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Chapter One

My mind was a whirlwind of emotions, not knowing which one I was supposed to listen to. It felt like I was going in circles, and I was going nowhere fast. If I stayed here in Tacoma I would either end up dead or in some deep shit I didn't have business to be wrapped in. I had nothing here; no family, no friends, no familiarity. The Sons were here, but I didn't take the risk of getting on friendly terms with them. They watched over me, but I had nothing to do with them.

It was time for me to go home, to see my family again. It had been almost 2 years now, and I was too messed up to stay on my own anymore. I was lost after all the shit I'd done so far and needed help. God, I can't believe I, Samantha Teller, just admitted that I needed help. Like my mom, I was a stubborn bitch, and the word 'help' almost never left my mouth. Well, until now.

The 'Welcoming to Charming' sign made a feeling of relief wash over my body in soothing waves. I was back home where I belonged, where I knew I was meant to be. The stores, the people, the summer days; it was all a part of me that could never forget no matter how I tried. I was who I was because of Charming and the people in it.

The roads were still familiar to me, and I easily found my way to Teller-Morrow Auto Shop in my black Camero. The large sign and old garage didn't seemed to have changed a bit since I last saw it, the lot still filled with motorcycles belonging the Sons. I took a deep breath, resisting the urge to cry as I looked around at my 'home.'

I climbed out of the car with a new found determination, my nerves forgotten and replaced by courage. The garage seemed to be closed, and assumed that I would find who I was looking for in the club house. With a clear mind and a steady walk, I opened the door and headed inside the club house.

The place still smelled of cigarettes and alcohol, bringing back the memories of many nights gone awry with me and the guys. The lights were dim as always, giving the feeling of nighttime even though it was only noon. I saw crow-eaters scattered around the room, but none of the guys I were looking for. I did, however, spot someone wiping down the bar. He was wearing a cut, his patch telling me he was a prospect.

"Are you looking for someone sweetheart?" He asked me as he looked to see me in the doorway. "We're closed today." I nodded my head, walking further into the room. I came to sit on the bar stool, my hands clasped together in my lap.

"I'm here to see Clay." I told him, and he gave me a once over. He was skeptical of me. I obviously didn't look like a sweet butt or a crow eater in my fitted jeans, black t-shirt, and black flip flops. And he definitely knew that I wasn't one.

"He's havin' church," He finally said, pulling out a glass and setting it next to me. "You can wait for him though. Want anything to drink?" I got a simple glass of water, sipping on it slowly as I looked up at the clock. Hopefully it wouldn't be much longer until church was over.

The time seemed to pass by eerily slow, and I quickly started to wonder if I was ever going to see him before the day ended. It felt like I had been sitting on the stool for a lifetime, the prospect having been gone to the back of the clubhouse for a while now. I let out a sigh, my hands resting under my chin as I seriously contemplated knocking on the chapel doors.

But I guess God answered my wishes because the door to the chapel opened up seconds later. I lifted my head and looked over as the men I had known since I was a baby filed out of the large room. It was an overwhelming sight, and I felt a sob rise up in my throat just by the site of them.

Standing up from my seat, I waited for the last person to exit the room. He looked older now than he had two years ago, more worn out. Most likely from the stress, I presumed. He had a cigar in his hand, putting it out in an ashtray next to a pool table. He turned, locking eyes with me for the first time, and I let a tear slip down my cheek.

"Daddy," I said, walking towards him. He seemed to be out of focus, but grabbed my up in his arms as I flew into his chest. The warmth I had missed now surrounded my being, causing the tears to fall faster.

"Holy shit," One of the guys said, I assumed it was Bobby. "It's Sam…" I let go of my dad to look up into his eyes, seeing that they were moist.

"My baby girl…is finally home again…" He said, and I just nodded my head. I was home, this time for good. He leaned down to kiss my forehead, and hugged me once again.

"I missed you so much," I said as we let each other go. "All of you." I turned and started hugging everyone tightly.

"Oh Tigger," I kept crying as I hugged him tightly. "You too Happy," I kept hugging everyone, saying their names as I went, but I came down to someone I didn't know, so instead I said, "We haven't met, but I missed you too," and hugged him as well.

"Where have you been these last two years sis?" Jax asked as he hugged me tightly to him, and I buried my face in his chest.

"I went up to Tacoma for a while, to clear my mind." I said, but then cried even harder. "But I messed all kinds of shit up and I was so lost I didn't know what to do so I came home. God Jax, I'm so stupid…" Jax just kissed my forehead and told me I was not anything close to stupid, telling me everything was going to be okay. And I believed him.

"Come inside and we'll talk." My dad said, and I just nodded, letting Jax lead me into the room before shutting the door. The three of us sat down and I held my arms tightly around me.

"Baby girl, what happened in Tacoma?" My dad asked, and I just stared down at the table. It was hard having to tell him what happened. I was so screwed up and knew that telling him would mean I had messed up. I couldn't face the reality of how upside down my life was.

"Sam, you gotta tell us." Jax said, putting a hand on my shoulder. I tried to, I really tried, but I couldn't even get a word out of my mouth before a sob beat me to it. I didn't have the confidence to tell them, knowing they wouldn't look at me the same again.

"I-I can't." I cried, putting my hands over my face as my sobs shook my body. "I….I need some time…to g-get over it all…I'm so lost right now." Jax didn't say anything, but instead just gathered me in his arms, hugging me as tight as he could.

"Whatever it is, I'll always love you sis; we all love you." He said in my ear, and I felt my dad join in the hug to. For the first time since I left, I felt the comfort of family.

"Where's mom?" I asked as I realized the one person missing form our talk. "Is she here?"

"No honey, she had to go to Nevada with Tara for a couple weeks, but she'll be back soon, I promise." My dad informed me, and I just nodded my head. My tears had begun to dry, and I wiped them away with my fingertips.

"I'm sorry I left daddy, I really am." I told him with a sniffle. "I was just caught up in the moment I wasn't thinking straight."

"It's alright baby girl, you're home now. That's all that matters." He told me, and I smiled through teary eyes. Both he and Jax kissed my forehead, and helped to stand up. I felt like a weight had been lifted off my shoulders, I could finally move on from that part of my life.

We walked back out into the main room, seeing everyone seated around a couple of tables. They all looked up at me, and I gave them a weary smile.

"I think this night calls for a celebration," Chibbs said, and called the prospect to hand out shots. "In the honor of Sam comin' home, we should enjoy ourselves." Everyone raised their glasses and yelled, "To Sam," before downing the unknown liquor.

I wasn't a big fan of drinking, but took a small sip, almost gagging as the nasty taste burned my throat. Jax saw me and laughed, taking the shot and drinking mine too.

"Stay away from the booze sis, we all know how you get when you drink. We don't need you passin' out on the bar top this time 'round." He joked, and everyone laughed at the memory of the time I was drunk beyond belief. And for some reason, I found myself laughing too.

It was great to be home.