Jem was drinking and dancing all over the place. He finally found a home. He could get away from his past now that he wore the Redwood patch. Jem took another shot of jack and grabbed Jess to dance with. Everyone was partying. It was a good night. Jem felt a tap on his shoulder. He turned around to see Half Sack.

"Su-up Half Sack?" Jem hiccuped. He wrapped his arm around Sack's neck. "Come party with us now that I'm patched in. Have a shot." Half Sack denied the drink with a shake of his head.

"Jem, I gotta tell you something." Jem brushed him off.

"Come on Sack. What ever it is, it's not important now. Just relax," Jem said. Sack grabbed Jem and yanked him outside of the club house and into the middle of the parking lot. Jem was angry and was about to swear at Sack about it when he saw the sleek black '67 Chevy Impala parked across the street. Damn that was a good looking car, Jem thought.

"Is this what you were talking about Sack?" Jem asked, taking a step towards the gate.

"No, not the car. The people who were in the car. There's these men who were stalking the clubhouse and the handcuffed a girl who looked like she was passed out." Sack said, steadying Jem when he stumbled.

"Sack, what are you talking about? There are no people here," Jem slurred. Sack started to walk to the car with Jem stumbling behind him.

"See Jem? I wasn't kidding. This girl is handcuffed to the interior of the car." Sack pointed to the girl who laid unconscious in the back seat. Jem peered in and anger rose in Jem's body.

"Belle." Jem whispered under his breath.

*FLASHBACK*

"Belle? Belle, BELLE WHERE ARE YOU?" Jem yelled out in his family's angel white Victorian mansion. He walked toward the garage where he heard a whimper.

"Jem," a soft little hoarse voice whispered. Jem's heart flipped as he opened the door. He walked to the car and peered in. There laid his twin sister Belle. Jem was utterly disgusted at the sight. Her skin was pale white with black and blue bruises all over her body including her face. She was handcuffed to the car door and was barely covered by a blanket. Underneath she wore nothing. How could someone do this to a thirteen year old girl?

*END FLASHBACK*

"Jem. Jem are you okay?" Sack said shaking his shoulder.

"Belle, it's okay. Everything's okay," Jem cried, ignoring Sack's presence. He took off his shirt that was underneath his vest and wrapped it around his hand. "Belle I'm going to get you outta the car. Don't you worry." Sack looked at Jem in confusion, knowing that Belle was Jem's deceased sister. In one powerful swing, Jem shattered the window of the Impala. Glass flew everywhere. He unwrapped his hand and snaked it into the car to unlock the doors. Jem opened the back door and slipped in next to the unconscious girl. She was lying there fully clothed, but she looked sickly, even worse than Jem remembered Belle. She looked lifeless and limp, but that didn't hide the fact that she was beautiful. The only way he knew she was alive was by the tiny shallow silent breaths she was taking. He took a bobby pin from her hair and pulled out a butterfly knife from the strap on his ankle. He used them to unlock the handcuffs that were placed on her.

Jem picked her up the girl bridal style. He was crying and kept saying soothing words to the conconouis girl he had deemed as Belle, although she was a stranger. Sack had never seen this side of Jem. No one had ever seen him this way. Sack knew whatever had happened to Belle was horrid. Sack went over to try to comfort Jem. He put a hand on Jem's shoulder to indicate empathy and compassion. Jem turned around and stared at Sack vulnerably and said, " How could anyone do this to her? My little Belle." Jem broke down bawling once again.

Sack had no idea what to do. " It's okay brother. It's okay," Sack said trying becalm the emotional Brit. Jem swung at Sack, landing a punch on his left cheek.

" It's not okay. I'll kill whoever did this to her!" Jem shouted with explicit passion that shook the earth around him. Sack just stood there in awe of the man in front of him. Jem had just punched him. Sack started to walk behind Jem, once he started to move toward the clubhouse. Sack touched his cheek and winced in pain. Sack never remembered that Jem could punch so hard. They would spar against each other at the clubhouse, but what Sack didn't know was the Jem always went easy on him.

Sack snapped out of his thoughts and jogged up to Jem. He walked behind him as the entered clubhouse.