcycle club on the outside but deep within it was nothing like that. The club had its own rules, own way of life, and own law enforcement. Hell, SamCro in Charming, California, was the law enforement. There were so many charters all over the US and even some out of the country but SamCro was originally started in Charming. Things in Tacoma weren't very different. Happy, as my father David LaBrava, was known as in the club and world, was the 'enforcer'. Killer in other words. He did the dirty work nobody wanted to without a seconds thought. I know this. How?

Because I seen it with my own two eyes.

There are some things I keep close to my heart. This memory haunts me, forever showing me the life I refused to be sucked into. There are certain parts of this memory I go over in my head. Trying to figure out how it happened and who was behind it.

The day was July 19th, 1997. A warm summer day. I was only 6 then, young and innocent, and naïve to the world around me. I was trouble then too because I was hardheaded. Never listening to warnings given. Happy was walking me home from school, an unusual sight considering who he was. Kozik, my dad's trustworthy friend, came up to us on his Harley. Happy stopped to talk to him, much to my annoyance, and told me to stay near him. Of course me being the rebellious girl I am, decided not to listen. Looking around for something to distract me.

It was at that moment I spotted a small battered puppy. It was a small golden retriever. The young dog was whining on the floor sadly. I sneaked to the dog, feeling Happy's eyes on me but he didn't say a word. I skipped to the dog after I realized Happy would say nothing. A good distance away, I stopped and bent over trying to coax the puppy closer with small cooing noises. He seemed to respond nicely because the next second he was at my arms, licking my face. I liked him.

When I look back at that part, I realize how crazy it must've been to see a stray puppy right at the moment I needed something to distract me.

Suddenly, out of no where, a van that was parked across the street roared to life. I picked up the heavy pup, wrapping my small arms the best I could around it's belly. The van came driving passed me and as I neared my dad, the van stopped at my side. I let out a scream, arms circling me and the dog being pulled out of my arms while a rag went over my mouth. The sweet-smelling rag put me right to sleep and I was dragged into darkness.

When I woke up, I was in a dark, damp, cold room all alone. I was terrified and angry at myself. Why didn't I listen to him and stay close? I was also angry at him. Why didn't he stop me like he always did?

A door upstairs was opened, letting in fresh light and I backed up into the wall. The man said things, words I couldn't quite get through my head but I could repeat them well. "You're Father and I have some unfinished business." Why had he wanted me? What could their business have anything to do with me? "You look so much like her." There was awe in his voice but then he cleared his throat and walked out of the room. That was it. No more contact.

The 'Her' he referred to was my mother. Alana LaBrava. She was a beautiful woman. She had the same royal blue eyes I had but long flowing blonde hair. She was intelligent, a smart-ass, and rebellious. Like me. Happy told me about her, how they met, even all the trouble they had trying to work things out between them and then having me. He told me I was so much like her it was like she was never gone. I felt bad for him. Sure Happy always had 'company' but I know he missed her as much as I did. She died just a year before this incident. When my rebellious ways started.

Hours later, I woke, not knowing when I fell asleep, to the sound of gun shots. I covered my ears with my hands, shutting my eyes tightly as tears escaped. I was terrified. The door opened again and down come 2 unknown men. They searched for me and when I was spotted, rushed down the flight of stairs and grabbed my arm. I screamed and fought the grip knowing if I had any chance of going back home I had to fight.

The men dragged me up the stairs, a gun pointed to my temple. I was led upstairs, held tightly against a body. The light upstairs was blinding and all I could hear was shouting. "Put it down! Put the gun down or I'll put a bullet through her head!" Once my eyes adjusted to the light, I could see the many people in the room. I noticed Happy first. He had a murderous look in his eyes as he pointed his gun at the 2 holding me.

"Put her down." Happy's rough voice sent chills up my spine.

"Fuck you! Put the gun-."

BANG! BANG!

I screamed, feeling myself falling back from the hold on the man. I was tossed over and I landed on my back. When I glanced down to see what happened, I regretted it. The man had a bullet through the center of his head. A small trail of blood flowing from it and his eyes were wide. He was dead. Shot by my father who was trying to protect me. Everything else happened in a blur. More shots, more killed.

To this day, I couldn't get the picture out of my head. That man died because of me. The look on Happy's face would never leave. He looked excited as he shot the guy. Even if for a split second, I saw it. It scared me. Days after that I would wake up screaming from nightmares. Most were the same but some weren't. Ones were about my mother. I mixed parts of my kidnapping with the death of my mother to create a scene in my mind that played over and over.

I resented Happy so much for showing me what his world was about. I resented the fact that he took a part of my innocence away and replaced it with a dread feeling every time he left the house to go on a 'mission' for the club because I knew, someone was going to be murdered. I resented SamCro for making me grow up in this world. I didn't choose this and even if I could, I wouldn't be able to. I knew too much to just let it all go now.

The office door opened revealing a tall, darker skinned man, with tattoes on his arms and a shaved head. Shit…

"Mr. LaBrave we need to talk about you're daughter's school life." He turned his head to me, a look in his eyes that told me I was in serious trouble. I sunk lower in my seat and watched Happy sit beside me.

FML…