So I had to write this fic. I do not know if I like it or not but I couldn't not write it. It has not even been proof read. It just kinda poored out of me. I hope you like it. I OWN nothing. Thanks!

Stephanie

BROKEN

"Do you ever regret it? Coming back here?" Jax asks her softly.

She wants to scream; she wants to throw things at him. Of course she regrets it. This town took away her job and not it was taking away her freedom by locking her up in jail for helping SAMCRO. She hated the club now, and right now she hated the fucking crow on her back. She did want to be their property anymore. She when she was a teenager she loved it. She loved the feeling of being the girl that got to fuck the bad boy biker Jax Teller. Now, being the woman that fucked Jax Teller was nothing but a curse on her life. What if she had stayed in Chicago? Would Kohn have really killed her? With all the pain she has inside her now, maybe she shouldn't have left Chicago after all.

She looks at Thomas and inhales sharply. Thomas and Abel are her children and if she had never come back they wouldn't be in her life. She shuddered at what Abel's life would be if Wendy and Jax were still together; if they had raised what was now hers. If she left town with them and became a fugitive, could she really live the rest of her life like that? Would Jax and the club hunt them down? Of course he would. She was stuck.

And then she looks at Jax. Poor Jackson. He knows nothing of her feelings and he is trying to mourn the loss of something that never existed because of her. She feels like shit because she loves him; she loves him with everything she has. But she had to do it didn't she? Gemma was toxic; but now she is just as toxic. She's not the woman she used to be. She's not the woman who puts the grandmother of her children in jail because of a hit to the desk and a bag of fake blood. What is she thinking? What kind of person is she? How is she ever going to come out of this alive?

She won't come out alive, she knows this. She's smart enough to realize that she is going to jail, there is no stopping that. No one is here to save her. After all the club members that have gotten out of jail or the members she patched up; all the people she had helped… No one was going to help her now.

Jax leaves, more club business. Of course. Tara watches her boys. They are so peaceful, unaware of the death and blood around them. She calls Margaret to pick them up. She's going to take them somewhere safe. The papers were signed, albeit a little illegally but it was binding. As of midnight tonight Tara gave away custody of her boys. They were still sleeping when Tara loaded them into Margarets car. "Don't tell me where you are going?" Tara tells her and Margaret nods.

Tara goes back inside but stops at the garage. She pulls a blood test out of her pocket. The blood test that said she was never pregnant in the first place. The cutlass is still parked there. She grabs the keys, puts the paper on the front window, between the windshield wipers and gets in, turning on the engine and just sitting in the front seat. Her boys would be safe. Poor Jackson. She loves him and he loves her, that she is sure of. She feels bad, for only a minute or two and remembers all the great times they had together as she slowly closes her eyes.

THE END

A/N Super super sad. Sorry but I had to get this out of me.