As I lay bruised and battered on the floor, I tried to pick myself up off the blood covered floor. I couldn't tell if the blood was from my mouth or my nose, or if it was even my blood. It was dried to the floor and I can't remember how long I had been lying where I had been lying. My Stomach Hurt, I couldn't tell if it was because I was hungry or because of the abuse I have endured.
I used the dresser to brace myself, I looked down at the mattress in the corner and turned my head in disgust as it held to many bad memories, I grabbed the stained sheet off of the floor and wrapped it around my naked bruised body. I looked out of the window and could see into the town of Charming. I wish I had listened to my momma all those years, telling me to stay away.
I was caught off guard when someone swung the door open, I gasped and wrapped the blanket around me tighter, It was a tall mexican with tattoos on his face, he threw a half a sandwich on the bed, yelled something I couldn't understand and slammed the door shut. I could hear him lock it on the other side, I walked over to the bed and sat down and ate the sandwich.
I looked down at my feet on the cold wood floor, they were dirty and my nail polish was horribly chipped. All I wanted was a shower...and to see my family again.
I heard a familiar sound of motorcycles, I didn't think anything of it at first, the men who come to this dreaded house are often bikers, friends of the men who keep me captive.
The Motorcycles stopped and I braced myself for a day of disgust, I knew that my day was going to consist of what it does every day, sleeping with men and being thrown away like garbage.
I expected the to hear our visitors speaking in spanish like they usually do, but my ear caught a familiar voice.

"where the fuck is she?!" I heard them yell,
I heard a man yell back at him in a language I couldn't understand, and then a gun cock.
I said
"where the fuck is she, do you Comprende that asshole?"
I didn't hear anything, expect footsteps running around the house, I then heard a gunshot.
I huddled in the corner of the room as tight as I could, and covered my face with the blanket. Could this be a dream? I never expected to be saved.
I heard someone kick the door open and I wanted to look up but I was scared.

"Jacqueline?" When I heard a familiar voice call out my name all I did was cry, I looked up and saw my brothers warm scruffy face, I ran to him.
"Jax, Jax" I cried out as he caught me as I fell to the floor.
He hugged me close and I felt so safe for the first time in awhile.
I saw another familiar face
"Jax, Álvarez is dead, we need to get going now!" I saw Opie's Face, Seeing familiar faces warmed my heart.
My Brother and Opie picked me up off the floor and lead me out of the house, The house that I wanted nothing to do with, the house my mother warned me about and the house that is just a horrible memory now.
As we exited the house, I saw more familiar faces, My father and mother ran up to me and kissed me. I was still wrapped in the filthy blanket, My mother covered me in a clean blanket, and I was just happy to be in the arms of my family. The house was surrounded with Charming Police and the Media, I ignored most of them as I still couldn't believe what was going on.
My mother lead me into her BMW and off we went, with a Police and Motorcycle escort, back to my old life.
I will forever shun that house in Charming town.