A/N: Hello people! Yes, I know... I have the same title for a different story, but this is for SOA, the other one was for the Covenant movie, which isn't even finished yet. So I think it's okay to use the same title. Again, not explaining everyone, because, by now we all know who they are and what they do, so yeah. Actually, I've had this story in my notebook, collecting dust. So I posted it up for your viewing pleasure. I hope you all enjoy this and don't forget to R&R! Thanks!

P.S. I own NOTHING from Sons of Anarchy... just my OC's. Thanks!

P.P.S. Yes! This is my favorite show ever! I EFFING LOVE IT! wOoT!

...Chapter 1...

"How the hell am I supposed to get out of this mess?" I muttered to myself, as I was looking out the window of the Greyhound bus, watching the scenery pass me by. My name is Samantha Logan or whoever knows me, calls me Sammy or sometimes Sam. I grabbed most of the money I could, and I'm headed west to California from Dallas, Texas. I left everyone I loved behind, because my ex boyfriend Derek is after me, so I'm on the run, and I don't want to go back to jail or die yet.

I was born in June of 1982 to Holly and Rick Logan. My brother Matthew was five years older than me and according to Mom, he wasn't happy he got a baby sister, because he wanted a baby brother. I guess I had an okay childhood, except for Matt and I fighting all the time, we just never got along, we were like oil and water, it was that bad.

When I got into my junior year of high school, that's when all the trouble started. I got mixed up with the wrong crowd, then I was ditching all the time, doing drugs, drinking, and landed into juvie. After I got out two months later, I was sober for three weeks, but I slipped back into my old routine.

There was one night, I'd never forget. My friends and I was crusing around Hollywood, looking for some X, when we stopped at a gas station to get some gas and snacks. I was walking out of the bathroom, when I bumped into this guy, and he caught me from falling on my face. We talked for a minute, then he knew the people I was hanging out with, and telling me I shouldn't go with them. I wasn't going to listen, but my heart and gut told me otherwise, so I ended up hanging out with him instead.

Later that night, I saw on the news that my friends were in a major car accident, loosing control of the wheel, being under the influence of narcotics, causing a five car pile up. All my friends either died or was in the hospital brain dead on life support, and I could have ended up like them, but thank God, Carlos talked me out of going and basically saved my life.

After that night, he bacame my best friend and kept me out of trouble. I was doing really good, staying sober, I even graduated high school, but my parents decided to move us to Texas. Carlos and I kept in touch, but after he moved from LA to a town in northern California, we kind of lost touch, and I slipped back into my old ways.

A four or five years ago, I met this girl in rehab, her name was Sarah, and we became roommates. Because of her pushing me, again, I became sober, and after we both got out, we were best friends. Though we kind of drifted apart after I met Derek, and again, I was going down hill with the drugs and going to jail.

Last I heard, Carlos was living in Charming, working at some auto shop. Hopefully he can help and keep Derek away from me, because I can't think of anyone that would help, and I know my parents won't help me. As soon as I saw the 'Welcome to Charming' sign, I felt a little relieved, and ten minutes later, I got off the bus, then started walking through town.

I found 'Teller - Morrow Automotive' and saw all the people going in and out, plus there was some cops poking around, so I couldn't go in there. I decided to find his house from an old letter he sent to me. I found it fifteen minutes later and nobody was home, so with the wonderful skills I learned from Derek, I broke in and waited for him to get there.

I've been here alone, for two days and just when I thought it was hopeless, I heard someone opening the door. I ran in the bathroom, just in case it wasn't him. I peeked around the corner and saw a guy wearing a leather vest, looking down at some mail, so here's my chance. I slowly walked out of the bathroom, into the livingroom, ten feet away from him, and took a deep breath.

"Carlos?" I said, softly

He got startled, dropping his mail. "Who are you and what the hell are you doing in my house?"

"I'm sorry, I kinda broke in so I could talk to you."

"Who are you?" he asked again.

I removed my sunglasses. "You don't remember me?" he just looked at me with a blank stare. "It's me, Sammy Logan." his jaw dropped to the ground, then he scooped me up for a hug. "Oh, good... you do remember."

"Of course, I do." he backed up. "What are you doing here?" he paused. "Wait... what happened to your face?"

I'm pretty sure he's referring to the bruise on my cheek. "My, uh, ex did that."

"Who is he?"

"Wait, there's a reason for this." I said, pointing to my face. "And I will tell you, but I need your help... I'm in deep trouble." I started to cry. "And I didn't know where else to go."

He pulled me into his arms. "It's okay, Sammy... whatever it is, I'll do whatever I can to help you with it." I nodded into his chest. "I'm here for you." I smiled, because that's exactly what he told me the night of the accident, that saved my life.

A/N: Okie dokie! That's story number 2 for today, I'm on a roll! wOoT! Well, it's a little short, but that's okay. I hope you enjoy this, peeps... and as always R&R! Because... It's my birthday! wOoT!