As promised, here's a little in-sight into Angel's past!

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"Braxton?" Angel called out, weaving her way in and out of the bodies floating around her mother's warehouse. Her début as Cara Cara's new "it" girl was rolling on all the big screens as the wrap party descended to its peak, "Braxton!?" she called out again in search of her not so sweet high school sweetheart.

Spotting her new friend she made her way over, stumbling slightly from consuming a little too much alcohol, "Lyla, have you seen Braxton?" The petite blonde threw her arms around Angel's neck, breathe reeking from to many vodka redbulls, "I don't know, but pretty boy Teller has been giving you the sex eyes aaaall night!"

Angel might've been drunk but she still had her senses, she knew where her and Jax stood and it wasn't anywhere near a naked rendezvous. She sighed at the thought of Jax in bed, for the past two years she had yearned for him, wanting nothing more than to rip his clothes off and run her hands over those toned muscles.

She shook the thought out of her head, Jax was one of her best friends, a brother almost. He was a few years older than her and had always tucked her under his wing. If Lyla thought for one second Jax had given her the "eye" then she was wrong, especially since he had recently married some crow eater he had just met.

Glancing around she spotted him with his tramp resting lazily across his lap. Angel still couldn't believe that Jax was a married man. After Tara had taken off he had gone on a bender of booze, drugs, and pussy…finally landing in the skinny track covered arms of Wendy.

Removing Lyla's arms from around her neck she replied, "you know that's not true Lyla, we're just friends. Now, help me find my boyfriend." Lyla giggled, the alcohol had obviously rendered her in-capable of comprehending what Angel was asking of her, "Braxton Shmaxton. Have you seen all these gorgeous bikers around!? Yee-ow!"

Angel couldn't help but laugh as she steered her bestie in the direction of the bar, like she needed more to drink, and continued her search for Braxton. She looked back at Jax one more time, shivering a little as she realized his eyes were firmly locked on her. She smiled a little as the corner of his mouth quirked up into his infamous smirk and he tossed a head nod her direction.

She waved a little before heading towards the bathrooms, "Braxton?" she called out once more. She heard something moving in the utility closet next to the ladies room, 'probably some biker and his whore,' she thought to her-self as she entered the bathroom.

Where was Braxton? He had been so excited for Angel tonight, after-all it was him who had pushed her into filming the porn...literally. She shivered a little at the thought, he couldn't mean to hurt her right? Every time he hit her he swore it was the last time and she believed him.

As she headed out of the bathroom she heard more thumping from the closet followed by a muffled moan, she froze. She knew that moan. Even as she turned the door knob she prayed she was wrong, please don't let it be him.

"What the FUCK!?" she screamed out as her eyes adjusted to the light streaming into the otherwise dark closet. There he was, caught with his pants around his ankles and Ima hanging from his dick. "You fucking asshole!" she screamed as she slammed the door and made her way towards the exit.

"Angel wait!" she turned and saw him stumbling out of the closet, struggling to button his pants, "Angel!" She rolled her eyes and turned back around, "fuck off." She felt his grip on her wrist pulling her to a stop, "I expect you to listen to me." She was caught off guard. It had been her who had caught him cheating, so why was he so angry with her?

She only struggled for a second as he dragged her back to the closet she had just caught him and that skank in, she had learned it was much better to just listen to him than to go against him. She cried internally, what had she become? Her mama and daddy had raised her better than this, they'd have Braxton skinned alive if they ever found out he struck her…and that she let him with hopes that one day he really would change.

The alcohol and drugs weren't enough to numb the blow he landed on her rib cage, doubling over in pain she cried out, only to have him clamp his hand firmly over her mouth. She could smell the weed and beer on his breath as he whispered in her ear, "you know I love you baby, right?" she nodded robotically.

"That bitch tricked me, Angel, promise. You believe me right baby?" she swallowed hard, causing him to grip her arm and lift her back to her feet forcefully, "I asked if you believe me!?" She fought the tears that came to her eyes and nodded again, he smiled and kissed her temple drunkenly.

"I don't like hitting you baby, but you know how mad I get when you don't listen," she stiffened as he wrapped his arms around her and began to cry softly, "I'm sorry Angel, I promise it's never gonna happen again ok? I love you baby. Just listen to me and this won't happen anymore." She fought the urge to pull away when he kissed her, he tasted like ashes.

She barely felt him making love to her, she was numb. All she could think of was going to the roof of Teller-Morrow and losing her-self in conversation with her brother from another mother. After Braxton finished with her and left her to her own demise on the closet floor, she had made the decision to finally tell Jax about her relationship of terrors.

He was the only person she knew who she could talk to. She had Lyla, but she had only just met her, her mom had just hired her a few weeks before. Besides, her and Jax had shared many a night on the roof-tops talking about every aspect of their lives.

She made her way to the exit, wincing with every step. He had never hit her so hard before, she could have a fractured rib. The tears threatened to spill over at any time.

"Angel!" she heard Opie yell out as he grabbed her from behind in a bear hug. She was just as close with him as she was with Jax, only difference was that Opie didn't bring the waves of butterflies that Jax did. It wasn't that Angel didn't find him attractive, she did, but Jax…it had always been Jax.

And right now it was her rib cage, she couldn't help the hiss of pain that escaped her mouth. "Fuck Angel, I'm sorry! I didn't think I squeezed you that hard!" Opie looked frantic as Angel assured him that he didn't, that she was just a little sore was all.

She played it off as she joked with him a little, not noticing Jax assessing the situation from the other side of the room. Wendy was slumped next to him, obviously high, so when he slipped out from under her she didn't even notice.

Angel finally made her way outside, the cool air felt nice against her hot skin. "Hey," his voice was smooth like velvet despite the obvious touch of jack daniels. She turned to face him, forcing a smile on her face as he approached, "hey Jax."

He paused to light a cigarette, offering her one he continued, "what was that in there?" Angel searched his face as she lit the bummed smoke, only concern plagued it. She slumped her shoulders, "I wanna go to the roof Jax."

He nodded his head knowingly before heading towards his bike, turning back only to ask her if she was coming. This is why she trusted him, why she loved him so dearly. There were no questions, he understood her so completely. He had even left Wendy passed out on a couch somewhere so he could comfort her.

It hadn't been a long ride from the warehouse to the club house, and now laying on the roof of the garage sharing a joint with Jax she felt like she could breathe again. She stared at the stars as the smoke from her mouth danced its way into space. He spoke first, "I know when something aint right darlin."

She knew she had to talk, Braxton would seriously hurt her some day if she didn't. "Jax, I need you to promise me that you'll stay right here with me after I say what I have to say. Don't go running over to my moms warehouse and starting drama, understood?" She slowly rolled onto her side to face him, only to find he was already looking at her, worry creasing his brow.

"Jax, promise." She wasn't joking, the last thing she wanted was for him to disturb her mother's party. He finally spoke, "okay, now tell me what's going on." She rolled onto her back again, inhaling another hit from the joint they were sharing. Exhaling slowly she let it come out, "I caught Braxton fucking a Cara Cara girl tonight, and…he…" she froze up. If she said it she couldn't take it back.

She felt Jax next to her, his hand found hers, "just tell me." She took another breath, "he hit me Jax, he's been hitting me. Tonight I think he might have fractured my rib." She held her breathe as she heard his sharp intake next to her, before she knew it he was on his feet and headed for the ladder.

She sat up fast, "Jax you promised! Ahhh!" she screamed out as the pain shot it's way through her side. He was helping her to her feet then, "you've gotta be shitting me Angel! That piece of shit has been layin hands on you and you really expect me to not go fuck his world up!?" She flinched, he was so angry, "not tonight Jax, let my mom have her party. Besides, this isn't your problem…I just needed to tell somebody."

She felt his hand on her chin, raising her head so she was looking at him he spoke again, "you have no idea how much this really is my problem darlin." She couldn't tear her eyes away from his, were they sharing a moment?

If she just stretched up on her tip-toes she could kiss him, just as she was about to do just that he spoke again, "you're one of my best friends Angel, like a sister really…I'm gonna take care of this situation, he's never gonna hurt you again." Her step faltered, how stupid of her to think they were close to kissing.

She covered up her disappointment with a smile, after all, he cared about her and that was all she wanted. "I never wanted this to happen Jax, Braxton was never like this before. I love him but he's poison." She watched as Jax sighed and made his way to the air duct, propping against it he motioned for her to join him.

She joined him as he lit another cigarette before draping his arm around her shoulders, pulling her tight. They didn't speak again. She relished in the feeling of safety he emitted, she felt like he meant what he said, he would protect her.

Jax might not have wanted her intimately but that didn't matter, he loved her somehow and that was good enough for her. She remembered a night similar to this one months ago, after Tara had left. They had been propped against the same duct as she held him through the night, soothing and comforting him after she had taken off ripping his heart out in the process.

The sky started to gray indicating the rising of the sun, she felt Jax kiss the top of her head before telling her she was crashing at the club house tonight. She didn't argue.

As she walked towards the doors she glanced back at him heading for his bike, "Jax?" He kept up the pace of his saunter as he replied, "something I gotta take care of darlin. Go to bed." Angel knew what was going on, she knew where he was headed and she didn't care.

Braxton had this coming, she just hoped Jax wouldn't hurt him to bad. She stretched and the pain returned to her side…forget that, she hoped he would be dead by noon.

Jax's POV

'That fucker is gonna pay,' Jax thought to him-self as he ripped through the town of Charming at the break of dawn. The thought of anybody hurting Angel tore at him from the inside out, he loved the girl.

Of course he could never tell her, not only was she the daughter of his VP, but she was to good for any life that he could ever offer her. Not to mention he was married now. He fiddled with the cheap ring on his left hand, he had left his wife high as a kite at a party with drunk bikers.

'Fuck it,' his mind said, there were more important things on his mind than some train wreck he had married on a drunken whim. He had meant what he said, Braxton would never lay another hand on Angel again, him and his ka-bar would make sure of it…