Title - Looking For Heaven
Chapter title - They never say that you gotta grow up, quite this soon...
Author - OblivionsGarden
Genre - Hurt/Drama/Family
Disclaimer - I do not own Sons Of Anarchy in anyway shape or form. I only own the plot points surrounding my oc's, not recognized from the show or comics.
Chapter Word Count - 5543 words.
Summary - Home. It was a word that had lost meaning over the years. Once, it had meant the tiny box room at the back of her dad's house. Then it was a larger room, painted pink and cream, at her mom's. Then it had just been the road for a while and then a pokey apartment in Vegas. The cell. Now? She wasn't sure. But she sure did miss that town called Charming. (Tig/OC)
A/n - I know I'm way late to the SOA party, but I finally watched all of the series recently, (at the insistence of my sister in law and I'm currently on my second run through) and I bloody loved it! I fell for Tiggy (and Chibs) and just had to write something for him. Just so happens I've had this pink haired OC knocking around my brain for a while with no home and she falls into this story so well that it's all worked out nicely. The title of this fic is from the song of the same name by Tonight alive. I hope you all enjoy reading this story, and I hope my inspiration doesn't run dry any time soon. I'd love and appreciate it if you could leave me a review to let me know what you think. x
-There will be an age difference between Tig and my oc but obviously, there will be nothing between them until everyone is legally aged but I just wanted to say in case anyone is uncomfortable reading about an age gap.-
-There will a few or so pre-main story chapters first and then we'll begin the main story which will begin as season one began.-
-Also every chapter title will be lyrics from a song that will in someway relate to the chapter. #1 is Barbies by Pink.-
WARNING - This chapter contains descriptions of violence and sexual assault. If you are not comfortable with that then please do not read.
Home. It was a word that had lost meaning over the years. Once, it had meant the tiny box room at the back of her dad's house. Then it was a larger room, painted pink and cream, at her mom's. Then it had just been the road for a while and then a pokey apartment in Vegas. The cell. Now? She wasn't sure. But she sure did miss that town called Charming.
She hadn't been there since she was just sixteen years old with the whole world at her feet. She'd had plans, big plans, and some asshole took them all away without a second thought. Going back there would be hard, would bring up alot of long buried memories that she'd really rather forget. But that's where her family was and if she was honest, family was her real home.
~Ten years previous. Suffolk, England.~
Mark Greene had seen this day coming, knew one day he'd go to wake her up for school and find her room empty.
Beth Teller had had enough. At just fourteen years old she had put up with enough of her fathers emotional manipulation and just couldn't take another day of it. She had her own mind now, her own way of thinking, her own opinions and her own bad attitude. None of which were liked by her father. He had fought hard for custody and dragged her to England, far away from her 'bitch' mother to try and stop her from turning out like the rest of the Tellers. But clearly, his efforts were for naught. No matter how many times her father reminded her she was the result of a drunken one night stand, that her mother would never love her as much as she did her sons, Beth knew better. Teller blood runs deep and Beth was every bit her mothers daughter. Strong willed, or stubborn as a mule most would say, heart on her sleeve and sometimes too cocky for her own good.
Beth hated him. Hated his passive aggressive, manipulative, uncaring way of parenting, hated that she only got to see her mother four weeks in a year, hated that he tried to control everything from her eating to her clothes, her music and her mind. She wanted love, caring, just a little compassion from time to time... But she'd never get that from him, never had. So finally, she packed her shit, left the house and called her mother.
"Yeah?" The voice on the other end of the line was groggy, just woken up and Beth mentally cursed herself for not thinking of the time difference.
"Mum?" She sighed. "Sorry, forgot you're behind us."
"Baby? Don't worry about it." There was the sound of shuffling, she was probably leaving the bedroom so as not to wake her husband. "What's wrong, sweetheart?"
"I left home... I can't live with dad anymore he's driving me insane."
"Honey, I-"
"I know he's got custody but you're my mother and it's the summer holidays. I was thinking I could come over to see you and then we can figure something out from there. Please? If I stay one of us is going to end up doing time for murder." There was a moment of silence before her mother spoke again.
"Alright. I'll book you some tickets to pick up at the airport and call you back when it's all arranged. Which airport can you get to?"
"Stanstead's closest I think."
"Go there, I'll arrange everything."
"Thanks mum. I love you."
"Love you too, darling."
Beth had never been alone on a flight before and made a mental note she did not want to do it again any time soon. She had been too on edge anytime someone so much as glanced her way that she hadn't eaten a thing or managed to get any sleep. Maybe it was something to do with her big brother and her step father being part of an MC and having heard alot of their stories before. And those stories were only the tame ones.
When her grateful feet touched American soil she felt an immediate sense of calm. She was home, California, soon to be back with her real family, not just the glorified self entitled sperm donor she had for a father. She yawned her way through customs and baggage claim, shuffling outside to look for her mothers car. Only she didn't see it, instead a shiny black Harley was propped up with a helmet hanging from the handle bars. Beth looked up into soft blue eyes, a surge of energy over coming her as she ran into her brothers arms.
"Hey, darlin'." Jax drawled into her ear, arms encircling her and lifting her into the air. "We've all missed you."
"I missed you guys too." She was beaming now, long haul flight already forgotten. "Where's mum?"
"Mom, is over there." He pointed across the parking lot to where Gemma was waiting by the trunk of her car. "No way my baby sister is gonna come all the way over here on her own and not get a hug from me before anyone else."
Jax helped her carry her luggage over to the car, shoving it into the trunk whilst Gemma clung onto her daughter as though her life depended on it. He heard mumbled 'i missed you's' and waited until they finally pulled away before letting them know he was heading to take care of some club business and he'd see them at the garage later.
Beth switched the radio to a random music station, lifting her feet onto the dashboard with a contented smile. Gemma, who usually would have told her to get her damn feet down, watched her amusedly. Gemma Teller was a woman who never gave up fighting for her kids and Beth was no exception. Just because that bastard won custody all those years ago didn't mean she stopped fighting. She was forever back and forth to her lawyers, trying to get Beth back to her real home in Charming. She had even contemplated doing it illegally and just taking Beth but she knew it'd be too easy to trace. But there was something about this time, the way Beth had been on the phone, that told her this was the time she would be there to stay.
"So are you gonna explain to me why this visit was so urgent?" Gemma finally asked once they were on the road home.
"He wasn't gonna bring me this year." Beth mumbled, reaching to lower the volume of the radio. "You don't know what he's like."
"So tell me." The elder Teller woman pulled a cigarette from the centre console of the car, figuring she was going to need a smoke for this story.
"He controls everything. He tells me when to get up, when to go to sleep, what to eat, how much to eat, how fast to eat, what to drink, who to be friends with, what I should wear, what shows I watch, what music I listen to... He tells me what my fucking opinion is on stuff! Like, I should be the one to decide what I think of something!"
"Language." Gemma scolded, half-heartedly. "Why didn't you ever tell me before?"
"Because I deal, it's what I do."
"Yeah well, Teller's don't have to just 'deal'. We don't put up with that shit, especially from assholes like your father."
"Language." Beth teased, turning a little in her seat. "He'll know I'm here. He's probably gonna come get me. Or even just send social services to get me or the cops."
"Hey, you let me deal with that. You have fun being home. All the boys missed you."
Beth must have dropped off at some point during their drive home because the next thing she knew she was in the old familiar clubhouse, curled up on one of the sofas with a light blanket covering her shoulders. She idly wondered who carried her in when she heard a Scottish accent just to her right.
"Afternoon, lass."
"Chibs!" Beth was up and crossing the room to pull Chibs into a tight hug.
The Scot had always been close to Beth, right from the day she was born. At first it had been due to the absence of his own young daughter but over time, he loved Beth for who she was. He was the one she turned to when she didn't want to talk to her mom or her brother. He was the one that reassured her that Clay did care about her. It was a topic that died when she turned thirteen but for a long time, Beth had worried about her step father.
When Beth was conceived, John Teller was in Belfast, Gemma and Clay already starting their affair. But they had had an explosive argument which resulted in Gemma drinking the afternoon and most of the evening away before falling into bed with a British tourist. Beth thought maybe she was a sore reminder of Gemma's infidelity to Clay, but Chibs assured her Clay loved her like his own.
"We've missed you darlin'. Everyone's waitin' for you to wake up so's they can have a cuddle."
"I've missed everyone too. Didn't think I'd make it back this year."
"Aye, Gemma said you're da's been givin' you trouble." Chibs had that look in his eye, that dark dangerous look that meant he wanted to hurt someone. Beth had only ever seen it at the mention of a man called Jimmy before.
"Same old crap he's always doing. I've just had enough this time, that's all." She left his grip and headed for the door. "I'm gonna say hi to everyone." She knew the topic wouldn't be left, not until the boys had done something about the man bothering Princess Teller.
She found Clay and Bobby seated at the tables outside, their prospect Juice sweeping the floor in front of them. Beth had only met Juice once the year previous when he had first asked to prospect and was happy to see he was now doing just that. Clay gave her a tight hug, Bobby soon doing the same. They spoke for a while before Tig and Happy came over from the garage once they noticed she was awake.
It was strange how just a certain group of people standing around, hearing about her life since the last time they saw her, could make her feel so calm and safe and wanted. Never once had she felt out of place in Charming and it just made her all the more determined not to return to England.
As Beth had predicted, her dad arrived in Charming less that two days after her. He drove straight to the garage, demanding for her to pack her stuff and get in his car. But Beth stood firm, knowing her family was with her, and told him to fuck off. Tig and Chibs snorted behind her as Jax, Clay and Gemma stood by her side.
They argued back and forth for a while, remaining verbal, until Mark lunged forward and grabbed his daughter wrist, dragging her to his car. She tried her best to pull away from him but his grip was strong and tight, stopping the blood flow to her hand and giving her fingers that strange tingling feeling like when she slept on it.
But it was a wrong move. Mark never should've touched her. Jax was on him in a second, grabbing him by his collar and slamming him to the ground. Gemma pulled her daughter back to her, taking her wrist and gently rubbing circles into it. Jax and Clay were on top of Mark, Chibs, Tig, Bobby, Juice, Opie and Happy surrounding them, ready to act if they were needed. Gemma warned them not to do any damage, it would only give him the courts support in taking Beth back to England. Reluctantly, Jax lifted him back to his feet, shoving him towards the car and making sure he knew not to come back to Charming.
The court order came and the Teller-Morrow family went together to plead their case. Jax and Clay even removed their cuts to ensure there would be no prejudice from the social services. Beth was terrified she'd have to go back and tearfully told the officials everything her father did to control her every move, how he made her feel like nothing. Gemma held her hand the whole time, scowling at Mark across the room. And by some miracle, or what felt like it to Beth, the courts granted custody to Gemma and Clay, ordering Mark Greene to pay child support until Beth's eighteenth birthday.
Beth Teller's life seemed to be plain sailing from that moment on. She enrolled in a new school and made a handful of friends to get into new trouble with. She learned everything from the boys about how to fix cars and Clay even let her work at the garage on the weekends for a little extra allowance. The MC kept it's business away from family life, Jax's girl Tara had just got her crow tattoo for him, despite Gemma still hating her, and Beth never heard from her father again.
Being the youngest of the Teller's she had earned the nickname 'Baby' and if she was honest with herself, she loved it. She loved being taken care of by everyone even if she was being taught how to handle herself. Gemma wasn't thrilled about her fighting lessons from Happy at first but when Beth told her she just wanted to be able to take care of herself, she relented. Happy was pleased to see she was a good student, focusing hard and practicing too. She even sparred against her brother a couple of times and won. Of course he was going easy on her but she knew against someone her own age or someone unpracticed, she'd be fine.
Opie and Jax got to play the over protective big brother roles they loved so much. Opie was an only child and Jax's best friend, the only siblings he'd even known had been the Teller kids. Anytime Beth came home from school with a boy in tow, they were there giving him a good stare down and making sure they knew who Samcro were. The boys would never come again after that and Beth couldn't find it in herself to be mad at them. This was what she'd always wanted.
Piney and Bobby became her weird Uncle's that she loved more than anything, telling her stories from their youth, questioning her generations choices and giving her some of the strangest advice she'd ever received. Things like, 'if you're gonna borrow money, borrow from a pessimist cause they'll never expect it back' or 'if in doubt, mumble.' She'd never understood that last one.
Chibs had always been a surrogate dad to her and whilst she still called him Chibs to his face, in conversation with others, she just called him dad to save time. Chibs had overheard her once and spent the rest of the day with a grin on his face. Tig and Happy teased him about it for a while but they all knew what it meant to him, what with Kerrianne on the other side of the Atlantic Ocean.
Tig liked to tease her about how she dressed, nothing cruel, just light-hearted fun that she always returned. Jax wore baggy jeans and trainers with his cut, Gemma's entire wardrobe was almost entirely black, but Beth? She liked skirts and dresses, pink with glitter and frills. But there was an edge to it. A pink frilled skirt and tank top with a beaten denim jacket and chunky black boots. Tig once said she was like Barbie meets Tank Girl and even when she hit her mid 20's she said it was the best compliment she'd ever received.
She had two great years in Charming, full of love and care, the life she used to dream about. It was fast approaching her sixteenth birthday and preparations for her party were in full swing. She had said she didn't need anything big but Gemma didn't do small. The clubhouse was the venue, of course. Not your average sweet sixteen location but there'd be alot of bikers there who knew and loved Baby Teller who'd want somewhere safe and familiar to get good and loaded. Beth's friends were strictly forbidden from entering the clubhouse.
When she woke up the morning of July 25th, Jax and all the boys were already over, waiting for breakfast with the birthday girl. Clay had ensured there was no club business that day, per Gemma's request and Beth was so grateful to have all her favorite people around her. Even her best friend Emily had come over to hang out until her party that evening.
"Tonight's the night I've waited for because you're not a baby anymore. You've turned into the prettiest girl I've ever seen. Happy birthday, sweet sixteen." Chibs sung to her as she entered the room, laughing at the instant blush that graced her cheeks. She was still in her pink pajamas, patterned with white polka dots as she made herself some tea. Gemma would've done it but her all too British child insisted that American's made trash tea.
"What happened to that funny face, my little tomboy now wears satin and lace. I can't believe my eyes you're just a teenage dream. Happy birthday, sweet sixteen." Bobby did his usual Elvis routine and Beth groaned, moving to sit between Jax and Emily, who was blushing given her crush on the eldest Teller.
"When you were only six, I was your big brother." Jax started to croon into her ear, leaning into her. "Then when you were ten, we didn't like each other. When you were thirteen, you were my funny valentine. But since you've grown up, your future is sewn up."
"Guys, seriously you can stop now." She groaned, elbowing her brother away but her words only had the entire table up in chorus.
"From now on you're gonna be mine, so, if I should smile with sweet surprise. It's just that you've grown up before my very eyes. You've turned into the prettiest girl I've ever seen. Happy birthday, sweet sixteen."
"Ok, are we done?" She giggled. "Can we eat?"
"Happy birthday, Baby." Gemma kissed the top of daughters head before taking her seat beside Clay.
Everyone eventually broke off into their own conversations around the table after giving their birthday wishes. Emily and Beth were a little sad they couldn't stay out too late since her birthday fell the day before school but were planning to have their own fun anyway. Beth was allowed in the clubhouse even though none of the other teenagers were and the girls had already made a plan to sneak some alcohol out from behind the bar once the adults were too drunk to notice. Which given a bunch of bikers, wouldn't take long at all. They were excited at the prospect of getting drunk for the first time in their young lives and were giddy with excitement all morning.
They talked about what they would wear, who from their classes were coming, and just how much older Jax was than Emily. Beth assured her she had no chance but Emily couldn't resist his blue eyed charm. Beth thought she must roll her eyes every other minute when Jax and Emily were near each other, given that Jax had the tendency to wink and smirk at the young girl just to tease her.
Once breakfast had been eaten, presents were given and again, Beth felt like the luckiest girl in the world. Tig got her a brand new camera, after she had found an old Kodak of Gemma's in a storage box and become obsessed with taking pictures everywhere she went. She didn't like to keep her pictures in albums, but rather bundled them up by months and tie a little string with a date label around to keep together in a box.
Bobby got her a new acoustic guitar since he had been teaching her how to play. A deep purple sunburst pattern with the word 'Baby' engraved in silver lettering on the head. Benathe was a silver crown, owing to her being Baby 'princess' Teller. The inlays on the frets were personalized too, little stars instead of dots. Beth never expected anything so personal and kissed Bobby on the cheek once she'd given it a good once over.
Opie got her a bunch of art books to go along with the art supplies that Piney got. Happy's tattooing had got her into art in a big way and she was quickly learning to follow in his footsteps. Happy got her a book about traditional tattoo art and a note that promised to give her her first tattoo come her eighteenth birthday. Gemma had muttered a low 'we'll see about that'. Juice got her tickets to see a local punk band she had fallen in love with the year previous and promised Gemma he would keep her safe the day of the gig. Emily got her some brand new make up she had been wanting for a long time and Jax got her a new pair of chunky soled doc martens in a glittering pink. She had nearly tackled him from the chair when she opened them.
Chibs took her away to one side to give her his gift, waiting for everyone else to get more coffee. His gift came in a small box and Beth was a little confused as to why a little jewelry would be so private for him. Frowning she opened the box, gasping when she saw a small gold band inside. The pattern matched a ring that Chibs always wore on his middle finger.
"It's a Scottish Celtic pattern." He spoke quietly, so as not to be heard by the others. "I always planned to give one to Kerrianne on her sixteenth but I dunnae think I'll get to see her. You're as good as mine anyway, so I just-"
Beth cut him off with a tight hug, squeezing him to her. She could feel tears stinging her eyes as she pulled back and pressed a kiss to his scarred cheek. She whispered a thank you and slipped it onto her middle finger of her right hand, exactly where he wore his. They returned to the table together and Gemma smiled a warm smile, having known exactly what Chibs was up to. Jax lifted her hand to inspect the band and nodded at his brother.
Gemma and Clay's gift was last and it had Beth practically bouncing off her chair. It was a gorgeous black dress, covered in glittering beads. She had begged for a dress for her party, but nothing too flouncy and fancy. Gemma had hit the nail on the head with this. It was halterneck and knee length so nothing too outrageous but paired with her new pink boots from her brother she would look like the most bad ass sixteen year old in Charming.
She kissed her mum and step dad, grabbed her presents with the help of Emily, and the two girls ran off to her bedroom to start getting ready.
The party was probably the best night of Beth's young life. Her family was there, her closest friends, even a couple of the cute grunge boys she had a crush on had come to hang out for a while and she knew once she got the alcohol from behind the bar, she would forever be on their cool list.
They spent the earlier part of the evening eating burgers and hot dogs from the grill that Bobby was manning, they also spent a good amount of time laughing at the hair net Gemma forced him into. She showed off her dress, boots and ring to anyone who would listen to her for half a minute and she danced with all of the guys. Jax, taking on his role of embarrassing big brother, even made her stand on his feet like she did when she was a little girl and they danced to Disney songs together. Gemma was taking pictures on Beth's new camera for her all night until Beth took it for herself, getting pictures of her favorite people. She nearly passed out when Sam, the cute boy from school that had a bright red mohawk, surprised her with a kiss on the cheek as Emily took a picture of them together. (Although Opie and Clay had been quick to stare him down right after and he scurried away.)
Once the adults were good and drunk, Beth sneaked Emily into the clubhouse with her, slipping unseen behind the bar and grabbing three bottles of whatever they could reach. They ran as fast as they could around the side of the clubhouse, meeting up with some of the boys. Looking at their loots they realized they had rum, whiskey and some kind of liqueur. The teenagers sat around and shared the bottles, the liqueur giving everyone a bad taste on their tongue. As the evening wore on and people began leaving, Beth could hear Gemma calling for her and panicked.
"Shit." She stumbled to her feet, blushing as Sam caught her elbow and righted her. "Mum will kill me if she sees me like this."
"What do we do?" Emily asked. "I was supposed to be home an hour ago."
"Crap." Beth watched her friend, who was much steadier than she was and nodded. "Cover for me?"
"Always."
"Tell mum I've gone home early cause I was tired and that you need someone to get you home cause you're late. Jax might give you a ride if he's sober enough." She winked.
"Ok. Where are you really going?"
"I'm gonna walk around the block and clear my head and then go home before mum realizes I've been drinking whiskey with a group of boys." Beth snorted and gave her friend a quick hug.
She watched her head toward Gemma before leaving with Sam and his friends. Unfortunately, the boys lived in the opposite direction to where she was walking and so she bid them farewell after they made her promise to hang out with them sometime.
Walking alone in the dark usually would've scared her, given the horror stories she had heard. But this was Charming, the town her brother and step dad made safe. Besides, she was only going around the block for now and her drunken mind was telling her she was invincible with Samcro as her family.
She was three quarters of the way around the block when that invincible feeling started to wear off, only to be replaced with an uneasy feeling telling her to look over her shoulder. She did, spotting a dark figure just a few feet behind her, hood obscuring their face. Her heart thumped loudly against her chest and she subconsciously sped up. She tried to tell herself it was just some guy headed home, maybe even someone who had been at her party, but she heard their foot falls speed up to match hers. Just as she made to run, she felt them grab her shoulder, pulling her back into their chest.
They wrapped an arm around her middle, keeping her arms pinned to her side and used their free hand to cover her mouth. She tried to make as much noise as she could, able to see the gates to the garage from where they were stood but it was no use. She tried desperately to fight against them, remember what Happy had taught her to get away but this person was twice her size and far stronger.
She was dragged backward, far from the clubhouse and bundled into the back of a truck, where she was struck in the head, knocking her into darkness.
When she came to she could feel herself being pulled by her ankles. The ground beneath her was wet and smelt like mud. Opening her eyes she could see the moonlight shining down on her through the trees and realized she was in some kind of wooded area. There was nothing around to give her an exact location though and she wondered just how far from home she really was.
She took a breath and yanked one of her feet from her kidnappers grasp, flipping onto her front to push herself into a sprint. She didn't get far. The ground was too wet, the leaves beneath her boots too slippy to grip onto. She was grabbed once again from behind, this time to be thrown onto the ground, knocking all breath from her lungs. She looked up, seeing the man's face for the first time, his hood no longer covering it. He looked to be around forty, beady sunken eyes and chapped lips. His skin was pasty with that waxy sheen that Lowell sometimes had when he was back on smack. She knew his face, had seen it somewhere before but she just couldn't place it.
He aimed a hard kick to her ribs and used his foot on her shoulder to shove her onto her back. Her head was spinning as she tried desperately to think of someway to get out of this. She felt him straddle her, run his hands over her stomach and up her sides. She flinched away from him and as soon as she did he punched her in the jaw, bringing the metallic taste of blood to her tongue. The word 'please' was on the tip of her tongue but she swallowed it. She would not beg him.
Instead she used some of her last remaining energy to shove him backwards and try to run, but again, he was too fast. He lay on top of her this time, his nose brushing hers as he stared her down. She saw the blood shot eyes and the blown out pupils and knew he was high on something. She fought against him but she only served to piss him off even more as he reached over and grabbed a rock from the ground, bringing it down against her head and knocking her unconscious once more.
This time she didn't want to open her eyes. She could feel the cold air on her body and knew her dress was gone, she could even feel that her boots were missing. She could hear him, grunting, moving around on top of her and refused to look at him for even a second. She rolled her head to the side, catching a glimpse of the trees, something scurrying up the side of one in the darkness. She tried to move her arms to cover her chest but he was quick to grab her wrists and pin them down.
"Glad your awake." He grunted next to her ear. "You'll enjoy it eventually."
"You're sick." She spat, and earned another slap.
"Don't piss me off little girl. I can make this much worse for you."
"Do you know who my family are?" She forced herself to look at him, meet his stare and remember his face. He would pay for this, if she made it out alive.
"What are you the Oswalds brat?" He smirked. "Think some rich prick is gonna make me suffer?"
"I'm Baby Teller." She spoke clear and sure, she knew her name was known. "Jax Teller is my brother and Clay Morrow is my step father. The Sons Of Anarchy are my family and you are fucked."
Unconsciousness was welcomed this time.
The pain she felt when she next woke up was unbearable. She could feel it everywhere, like flames on her skin, scorching her flesh until is was sure to fall from bone. She heard a noise, loud and inhuman and when a large calloused hand came down on her mouth she realized she had made it. The pain was in her stomach, her ribs, face, chest... She couldn't name one place that didn't scream with pain. She pressed her hand to her stomach and then lifted it into her line of vision. Red. Nothing but red.
And then he was above her again, leaning over her with a panicked look in her eye. He was on the come down.
"Can't have you talking." He mumbled, to her or himself she wasn't sure. "Would've liked you to remember, nightmares are always fun... But no, not you. Not with the Sons." She saw a flash of silver in the early morning light and knew it was a knife. She knew, somehow, that this was the end of it.
She felt the cold metal pressed against her neck and could feel it cutting her skin and closed her eyes, feeling the tears she didn't know she was crying. She tried to be the brave, stubborn bitch her mother always taught her to be but she wasn't. In that moment she was a terrified sixteen year old girl, lying naked and beaten in forest with a knife against her throat. She opened her mouth and said one word.
"Please."
