A/N: I own nothing of course. But I had this idea and figured why not? So if you feel up to it leave me a review and let me know what you think.

Lizzie Jane,

Stability. That's all I ever wanted, a stable environment for you, Lizzie. So I fled the only home I knew the day I found out I was pregnant. I ran to a family I didn't know. The family that disowned my mother for following her heart. The family that took me in, no questions asked and made it possible for me to begin raising you in a stable environment. That was eighteen years ago, and a lot has changed.

I've been diagnosed with stage four cancer. Its spread practically everywhere and the doctor doesn't expect I'll make it past three months. He said even three months is being optimistic.

So, I'm writing this for you, Elizabeth Jane, in hopes that one day you'll understand everything about why I made the decisions I did. I believe I did the right thing, and I hope that one you'll think that too.

First, my real name is Sarah Ann Janowitz. I said I wanted stability, and with that last name it's the last thing you'll get. My father's name is Lenny Janowitz. He's currently locked up for muder of 3 ATF agents. I don't know if he did it, and I don't care if he did. He is my father and every month I go and visit him. He really wants to meet you, but I wanted you to be old enough to decide for yourself whether you'd like to see him or not. As for my mother, her name was Elizabeth Jane too. She would of loved you so much if she got the chance to meet you. She was murdered twenty years ago.

I told you I fled the only home I know, and that's because it's a crazy world there. You may know someone today then have to identify their body tomorrow. Or you may be the one getting identified. It isn't a safe environment period. Especially not for a child.

As for your father, I met him at what I thought was the best place ever at the time, the Sons of Anarchy clubhouse in Charming, California. He's from the Tacoma chapter though. His name is Happy Lohman. I would love to tell you we were in love and all that stuff, but this letter is about honesty. So, honestly it was a one night stand when I was eighteen. I don't regret it though, because it gave me you, the greatest gift I could of ever received, and I thank Happy for that. You have his complexion and eyes.

If you hate me for all of this, I understand. Maybe I was wrong, but I believed I was right. You have a right to know your father and family though, and I was going to tell you when you were older, but it seems I ran out of time. Just know I loved you with everything I had. You were my sweet little angel.

With Love,

Mom

As I re-read my mom's letter for what seemed the fiftieth time, it all seemed so surreal.

A week ago I put my 35 year old mother in the ground, only to find out all the secrets she kept.

The world she grew up in.

The family she hid.

My father.

My father, Happy Lohman?

What the fuck is all this?

It's been three weeks since I buried my mother, two weeks since I found out everything, and one week since I turned 18.

Turning 18 meant I now have access to my trust. Roughly about 200,000.00, courtesy of my great grandma Maggie, my mother's mom's mom. With that and my "college fund" my mom had, and my savings I have enough to live nice in California or Washington, wherever Happy goes after he gets out of prison if I wanted too. I never planned on doing anything important in college anyways. Schools not really my thing. Now modeling, thats my thing. I've been doing it since I was four, but it really picked up when I was about 15.

But Happy doesn't seem like the kind of guy that would want kids. He looks kind of frightening. But he does have a mom in Bakersfield. Being best friends with the child of a private investigator has its perks I guess.

I think I'll go pay Grandma a visit.

"I'm gonna miss you so much Liz." Kylee, my best friend since first grade, said sadly.

"I promise to call you all the time and I'll be back." I said to her tearing up.

"I love you bitch." She said.

"Love you too skank." I replied then boarded the plane from Detroit to Bakersfield.

The plane ride sucked. Too much time to think about everything. What if I'm making a huge mistake by trying to get involved in Happy's life? My mom ran from this life for a reason. Or what if Happy doesn't want to know me. There are so many possible outcomes, but there is one thing that is for sure: I want to know my father.

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