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In the middle there will be a flashback, I hope you all get it and that it's obvious it's a flashback :)

"Your daddy and the club had a deal, but since your daddy's gone and so are your mommy, then you're the only one who can pay the debt, and so you will." He talked like he knew both my mother and father.

This world can turn me down but I won't turn away
And I won't duck and run 'cause I'm not built that way
When everything is gone there's nothing there to fear
This world cannot bring me down, no 'cause I'm already here

My mom and dad… Oh how I missed them, but he was right, they weren't alive anymore. I had buried both of them years ago; six feet under the ground. How did my dad manage to make a deal with the devil and his associates? It didn't sound like something my dad would do. He knew that these people were dangerous, and so did both my mother and I. Well the whole town and the town next to Charming, Lodi, knew that making deals with the Sons, were like making deals with the devil himself, and those deals would put you and your loved ones in great danger. And something my dad would never do, was to put my mom and I in a dangerous spot, but it seemed that I didn't know my dad well enough.

"Darlin' you were very hard to track down, but our Juice managed it…" His voice broke my trance. When he had my attention again, he let go of my cheeks. With an astonished voice I asked "Why? And how did you find me?"
He smiled at my question, a rather pretty and charming smile, but again in my position and where I was, I couldn't let my guard down. And besides when I was in high school, all I heard about him was how unpleasant and arrogant he was, and how he went from one bed to another.
"It turned out that your dad was very protective of you. Well, we knew he had a daughter, but how old you were or how you looked, we didn't know. You showed up on our radar three years ago." He smiled a wry smile, because he knew that it was three years ago my dad died and after his death my mom had other thing to be occupied with. Then he continued. "You do for sure remember when your dad was in prison, Stockton Prison, well Darlin' we had a pleasant talk with him. And it turned out that he couldn't provide for his little family, which included you and your mom…"
I looked at him, like he had grown an extra head or something weirder. I couldn't believe what he was telling me. My dad asking some notorious criminals for help! This couldn't be true.
The next I knew was me shaking my head in disbelief.

And if I only could,
Make a deal with God,
And get him to swap our places,

I was in the waiting room at Stockton Prison; this was one of my weekly visits – I was visiting my dad. I hated it; the prison, its prisoners and the guards. But I would do about anything for my dad, I loved him more than words could say, and I knew it was mutual. I was 13 years when my dad was arrested, I still don't know for what he was arrested for, but he pleaded guilty. I was now 17 years old and was hoping for my dad to be released on parole.

"Miss O'Neal?" A faint voice said. "Miss O'Neal?!"

I lightly shook my head and said "Sorry, I was just daydreaming." Yeah, dreaming of a better place to be in and that place included a free dad. I got up from the chair; I was sitting on, and followed the prison guard. After I had been searched, for illegal goods, I was lead to a huge room, with lots of tables. And in the middle of it all, I saw my dad – He was worn out and looked a lot older than used to.

All I wanted to do was to run into his arms, and give him a hug, but I knew that I couldn't – strict rules created by Stockton Prison, but for me to follow.

"Dad, how are you? You look worn out." I sat in front of him, noticing the same way they had tied his hands and feet – they were bound together under the table, with chains.

My dad looked at me, with this remote gaze and a sad smile "Oh, baby don't you worry, I'm completely fine, and in no time we will be a happy family again." The thought of us being a happy family again made me smile "Yeah I like that." I said, and then asked. "How is prison treating you?"

"Well, the food is crap, the guards are even worse – I try to keep my slate clean. But I'm happy you're not the one in here."

I looked suspicious at my dad, and asked "Why? I will take your spot any day, if only I had the chance."

"Oh baby, this place – these people, they will corrupt your beautiful soul." That was all he said before he asked "How is your mother?"

"Hmm… Well, she was fine when I left her at home, but dad I do believe that this, this with you in prison, tears her apart slowly."

"Miss O'Neal, it's time" A male voice, I barely knew, said. I knew what this meant, it meant that I had to leave, and our half hour was over – if I wanted I could return tomorrow or the day after tomorrow. But I didn't want another visit; all I wanted was for my dad to return home – They were tearing my family apart.

"My dad was more dead than alive in that bloody cell!" I was muttering to myself. I looked at him, well I guess that I actually stared at him, tried to stare him down. I closed my eyes and wished him away, praying that if I wished hard enough, he would eventually disappear. But he didn't, I knew he wouldn't – not even after he got what he wanted.

"What did my dad borrow from you?" I asked with a fragile voice, the memory of my mom and dad's deaths were still very fresh in my memory.

"Money… He didn't only borrow from me, but he borrowed the whole club." He answered with a cold voice; you could somehow hear a small sense of empathy, but only a small one.

I opened my eyes again, and said vague "But I don't have any money… I don't have anything of value." As if it would help, but it wouldn't – he didn't give a shit about what I owned.

"Sweetheart, we both know that it's not quite true…"

"How much?!" My voice turned colder, I needed to know how long I was to live with the devil watching over me, watching every single step I made.

"30,000 dollars…" He said it as if it was nothing. And I was sure it wasn't, it wasn't the money that counted, but the deal. They didn't care a shit about money; they cared about whether you could keep your end of the bargain.

"I… I can't pay that…" I stuttered.

"Oh Sweetheart, don't you think we already know that?" He said it with a devilish smirk plastered on his face.

"But then why have you brought me here?" I couldn't imagine why they brought me to the club, if they were aware that I couldn't pay my father's debt.

"At your store you got some free space, both in the basement and at the attic. We want to use that space…"

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The two songs I used in this chapter is:

"Running Up That Hill", by Placebo

"Duck And Run", By 3 Doors Down.

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