Hey everyone! I know, I know. I went on hiatus again. Naughty me. But it was...necessary i suppose. But I'm back. The only bad news is that i'm stuck in a hole with DTDE and "Ain't a love song". But! DUN DUN DUN! I have an idea for a new Happy story. So, I'm going to post the first chapter and i'd love if everyone told me which Happy story they like better. If they like this better, this will get all of my attention until i gather muse for DTDE. If they like Ain't a love song better, then i'll try to find muse to update that one. I do not have a beta for this story, so I apologize for any misspellings and such. Hopefully I'll gain one soon!
Happy's name will be David! No sass about this. Happy has no real name for the show and it is hard to find a name to fit a character that isn't your own. David already fits him quite well. I'm not sure if i'll be using the same last name yet or not. This is, sadly, not up for debate. If you have suggestions for a name, i'll take them into consideration but i think it'd be easier to stick with David.
I'd like to warn everyone that this story isn't planned out...in the slightest bit. I need to do such but will not until I get a vote on which story you guys want me to continue. I'd also like to mention that anyone under the age of Eighteen should NOT read this story. This story will contain graphic violence, Imaginary nudity, graphic sexual scenes(lemons, not limes), gore, Domestic Violence, Substance abuse and well...a lot more. So parents, if you catch your child reading this, I put up a warning ^.^.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Sons of Anarchy characters...sadly. Any original characters that are seen are mine however. The Song "Set fire to the Rain" is not mine either.
I let it fall, My heart
And as it fell, you rose to claim it
It was dark and I was over
Until you kissed my lips and you saved me
Her chest rose and fell. Heavy, deep breaths as though a 100 pound weight was resting on it. But the deep breaths gave away that the girl wasn't quite dead yet. Her eyes were blind folded, the knock tieing into the pitch black strands of hair behind her head and at the slightest move of her head, she knew she'd have to cut the knot out. Her throat hurt to swallow. Her ears were ringing. She felt...dirty. The blood...her blood, caking on her skin. The wounds that the blood dripped from burning from the sweat.
And Her breathing stopped as she heard heavy foot steps. Play dead, she had done it before. But a whimper left her throat as a rough hand slapped clear across her cheek. She coughed, feeling her lip re-open at the force as she tried to hold in tears. Don't ever let them see you cry Esmeralda. Never. His words caused her head to spin as her head turned straight again.
"What's their plan, Chica? You're around them. You have to know something. Just tell us. We'll let you go. We'll let your friend go." She wondered if they knew or if they were just stupid. They had to look her up. Selective Mutism. There were few people she was able to talk to with out going into a full panic attack. The thought of talking to could make her physically sick.
She only shook her head and then winced as her neck was grasped. "Tell me!" The heavy mexican accent was thrown in her face as his hand squeezed. He wanted her to speak while he was choking her? Did that work? "Tell me!" He roared again. She could feel his spit hit her face as he shouted. Anger pulsing through him and it caused her fear to rise. She shook her head, barely even able to move it with his grip. "You lieing Bi-" "Aye! That's enough. Leave the little bitch in here to starve for a few more hours."
The rough hand was removed and she followed their footsteps from the room, followed by a slamming of the door before she began gasping for air. She couldn't breath as tears began to roll down her cheeks. Two clean streaks being formed through dirt and blood. Her head was dizzy. Her stomach turning, twisting and her throat tightening. She needed him. She needed him! His image flashed in her mind as her world started to go fully dark. Her eyes shutting beneath the blind fold, just as the sound of a shot being fired pierced through the air. She was lost again without him.
My hands, They're strong
But my knees were far too weak
To stand in your arms
Without falling to your feet
Esmeralda De'Leon. A name fit for a Princess, her father had said once. At Seven, she was even less close to becoming a princess than she was at the age of four when her father took off. An apology letter left behind for her and her mother but it was thrown out. He couldn't handle her. A drug addict. She spent all her money on pain killers, a habit she picked up from a car accident when Esmeralda was just a year old. But the pills had slowly turned into heroin.
The Seven year old sat on the steps of her own house. The box of cereal placed outside of the house door was a message. A message that her mother was busy and Esmeralda was to eat that for dinner until her...customer left. She could of at least placed a jacket out for her as she rested her head on her knees. Night was settling in and dogs were beginning to bark in the neighborhood. A warning for all the sounds. She shivered, pulling her arms into her shirt as she rested her head against the railing. Her eyes closing.
"Hey. Hey!" The deep voice slid into her ears and she jerked back, her green eyes wide, filled with fear as she stared up at the older boy. She stood up, the box of cheerios knocking over and spilling onto the floor as she moved up the steps. Her back flattening against the door. "Woah..I'm not goin' to hurt ya." He raised his hands as if to show a sign of gentleness.
"Why aren't you inside? It's a bit late." David questioned, eyeing the small girl. She couldn't of been more then Eight years old and she looked close to freezing when he found her huddled on the steps of a house. A box of cereal between her feet. She stayed silent though and the fear was still clear in her eyes.
He grunted. At Sixteen, he shouldn't be doing this. Talking to a girl too scared to breath. But a part of him couldn't allow her to stay outside like that. "Come with me." He demanded, reaching his hand out. She didn't move an inch. "Come with me, now or i'll call the police." He growled, his brown eyes turning darker in the night as he waited. His face hardening as he showed he wasn't asking her to follow him. So, she did.
Her hand reached up, lighter in color but still a light tan, and grasped his larger hand. Already rough with use. He tugged her down the steps. The spilled Cheerio's forgotten as the two disappeared into the darkness of their neighborhood.
"Ma? Ma!" He yelled into the house, guiding the girl into it. Her face was still filled with feet. Her body shaking with the cold of fall as she stood in the doorway of the house. An older woman appeared suddenly. Her dark eyes were similar to her son's but much warmer as they went over the tiny thing in her doorway. "Who's this?"
"'Dunno. She ain't talkin'." He muttered, dropping her hand as he shut the door, locking it tight. Their neighborhood wasn't safe. "I see...Go get a few blankets and warm up some soup David." He huffed but did as he was told to. His mother, Anari, moving over to the girl. "Sweeetheart? It's alright. You don't need to be afraid." Her voice was warm, comforting but suddenly, Esmeralda wanted the boy back. She wanted to tuck her tail between her legs and run for the shelter of his shadow. And she did. She dodged the incoming hand and darted farther into the house. Her small body immediately finding it's location as she slid behind the boy. Her fingers grasping onto his shirt as she hid into it. "What the hell?" he cried, almost spilling the soup as he put it back on the stove.
"What the hell are you doin' girl?" He growled, spinning around to grasp her shoulders. But the sight stopped both Mother and son. Those green eyes were bright, scared and filled with tears. Her full bottom lip trembling as her chest rose up and down with heavy gasps for air. And on instinct, David wrapped his arms around her, yanking her into his chest. Her gasps stopped but her sobs began.
She stayed the night on the couch, wrapped in multiple blankets while David slept in the chair near by. The next morning, he held her hand as she led him back to the same house. Her small hand opening, knocking on the door once before it swung open. Her mother. The same vivid green eyes but they weren't scared, filled with life or anything. they were dead, hungry. She was almost deathly thin. Her hands shaking as she stared down at her daughter.
"Where the hell have you been? I've been worried all night!" She shouted, grasping the girl's upper arm. David watched as she yanked her into the house, slamming the door shut. A few nights later, he wandered by. Finding the girl in the same position. Her body freezing. And it was that night that Anari and David pulled the girl into their lives. Almost everynight, she arrived at their front door. Her green eyes no longer filled with fear as she was welcomed into the house. But as the door shut behind her, she was locking herself into a life that she wouldn't be pulled from.
But there's a side to you that i never knew, never knew
All the things you'd say, they were never true, never true
And the games you play, you would always win, always win
At fourteen, not much changed. Although a few things did. She would arrive at the Labrava house after school, shutting herself inside with Anari while David rarely showed up until late in the evening. Her mother was barely living in her house, not even noticing her daughter's disappearances. Anari and David both knew of her...situation by then. Selective muteness but it wasn't a huge problem for them anymore. She would talk to them on occasion.
David had gained new friends. A motorcycle club, he explained. A brotherhood. A part of his life he demanded Esmeralda and Anari stayed out of. Any questions were avoided. Esmeralda and Anari's name were never mentioned around the club. He kept his lives seperate. But they were slowly melding together. Being forced to.
He dropped his duffle bag onto the floor of his mother's house, kicking it aside as he stepped in. "Ma!" He shouted, pulling his cut off of his shoulders and laying it over the back of the couch. "David!" She squealed, wrapping her arms around her son. He grunted, hugging her gently. "Where's Esme at?" "Not sure..She hasn't been around in a few days. Called and said she was too busy." He chuckled darkly at that. Esmeralda? Busy? Doing what? "She's suppose to be here after school ma. " "She's Fourteen David. She can't be caught in this house all her life." He thought differently as he snatched his cut back up. He could hear his mother calling his name as he shut the door, Allowing the california heat to warm his body as he sat on his bike. The roaring of the bike sounding before he took off down the street.
"Esmeralda! Esmeralda! You better open this damn door girl!" He shouted, banging his fist on it. He continued a few moments before the door was ripped open. A tall black man standing in the doorway with a scrowl." What da fuck do you want?" He snarled. Happy's eyes darkened even more, his mind twisting as he glared. "Esmeralda. Where's she at?""Why the fuck do you care? Let the little bitch go." The little bitch? That little bitch was his to protect.
He grabbed the screen door and ripped it open, pushing his way into the house. The smell of rotten food and cigarrettes assaulted his nose violently. He wanted to gag but he held it in as he moved into the house, ignoring the curses of the man behind him. He pushed open her bedroom door. Empty. Her book shelves broken and her bed ruffled. But blood was on the sheets. Blood. "Esmeralda!" He screamed, beginning to slam open any door he could find. Until he reached the other bedroom.
He shoved the door open, heaving as the smell slammed into his nose. "Esmeralda?" He questioned the lump of black hair under the covers. It whimpered. He rushed over to it, pulling down the blankets. She was naked. Bruises covering her skin as he rolled her to face it. "Esme.." She latched onto him, demanding his arms and he allowed it, wrapping the sheet around her as he pulled her up into his arms. She hid into his cut, tears pouring from her eyes. "Where's ya mom?" She just shook her head.
"Where is she? Tell me." He ordered, using the voice she knew she couldn't disobey. And he saw it. Her small hand lifting, pointing at the small closet. He neared it, his hand wrapping around the door knob and pulling it open. The body leaning against the door rolled out. The lifeless mother of Esmeralda falling to the floor. He turned from it, covering her head as he moved from the room to be blocked.
The man stood in the way, glaring at the two. David rested her down in a corner. "Move out of the way." He growled, blocking Esmeralda's body from view as he glared. He'd be damned if he let the man near her again. "Fuck off man. Get the hell outta my house." The man went to reach into the back of his pants and David lunged. His body outweighing the other's as he slammed him to the floor.
His fist, tight and strong, began to raise before slamming down. Punch after punch, he aimed at the man. His snarls almost animal like as he protected what was his. "You. Don't. Touch. Her" He roared, emphasizing each work with a punch of force before he was on his feet. He went to grab her before he heard the breathless, gargled chuckles. "I will man. She's can't talk, tight, fuckin' per-" Bang. Bang. Bang.
The gun shots filled the house and they were followed by Esmeralda's screams. Her head hiding in her knees. He turned, picking her up into his arms and moving from the house. He sat her on the steps, yanking his shirt off and sliding it over her body before putting his cut back on. The neighbors had heard, they were gathering. "Esme. Look at me. " She did. Her eyes lifting, the vivid green meeting black as he cupped her cheeks. "Listen to me. You tell the cops everything. Everything Esmeralda. No detail left out." He ordered, stroking her skin gently. She nodded.
Happy grabbed his bike, speeding off towards his mother's house. She was in a panic. "What happened?" She saw the blood on his jeans. "She was being hurt. her ma's dead." He explained, coldly. He hid his bag in his room. Any other weapons being removed from his body. "Oh god.." "Listen to me, Ma. I..i'll be going away. I know that but you keep her safe, yeah?" He ordered as he slipped on a new shirt.
An hour later, David was loaded into the back of the Cop car. A soft grin being flashed at Esmeralda and his mother before the sirens started and he was off. On July 24th, he was sentanced to a year and a half in prison but he was...Happy about it. He'd kill again for him. And with in his jail cell, his cell mate tattooed the very first happy face onto him. On July 26th, Esmeralda was dragged from the Labrava house by social workers. And she was lost without him.
But I set fire to the rain
Watched it pour as I touched your face
Let it burn while I cry
'Cause I heard it screaming out your name, your name
CHAPTER ONE! Yaay! I hope you all like it. Please review and remember to tell me which story you'd like me to continue with that has a Happy/OFC relationship! I look forward to hearing everyone's comments on the story!