Daddy's Girl
Chapter 1: Landslide: What is love? / Can the child within my heart rise above?
Chloe had grown up in SAMCRO. Her father, Otto, and mother, Amy, were together for about 6 months when she became pregnant. They raised Chloe together, as a family, until Chloe was about one year old and Amy left over Otto's cheating, secrecy and other issues. Amy moved to San Francisco and raised Chloe with a series of men, most bikers or at the least tattooed motorcycle enthusiasts willing to take care of her and her young daughter. Chloe was helping these various men work on their cars and bikes by the time she was seven. It made her dad happy when she came to visit, as he was able to spend time with her doing something they both loved.
The various men, the drugs, sex for sale and strangers parading around his daughter was not something he was happy about, but Otto knew courts always went with the mothers, so he just paid his child support, spent time with Chloe once a month and would ride to San Fran a few times a year in order to check in with Amy's mothering duties. Otto knew his life was not much better than Amy's, but when she was with him, he didn't have her at the Clubhouse or getting to know the croweaters. Amy's apartments were the clubhouse every day.
As Chloe got a little older, around 10, she became involved in sports. It was the one thing in her life she felt she could control. The coaches loved her raw talent at such a young age, for things like softball, soccer, track & field and later in life, field hockey and boxing/kickboxing. She was winning competitions, meets and on team winning teams by 12, preparing for middle school academics and sports when she came home one Sunday after a weekend competition in Lodi that was attended by her father and half of his MC and their old ladies, but her mother had chosen to stay home due to a headache. She opened the door to their 6th apartment in as many years to find her mother's body, bloody and bruised on the living room floor.
She didn't scream, she didn't cry. She was not in shock, she was saddened by the loss of her mother, but had-even as a kid-known something would take her mother away from her at some point in her life. Before dialing 911, she dialed her dad at the garage and, in the cryptic way she had been taught, relayed the information to her father. She called 911 about two hours later, like her dad had managed to tell her in another cryptic conversation, so her dad had a long head start on getting to her before the police decided to send her off to foster care. The police and coroners' office had been at the scene for about twenty minutes before her father and his friends, Clay and Bobby arrived. Clay and Bobby were on their bikes, Otto drove a van to put Chloe's belongings in to for the trip back.
Otto was able to confirm who he was and that he was, in fact, her sole guardian now that her mother was dead. The police social worker met with Otto, as Chloe and Bobby played ball out front and Clay recruited a few neighborhood teens to help him move some of Chloe's bigger items. Having all the necessary paperwork and forms to register Chloe in school, Otto yelled down for Chloe to come up and gather some things. The social worker asked her if she was okay, needed to talk. Chloe looked at her dad, "If I do, I'll talk to him." It was not meant to be disrespectful, but just a statement. She gathered some clothes, her sports equipment, and a few pictures and asked her dad if she could bring her bike. When everything was loaded, they got in the van, Chloe turned back once, to watch the men in khaki pants and tan shirts load her mothers' bag covered body into the Coroner's van. "You okay, kid?" Otto asked lighting a cigarette. "Yeah," was all she said in a monotone voice, looking forward to Charming.