I was neither rich or poor. I was seventeen years old, and I didn't exactly have a mother. I was not even sure who my mother was, not that I really cared who she was, all I cared about was being daddy's little girl. I have been in the custody of my father for years as long as I can remember. I guess when I was born my mother died, or at least that is what I was told. My dad and I have an interesting relationship. He is everything to me, he is the only one that I have. My dad keeps me on a pretty short leash. He doesn't want anything to happen to me, so he is always somewhere in the shadows. The only time I do not see him lurking about is when he is busy doing things for the club.

My whole life I never had to go without. Dad made sure of it. If it was new shoes, or a new pair of jeans, he made sure that I had it. Ordering things off the internet became my best friend. I made sure that I had the best of the best. Dad provided the money, and I provided the nice things. I don't always want to know where all the money came from, but I knew it bought me the things that I wanted.

I know that my father has the most sketchy past out of everyone, I know that he has done some things, terrible awful things, but at this point all that mattered really was the fact that he loved me, and I was his little girl. Sometimes, he doesn't make the smartest decisions, there have been countless nights where I woke up to him with some random girl. I would usually end up leaving because sticking around wasn't really an option for me. My dad named me, or at least that is what I have always been told. I was told (and believe me I don't believe it for a second) that when I was born, my dad saw the light, so to speak, a way to better himself. He named me Lucy. The meaning of the name is light, personally I think it was because he really wanted a cigarette. He didn't even give me a middle name, just Lucy Trager.

I was born about a year after Jax Teller had a son. Abel, I am pretty close with him, but he literally drives me crazy. I have a hard time believing that he is anything more than a serious asshole. Knowing Abel was worse than having Tig Trager for a father. He was always bothering me and if I even talked to another guy, he was right there telling them to "Get the hell away" it drove me crazy, but I think my dad paid him well enough that he actually enjoyed it.

Much to my fathers dislike, I wasn't friends with Kenny or even Ellie Winston. I think that he hoped that I would take Ellie's advice and be good in school and go to college like she did, or even Kenny's and find a nice boy affiliated with the club and settle down. Now what teenager ever listens to what is told of them. I guess that brings me to tonight. There is a party at the club in honor of Ellie graduating college to be a teacher. Big freaking deal, anyone can teach. I didn't really want to go to the party, there will be people drinking and most likely dad is going to hook up with some random girl, and he is going to drive me to stay at Jax's house, and that means Abel will ever so nicely offer to share his bed with me, what ever, he loves himself too much.

"Lucy, get ready and hurry up." My dad called up the stairs. "I am dad, I am." I yelled back down. About forty five minutes later he yelled up that he was leaving. I would meet him there. I was stalling because I didn't want to go. I will go, but I didn't want to. Walking out of the small bathroom, I headed towards my room to get dressed. I had fixed my hair and did my make up, and decided on a pair of short black shorts and a dark purple vest. I made sure to put on my best push bra so it looked good, and grabbed a pair of wedge heels that were a black and I grabbed my keys and headed down to the garage. Walking out to the garage and I looked over at my car. Dad got me it for my birthday when I turned sixteen. It was a 1969 Chevy Camaro. It was a royal blue with white stripes. I loved this car, dad heard me mention it to Abel when he got his bike and thought that it was what I wanted and decided that I was going to have it. Reasons like that, I loved my dad. I climbed into the car and left.

When I got to the club, it was packed. There were bikes and cars and girls everywhere. I parked my car and headed inside. I entered and heard the voice and laughter and music. I smelled the cigarette smoke and inwardly groaned. "Lucy Trager, look at you." I heard someone call as I turned and saw Kenny Winston. I haven't seen him in a few months, he was doing time, I guessed he got off. I forced a smile and hugged him. "Welcome back, here for the party?" I said trying to play nice. "Yeah, heard about it, and decided to take the bail that was set up." "Well that's nice." was the only response that I could muster. I turned and walked over to where dad was sitting drinking a beer talking to Clay and Gemma Marrow. "Hi daddy." I said and sat down next to him. "Hi princess." he said and kissed my cheek. "Well hello there Lucy, what is up?" Clay said. I looked over at him. He was getting up there in age and I think he was going though some sort of crisis and trying in vain to be cool. I laughed slightly and shook my head. "Just making an appearance and then I plan on leaving." I said and stood up. "By the way, I will be in Monday, I need an oil changed." I said and walked away. I looked over at the bar and saw Opie sitting next to Ellie and some guy. He looked proud and pissed off. "Ellie, Congrats." I said walking up behind her. She turned around and looked at me wide eyed. "Lucy, is that you?" She yelled shocked. "Yeah, its me." "Wow look at you, you are all grown up." Laughing the two of us hugged. I think she genuinely liked me as a person, but I wasn't her biggest fan. She was always there trying to tell me what to do. If it was through face book or even on the internet. It drove me crazy. I chatted with her and Opie and was even introduced to her boyfriend John, or as he liked to be called Jay. I said my good byes and decided it was time to leave.

I was about to walk though the door when Abel spotted me. "Lucy, what you can't even come over and say hello to me?" He said walking away from his dad to talk to me. "I was just leaving, did you see my dad lately, I would like to say good bye to him." I said and looked around again. "Sorry Lucy, he left with some chick. Looks like your staying at my house." He said with the biggest grin. I rolled my eyes, I don't think I have a choice in this. "Actually, I think I will take my chances at home." I said and walked out. I walked over to my car and climbed in, started it, and headed home. When I pulled up into the drive way, I noticed dad's bike parked in the grass, all the lights in the house were on, and to top it all off, it was starting to rain. "This is great." I mumbled to myself. I walked up on the porch and opened the door. The sound of loud moans and giggles filled my ears. I groaned loudly and walked towards my room. I went inside and grabbed a change of clothes. I wasn't going to bother with a note. If he can't think about me, then I wasn't going to think about him. I walked back out of the house and looked over at his bike, it was getting soaked in the rain. I was going to move it, but decided against it. I grabbed my cell phone and sent a text to Abel, I guess I am staying at your house tonight after all. Since you are still at the party, I will let myself in, you will be sleeping on the sofa tonight.

It wasn't long before I heard talking and the bedroom door open. "Jax, you need to talk to Tig, I don't like her feeling like she can't stay in her own home." It was Tara, "I will see what Clay wants to do about this, ok?" I heard Jax say. A few minutes later I felt the weight on the bed shift and a pair of arms wrap around me. "Good night princess." I heard Abel whisper.