First SOA so please give it a chance. This chapter is just sorta like a prologue but isn't. Please read and review. I love reviews and I get the next chapters up faster. James won't be introduced formally until the next chapter. Thanks. Hope you enjoy it!

Beginning

I really hated James. I hated him from the very top of his hair to the very bottom of his toes. Maybe that's why we never got along, especially when it came down to being in the same room. I hated him and I knew he hated me, it was the whole issue we had since we were very little. Only as we grew older, did the hate grow to. He was cute, I had to admit, but he was so...cocky. He acted so high and mighty and I needed to put him down. His ego was huge and sadly, he was a good few months older than me and he never let me forget it.

We shared only few things, such as having ties to the SOA charter in California, being in the same school and grade, and our fathers being 'Enforcers'. We were no fool to the real things going on behind the club. We grew around the club, the family doing its best to shield us from the very club. What people didn't understand was that the club wasn't just filled with Bikers and their Old Lady's, the club was a real family. We took care of our own, even to the extent of killing. I remember once, I wouldn't forget the first day I saw someone killed. No one really forgets their first time.

It started like a normal day, I went to school, dealt with stuck up teachers and James. I had been on my way home, my friends and I separated at the corner and I refused to have anyone go out of their way to walk me home, especially if they had to walk the oppsite way. I was thinking of the things I could do as soon as I got home, my teachers didn't give me a lot of homework I couldn't do in division.

The walk home was just a few minutes long, I always went to the Auto-shop after school to wait on my dad. As I neared it, a white van stopped in front of me. I screamed, dropping my bag. I tried to run but the door was slid open and I felt hands grab at me. "No!" I could only shout before a cloth was placed over my mouth. I inhaled, suddenly, the chemicals sending me into unconsciousness. I could barely make out a face but what I saw scared me.

Him.

When I woke, surely hours later, I found myself tied to a chair with my hands held down with rope. A cloth was tied around my mouth and I tried to focus on everything around me. He laughed. I stilled, looking straight at him. He looked like how I remembered, the same messy brown hair and dark brown eyes that glittered with triumph. My mother left him for Happy because he was obsessed. He wanted to be with my mom, never wanted her to be away too long and he tried to keep her hidden so only he could see her. My mother, knowing better, high-tailed it out of there. Then she met Happy and they clicked instantly.

A few months before hand, Tig had met a woman who he liked and soon fucked and 9 months later, James was born. It was almost the same with my parents, only my mother knew Happy before.

9 months later, three months after James, I was born. I weighed 7 pounds 2 ounces with a head full of hair and bright blue eyes, a trait I got from both my parents. My mother had the long brown hair Dad said I got from my mother. I think I resembled her more and maybe why He wanted me now. I was the only child of Alana. After her sudden death, he needed a replacement. I was the prized possession he needed to have. And he finally did.

I held back the tears, I was afraid. My mother told me before of who He was, told me, as soon as I was old enough to understand, that he was trouble and that I had to be careful. I never took it into consideration until that day.

"Hello beautiful." He purred and I screamed "Fucking Pervert!" but because of the cloth I was muffled. He stood from the chair and came to me, his rough palm caressing my cheek. "So soft." He then leaned down, his mouth near my ear and he whispered, "It's going to feel so good." I couldn't help the tears anymore. I let them slip, no one would be able to save me. I would be hurt and used without anyone near to help.

He removed the cloth and pressed his lips to mine. I shut my lips, my face screwing up in disgust. He became angry and he raised his hand to me and slapped me. The loud skin-to-skin contact made me cry out. "I can be gentle or I can be rough. You pick." He threatened.

From the force of the hit, I bit the inside of my cheek. I gathered the blood and spat it out, spraying his face in a diagonal going to the left. "Go to hell!" He smirked, the evil smirk of a monster. "I like 'em feisty." He then balled his hand into a fist, punching me in the face again. My head snapped to the left, my jaw searing in pain that intensified with each blow he landed on me. As time went by, I felt myself slowly slip towards the blackness clouding my vision. 'Let me go' I thought, wishing to be anywhere but there. 'God help me!' I was never one to scream in vain for help.

"Andrew!" He stopped his punches, glancing at the locked door, waiting for someone to come barging in. "Andrew you son of a bitch!" He went to the table and grabbed a 9mm. "I've got your little girl! She's so pretty!" He was trying to provoke him, trying to get him to come inside so he could kill him. Suddenly the door was burst open and in came a few dark figures. Shots were fired but it all seemed too distant for me.

In the end, Andrew's body came crashing in front of me, his dark brown orbs flashing with fear and pain and then...nothing. Hot hands grabbed at my shoulders, shaking me roughly trying to get me to react. But everything in my body told me no, said not to move. "Angel..." Someone yelled, the voice seemingly too distant to be near. "Angel!" I opened my eyes, blue meeting blue. "Is he dead?" I asked with no emotion. I was happy he was dead.

But I was out cold before he could answer.

The memory still played fresh in my mind like it was yesterday. I had been in the hospital for a week, recovering slowly. My friends visited everyday, bringing me homework and the day's notes. I caught up nicely but not once did I see James, but I wasn't surprised. He was like his father, cold hearted.

Til this day I don't like Tig. He raised James to be like him and was the reason why I hated James too. He reminded me much of Tig, the curly black hair but dark blue eyes.

Today was like any summer day. I got up real early, leaving from Happy's bed. I hated being alone in my room, something about the constant nightmares that plagued my dreams. He said it was just a one time thing but when I repeatedly had them, he relented and allowed me to sleep in the bed. He would wrap his arms around me, tucking me into his chest, protecting me from the outside. I enjoyed the nights he stayed with me, I was able to be a real daddy's girl. But being a daddy's girl had its downs, I was Happy's daughter so I was overly protected by everyone.

Happy was still in bed, he did an all nighter so he was long gone into sleep. I quietly went to my room, just across from his, and changed into a pair of shorts and navy blue tank top. I pulled on my shoes and I-Pod. I needed a quick jog. Someone cleared their throat loudly and I whirled around.

Happy stood their, in his shorts and no shirt. He had plenty of tattoos on his back and few on the front. I looked at him, confused. "Mornin." I said. He kept his eyes on me, as if asking what I was doing. "Get back to bed its 6 in the fucking morning." His voice was raspy, no matter the time of day. That was just the way it was. "I'm not tired." I answered bluntly. Even I knew it was a lie, I was exhausted but I refused to sleep. Refused to be scared of my very own mind. Happy gave me that look, the one most parents give when they know their child is lying. "Come on kid." Happy grabbed my arm, hauling me to the bedroom. I sighed and walked with him. I flopped myself onto the bed first, face down. I dug my head into the pillow, his scent always made me feel safe and when I was safe, I slept. The bed shifted beside me and Happy pulled me into his chest. I huddled into a ball as his arms wrapped around me. This was the Dad I knew, not the hard man from the Club, but my father.

I fell into blissful sleep. I wanted to bask in it for however long I could until the dream turned into a nightmare.

When I woke up, the room was dark. I shifted suddenly very cold. I moved to find my source of heat but when I found none, I opened my eyes. The dark was engulfing, frightening me so I got up. "Hap?" He would get mad at me for calling him that, but I was frightened. I pushed open the door and gasped at what I saw next. Blood. So much blood. I tried to tip-toe around it but eventually I had to step into it, the hallway was flooded with it. "Help me!" I heard a woman yell from inside the room where most of the blood was coming from. I cautiously went to the door, my hand hovered over the knob. I always froze up not knowing what lie between.

"No!" Then a sound as if a bone was being torn from the spine, the crunching and tearing that haunted me. Suddenly my feet were submerged in water. I gasped first and then opened my mouth. I screamed yet no sound would come out, like I had gone mute. I tried to fight against the blood but the thickness was consuming and hard to fight. From a distance I could see a burial going on. I did my best to swim across, only managing to land on the edge of the grass when I saw the body.

Me.

I was dead and at my own burial. I saw my dad looking at the corpse, my corpse, with a defeated look in his blue orbs. "I knew I'd see you again." I whirled to see Andrew, his laughter haunting me again.

Soon I found myself being surrounded by everyone I knew, standing in the middle while they grew up into abnormally tall selves that stared down at me. "It's your fault!" The version of Jax screamed. "She's dead because of you!" Happy screamed. I covered my ears, "Stop saying that!" I shouted, falling to the ground with my hands still over my ears. "I'm sorry!" Yet I didn't know of what. What had I done?

Then pain. I looked at my chest, blood.

"What?"

Then the door.

A woman could be heard on the opposite side, "Please Andrew leave her alone!" The voice was familiar. In my hand was a 9mm while my other was holding the knob. I could save her, and whoever she was talking about. I was covered head to toe in blood. "Mama I'm scared!" A little girl cried and I opened the door just as the shot was fired. "No!"

"No!" I jerked awake, my mouth open as a scream ripped from me. I sat up alarmed, looking down at myself. No blood, just the wrinkled clothing I was going to jog in. "Angel." I stopped, a sob coming out instead. I fell into Happy's embrace, his strong tense arms holding onto me. My tears stained his white t-shirt. My hands twisted into his shirt afraid if I let go then I would have to face what happened. "Angel look at me." He demanded and I did my best to comply. I looked up, my blue teary eyes blurring my vision. "What happened?" I shook my head. I didn't want to tell him, he didn't need to know the horrors that plagued my mind. "This keeps up your gonna tell me. Understand?" I refused to answer him and instead pushed away.

I quickly stood and walked out of the room downstairs. I wiped my eyes along the way, not wanting to seem like a baby anymore. Who did he think he was? My father. My mind answered for me. "Angel." He called out, following behind. "Angel stop!" He ordered, raising his voice to me. I stopped and glared back at him. "I wanna know what's going on." I shifted my eyes over a glass on the table in the hall. I felt like doing something, anything to get my mind off what I was feeling. My emotions hurt, because I was the only one getting the full effect of my absent mother.

"Just leave me alone! Can't you see I don't want your goddamn help!" I shouted and rushed down the stairs. I went for the door, oblivious to the others around me. My mind was focusing on running away, to be somewhere could get all my frustrations out. "Angel!" I felt an arm go around my waist and haul me from my freedom. I elbowed the person in the gut only to have them hold me tighter. "Let me go!" I was being childish, only because I never got to.

"Angel stop!" I went limp, my nerves shutting down on me. I deeply sighed, the breath coming out shakily. "I want mom." I cried out. I was passed along until I was in Happy's arms again. I knew the tense muscles anytime. "I just want mom." He let me cry again in his chest. My nightmares came with mood swings Happy was already used to. Hell they all were. Eventually I would calm down, but it wouldn't go away. Not yet.