Chapter 2

He woke up on someone's couch with someone lying on top of him. He looked down to see a mess of brown hair and last night came back to him. He shifted slightly and she snuggled closer to him. He could smell her shampoo, it smelled of magnolias and honeysuckle. He sighed; it felt good lying like this with her. He wanted to stay here forever, safe from the outside world. He heard a phone ring and she pushed herself up. She looked down at him frowning and he said the first thing that came to his mind, "Was it as good for you as it was for me?"

"Shut up." She got off him and headed down the hallway. When she returned she had a phone against her ear. She was listening but not talking. She looked at him. He hadn't move from his position on the couch. She mouth, 'Do you want coffee?' he nodded and watched as she headed for the kitchen. She came back with two mugs, her phone held between her ear and shoulder.

He heard her voice in the kitchen; soft and soothing. As he lay there on the couch he started to drift off again. He couldn't explain this feeling of safety. He heard her feet shuffle across the carpet and waited for her to say or do something.

He heard her put down a cup of coffee and then he felt her sit on the edge of the couch. He feinted being asleep. She bumped his hip with hers as she sat and then she patted his chest gently, "Juan, coffee. Do you want breakfast?"

He grumbled at her and opened one eye lid. She sat looking down at him with the sun shining behind her. He opened both eyelids and cocked his head, she looked like an angel. She smiled down at him, "Do you want something to eat with your coffee?"

He sat up, "yeah sure." She stood and headed to the kitchen. He heard her banging around in there. It got quiet and then music started playing. He laughed as he heard Devi Lovato start singing. He picked up his cup of coffee and went to the kitchen.

He stopped at the door frame and watched her lip sync to Skyscraper as she started breakfast. She sang and danced the whole time she cooked. He couldn't help but watch and smiled when she shook her butt.

She made up two plates of food and placed them on the table. Juice sat at the table and looked at the plate. She had made eggs, sausage, bacon, toast, and grits. She had loaded his plate down with everything and then she handed him a fork.

"I hope you like grits. I don't think you all really eat them here but my dad loves them and I always make them when I cook." He took a bite and smiled at her.

"I have never had it before but it's really good." They ate in silence after that. She was not a peakish eater and it made him smile. For some reason almost everything about her this morning was making him smile. Maybe it was because he had a good night's sleep for once.

He finished before she did. He picked up his plate and started wishing them and the pans she had used to make them breakfast. She tried to protest but he just shook his head at her and told her to finish her breakfast.

He felt her come up behind him and stiffened before letting out a breath. To cover doing it he said, "Thanks for breakfast it's been a long time since I've had a home cooked meal."

She smiled up at him, "No problem. I love cooking but when it's only me there's no point."

He washed her plated and nodded his head at her, "Yeah I get that. I have a whole house to myself just me and my dog."

She pushed her hair back, "You have a dog? What's its name?" He dried his hands on a dish towel.

"Meth." She raised an eyebrow at him. "I know but he answered to it so he got stuck with it. My brothers hate him."

She shook her head at him, "As long as you love him." They stood there in silence for a bit. Sonny drank her coffee.

"Can I ask you something?" He asked her. She looked at him and nodded. "What do you do? I mean your career?"

She looked into her coffee and then back up to his eyes, "I help guide young adults to a better lifestyle."

He laughed, "Are you serious?" She smirked and nodded. "Wow. So basically I was just another case?"

She chuckled, "No you're not a young adult. Wait how old are you, because if you're younger than 18 you can't be here."

He laughed, "No I'm 30. I think I'm too old to be here actually." He rubbed the back of his neck. "I gotta go before they start calling for me."

He headed to the living room. He picked up his jacket and headed for the door. He opened the door and turned to think her. She was right behind him.

"Thanks for listening and breakfast. Alexandria is a pretty name you should use it instead of Sonny."

She nodded, "Your welcome." He started to turned away when he felt her hand run down his arm, "Hey if you need anything, come by or call. Okay?"

He nodded and smiled at her, "Yeah. See you later." He walked down the hallway and before he headed down the steps he turned and saw her still in the doorway watching him. He gave a little wave and jogged down the steps.

~Sons Of Anarchy~

He laid in bed thinking about Sonny and the fact that he had told someone the whole story. It made him feel light like a feather. He could now walk around with a smile on his face. Chibs had asked him if something had happened.

He had shrugged, "I guess I've just got a good night's sleep for once. Weed, beer, and pussy also helps."

Chibs had laughed and nodded. "That will do it." He said in his Scottish brogue before leaving to follow a crow eater. All his brothers had commented on his new attitude.

"You get laid or something?" That was Tig.

"Shit yeah he did look at that smile." Bobby.

"You're working that shit out?" It was Opie. One broken man could recognize another just by looking at their face.

His smile had slipped and he nodded at Opie, "Yeah. I got help you know. I'm working on it slowly."

Opie had nodded, patted him on his back and walked away. Jax had been the same way while Clay didn't ask but hugged him.

Sometimes he slipped and started thinking about the shit he was under. He felt caged here in Charming. It was purgatory on good days and hell on the bad ones.

The last couple of days had been bad ones. If fucking Roosevelt would leave him alone, he wouldn't feel like that. He turned to lie on his stomach; why couldn't he get his brain to shut off. He got up. It was only 3 o'clock in the morning, grabbed a jacket and a t-shirt.

He walked out into the clubhouse where it smelled like must and pussy. Half-naked women were everywhere and his brothers were passed out. He walked past them, they didn't have what he needed right now. Crow eaters didn't want to talk and his brothers would kill him if he shared. He headed out to his bike taking a look around. The garage bays were closed, the bikes lined up and cold from not being used for a couple of hours. Teller-Morrow used to be the place where he felt the most at home now it was just a place of misery.

He put his helmet on. Its nights like this he wished that branch would have held his weight. He had been so close to never having to think again, to never having to betray his brothers, and to never seeing the looks on peoples face. Today he had crossed a mine field and felt no fear. He was so screwed up.

He started his bike and headed to the place that had become his safe heaven. It was ironic that he felt more at home with a stranger now than his own family.