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…Chapter 2…
…This Is Harder Than I Thought…

As I was about to fall asleep, three and a half episodes in, my cell phone rang. I sprang right up, thinking that this was the call that I was waiting for. I read "Unknown Number" on the screen and at first, I wasn't going to answer it, but I had a feeling in my gut, that I should do it anyways.

"Uh, hello?"

"Yes, is this Ava Teller?"

"This is… she."

"Hello, I'm Dr. Morgan at the San Francisco Hospital and your father John Teller has been brought in and this was the contact number he had in his wallet."

"Uh, okay… what happened to him?"

"Mr. Teller got into a motorcycle accident, he has a few broken ribs, a broken leg, cuts, scrapes, and bruises… but the ER doctors did some additional tests and when they went in to repair his lung that got punctured with one of his ribs that broke, he slipped into a coma, and he may need a blood transplant."

"Is… is he going to die?"

"Right now, it's touch and go. Once we run out of blood for him and he doesn't get anymore, then yes, he could die without it, and then we'll have to pull the plug."

I could feel the tears stinging my eyes. "Can I give him some blood?"

"What's your blood type?"

"I'm 'O' positive."

"I'm afraid you're unable to be a donor, your father is 'A' negative. Do you know if he has any other family that could help him out?"

"Actually, as a matter of fact, he does."

"Okay, I'd give them a call, because you don't have much time."

"Can you give me some kind of time frame? Realistically, how much time do I have?"

"I'd say, give or take… two weeks tops."

"Alright, Dr. Morgan, thank you." I paused. "I'll get right on it." then I hung up my phone and heavily sighed. Shit. What do I do? Wait for the phone call from Dom or do I go save my dad, who was mostly absent during my adolescence? Decisions, decisions. Okay, I'll go with option number three and head on over to Los Angeles.

...

A day later, I walked into Mom's old house, which was surprisingly, still standing, but vacant. I went up to the attic, where Dad kept all his personal things locked into a huge chest. After busting the lock with a hammer, which was easy I might add, I opened it up to take a look.

Inside, was a bunch of old pictures, old letters, and there was a leather vest with a Reaper, Sons of Anarchy, First 9, Redwood Original, andCalifornia patches on it. It looked pretty cool, so I tried it on, and kept looking through the chest.

Underneath a bunch of old motorcycle magazines, was a book of some kind. "The Life and Death of Sam Crow: How the Sons of Anarchy Lost Their Way, by John Thomas Teller." I read out loud and turned the page. "For my sons. Thomas, who is already at peace. And Jackson, may he never know this life of chaos." I shook my head. "Chaos, huh? Well… it looks like I have two brothers I didn't know about and all of this was part of his other life and family? Way to go, Dad." I rolled my eyes and sat down to read a little more.

...

A few sentences caught my eye, the first one: "Inside the club, there had to be truth. Our word was our honor. But outside, it was all about deception. Lies were our defense, our default." and the second: "To survive you had to master the art of perjury, the lie and the truth had to feel the same. But once you learn that skill, nobody knows the truth, in or outside the club. Especially you." those were very interesting, seeing as he's lied to me, my whole life, about me having other sibilings out there. Just awesome, Dad.

I read about five more pages, then decided that I was going to read it later. I grabbed everything out of the chest and took it out to my beloved navy blue and chrome Mazda RX-8, that Dom and Rome got me for my nineteenth birthday, and I freaking love my car.

I went back in and went into my old room. Yep, some things are still the same. I grabbed some pictures I had left behind of Mom and Dad, since I really didn't have any, along with some pictures of Dom and the crew, and a few of Letty. Damn, I miss them, but I miss Letty most of all. I hate that bastard that killed her and he got what he deserved, but her not being here, it's just not fair.

As I got into my car, after taking what I wanted, I sat there looking a a few of the pictures. I'm pretty sure they, especially Dom and Rome, maybe Uncle Brian, will be pissed at me for what I'm about to do, but at this point, I kinda don't care. I feel as if I have a duty or obligation to do what I have to and save my dad. It gives me something to do, instead of waiting around in Rocky Point, and I want to know about this other family he had hidden.

I looked at one of the addresses on one of Dad's papers, Teller - Morrow Automotive Shop, in Charming and I programmed it in my Tom-Tom, and headed north to see what this family is all about and hopefully they can help as well. If not, then I'll have to use my powers of persuasion, which is highly effective, especially to Dom, Rome, and sometimes Han, because I got them wrapped around my little finger.

...

Almost six hours later, with a couple stops to fill up my gas tank and some eats at In & Out Burger, I passed the 'Welcome to Charming' sign, and glanced at the size of the population. Wow, not that many people in this small town, which might be a good thing, because it's way different from LA. Los Angeles is just so damn crowded.

"You have reached your destination."

"Thank you, Tom." I patted my Tom-Tom, that was stuck onto my windshield. I pulled to the side of the road and shut off the engine. I looked over and read the name of the garage 'Teller - Morrow Automotive Shop.' Yep, this is where Dad worked, during his double or triple life.

So, how do I tell whoever, what's going on with him? I mean, how do I break the news to these strangers? I had to think about it, for a while, then the light bulb clicked on in my head. Yes, I got this, but first thing I have to do, is rent me a motel room, leave everything there, and slash my tires, so when I pull into the garage, they can help me.

...

Okay, I came back from the motel room, and I've been sitting back where I parked it before, for the past twenty minutes, because I decided against slashing my tires, and if I had, oh boy! Dom and maybe Rome would kill me for doing anything wrong to my rims and expensive tires, so that idea was thrown out the window. Now, onto plan B, if only I knew what plan B was.

Do I waltz in there and ask this Jax guy to help? Do I make something up and wing it? Ugh! This is harder than I thought it would be. I also need to think of an exit strategy, in case this visit goes south. I went back to thinking of what to do again, then ten minutes later, the light bulb clicked on again. Yes! I got it. I figured out an excuse to go in there, so I started my car, and drove in.

As I pulled up, I saw some guys in work shirts, either working on cars or motorcycles. "1… 2… 3." I muttered, before getting out. "Here we go."

When I shut the car door, a tall, bald guy with tattoos on his arms, walked up to me, wearing the same leather vest as Dads, but with Sons of Anarchy, Unholy Ones, Redwood, and Original patches on the front. "You need help with something?"

"Uh, yeah." I slowly nodded, but all I could do was stare at this man before me, he was hot, and not only that, his raspy voice was sexy as hell. "I need my oil changed."

"Have you been here before?"

"Nope." I slightly shook my head, then my eyes traveled down to his 'package' for a second, before I looked back up at him. "It's my first time."

I heard a low chuckle, then he nodded. "A'ight… what's your name?"

"It's Ava T… oretto." Shit! Why the hell did I say Toretto?

"Okay, Ava, just hand me your keys, and I'll have someone in the garage work on it."

I held them up. "Wait, you're not gonna change my oil?"

"They can change the oil, but I'll take a look at the rest of it later." he smirked, looking me up and down.

I stared at him for a few more seconds, a little flattered, then handed him the keys, and he started walking away. "Hey! I didn't get your name!"

He turned around and winked. "They call me Happy." I stood there, watching him walk into the garage. His name is Happy, huh? That's interesting. I wonder what he did to get that name, but looking at him, he doesn't look like the 'happy' type. I think me coming here was a great idea, but I'm sure if Dom and Rome found out, oh shit! Fireworks.