Just then the front door opened and I heard Tara come in. "Jax!" she said. "In the living room." Jax said somewhere from inside the room. Gemma and mines fight abruptly stopped as Tara entered the room. "I came as soon as you called. Is anyone else hurt?" I could hear her foot steppes coming closer to me, so I knew she was on a b line cores to check me over. And just like I thought she was kneeling in front of me. "Shase its Tara, how are you doing?" she asked pulling my face into her sight. "I'm fine, and just because I can't see right now doesn't mean I don't know who you are. Just like I know that Chibs is sitting next to me on the right and that Jax is standing by the doorway to the kitchen, and Gemma is to the right of you standing up all pissed off." I said. The room was silent for a bit before I began talking again. "Just because I'm young doesn't mean I'm not observant of what's going on around me or listening to remember who is who and so forth." "Wow she's good." Tig said. Tara checked me over for a few minutes before she sat back with a sigh. "Well what's the verdict?" Clay asked. "Well she's going to be fine. Her vision should come back anywhere from a few hours to a few days. The punch that landed her on the ground caused retinal swelling that has temporally cause blindness. She should take some Ibprophen to take down the inflammation and probably shouldn't sleep right way. When she does go to bed someone should wake her up every few hours in case of a concussion. It's too hard to tell with the swelling that she has, and her nose has a small brake. It shouldn't have even bled but with how often her nose gets broken the blood vessels haven't had time to recover properly." Tara said. There was a collected sigh of relief through the room. "So what are we going to do about Shase's father?" Juice said. I know what they meant. I'd heard some of the rumors that went around the town, and what Juice just said confirmed that it was all true. "JUICE! WHAT THE HELL YOU IDEOT!" Tig yelled and I heard an audible slap being delivered to Juices head. "Don't bother doing anything. He's not worth it." I said.
Everyone was shocked to hear that from me, and Happy was pissed. "Are you fucking kidding me kid? You expect us to just stand by and do nothing. How long has he even been doing this to you? For that matter how bad has it even gotten?" He seethed trying to control his anger. The room was silent then. I really didn't want them to know how bad it had gotten as of late, but I could tell I wasn't going to get out of this. Clay spoke up, pressing me to tell them everything. "Well Shase?" "What do you want to know?" I said darkly, hoping that it would be simple, but it wasn't. Happy shifted from where he was to stand slightly off to the side of me. "We want to know everything that's been happening sense the beginning." I leaned back into the couch. "The beginning; that's a lot. You know I probably wouldn't have made it through infancy if my neighbor didn't take care of me. My parents were declared to have Munchausen by proxy. So until they got help and were able to take care of me, she taught me everything I needed to know to take care of myself. I probably would have still been living with her if she hadn't of died when I was 7. But even living with her wasn't easy. I had to do all the chores around the house from the time I was three. When she died my parents took me back clamming to be better, and for a few weeks everything was fine. I still did the chores and coked for myself; took care of myself, but my parents noticed me, talked to me. But as soon as the counselors stopped coming by it was like I was invisible. They didn't talk to me anymore or let me sit with them at diner; bout two weeks after that is when they started calling me names. At that time I was in school and having trouble making friends. I wasn't allowed to go to their houses to hang out and they weren't aloud over at mine. It was fine then; they weren't making fun of me or anything. But as time went on and this continued they didn't want to be around me anymore, saying that I thought I was better than them and things like that. By the time I was 12 I was dressing more Goth as people call it and I became the complete outcast. That's when the fights at school started. Being considered Goth I was always the one in trouble and my parents never stuck up for me. It's been like that up until about a month ago; when he started hitting me. Nothing big, just open handed shit, a few punches, sometimes a kick. Then it got bad." I paused, thinking about everything that I'd been through. It almost brought me to tears; my eyes were watering but I fought them down and continued. "One night he got really made about something; I don't even know what about. He took a belt and hit me with it several times, then rammed my head into a door jam. It happen so fast I didn't even have time to relive what happened. Things went back to open handed hits, up till today that is." I finished my story. I had to wipe my eyes from how watery they were becoming.
The room was silent before Happy erupted into full out murder mode. "I'M GOING TO FUCKING KILL THEM. AND DON'T GIVE ME THAT IT'S NOT WORTH IT SHIT." He yelled. "Amen to that brother." Clay said. "You got the clubs full support on this." "Yea they pay for what they did to our baby girl." Gemma said trying to pull me into a hug, but I flinched away. My back was still sore and I'd never been hugged before. "How's your back doing?" I heard Tara. She must have noticed my reaction. "A bite sore, but nothing I can't manage." I said. "Regardless, I'd like to take a look at it to make sure it's not getting infected or anything." I just nodded numbly. "We can use the spare room." Gemma said getting up while taking my hand to lead the way there. I heard Tara get up and follow close behind me. Just before we were completely out of the room Happy stopped us. "I'm going with you." He said and I heard his heavy foot fall coming toured us. I didn't mind; Happy was always there before anyone else. He wrapped my wrist once after a fight, fixed my crooked nose, and picked me up from school in the nick of time before the kids got to me. He was even the first one to go to the school about the other kids beating me.
Tara, Gemma and Happy were in the room with me. I didn't even care anymore and before any of them could tell me to remove my shirt I pulled it off and lied down on the bed. I heard Gemma and Tara gasp and Happy curs under his breath as they caught sight of my back. There were about six welted marks on my back. I felt Tara tending to them and winced when I felt the sting of the antiseptic swabs touch a tender patch. I was so drained from everything that had happened since I moved here that the last thing I remember before falling asleep was Tara saying something. Then everything went black.