What's up everyone who has stuck around long enough for this update! (or if you're new, welcome!) Please read the pretty freakin long Author's Note at the end if you want to hear my explanation of what the eff is going to happen with this story. For now though, hit up my Polyvore account: mnknz if you're interested in seeing Rebecca's outfits throughout this chapter.

RECAP (I suck at these for some reason): Agent 'dickhead' Kohn caught up with Rebecca at school which creeped her out-lead her home to where she almost caught her parents kissing. It was during Chapter 6 (Episode 7 - Old Bones) and in Jax's perspective. Rebecca wasn't too impressed with her father letting her down in the chapter before that and ignored him half the time during the Chapter 6 SAMCRO REMIXES PT.2 while they were at the diner. She also got sassy with one of Jax's many past conquests who worked as a waitress. Jax reminisced about the past, etc, etc.

Now we're onto a few days later when Abel gets out of the incubator and Kohn attempts to hurt Tara. THIS IS BACK IN REBECCA'S PERSPECTIVE. There is also a moment in the story where Rebecca says something about the Catholic Church. I mean NO DISRESPECT to any Catholics. I was baptised as one when I was a baby and raised as one with schooling, etc, but I am now a Christian who doesn't give a shit what religion you are, as long as you're nice, you're cool. So please, forgive me if I offended you.

On the positive side, I sincerely hope this was worth the wait! 3

Disclaimer; I own nothing except my OC's.

Chapter 5 / 9: Season 1, Episode 8 'The Pull'

I feel the excitement bubbling up inside of me as I wait for my dad to get here. This would be the first time that he'd get to hold my baby brother, Abel.

"You ready to hold him as well, baby?" my mother asks, as she gently squeezes my shoulder.

I bite my lip, grinning. "Oh my gosh, yes." I say, happy. "It'll be even better when we can take him home."

She smiles, but I can see it's forced.

My poor mama I think, tilting my head.

"You know I love you right, mom?"

Her expression matches mine as she kisses my forehead. "I know, sweetheart."

I hear someone knocking on the door and look to see it's my grandmother. She smiles at me.

"Hey baby." She glances down at my attire as I stand to hug her in greeting. "Why the pretty dress?"

Snorting, I reply, "Went to the Catholic church with Teagan and her family before spending a late lunch with them."

"Oh, did you learn something about the good God above?" her sarcastic tone makes me laugh.

"I fell asleep actually."

She chuckles with me until I hear a throat being cleared. I turn to face my mom who feigns a smile.

"Is Jax on his way?" she asks.

Grandma just nods. "Sure is, doc."

"I'll go get Abel then."

She touches my shoulder, gently, before leaving.

"You'll be just as excited as your daddy to hold your baby brother won't you, sweetheart?" Grandma says, smiling.

I nod. "Yes, grandma. I've been waiting for this moment since I was little. Of course, back then I thought it would be my mom and dad, not dad and some chick named Wendy."

She snorts. "Yes, well remember it was your mother who left your father."

I roll my eyes and shake my head.

Of course she'd say something like that.

"I know, grandma, you've told me that before."

I can feel her wanting to say something else but thankfully my dad decided to walk in at that moment.

He grins when he sees me. "Hey sweetheart."

Smiling, I greet him back as I stand from the chair, "Hey daddy."

His arms wrap themselves around me as he lays a soft kiss on my head. "Did you enjoy your first day at church?"

I snort like I did earlier with my grandmother and shake my head. "I fell asleep when the priest started to read the bible. I respect Teagan's religion but I think she can keep her spiritual beliefs to herself for now."

He nods, pulling back to look me in the eyes. "You're only 13, Bexie-girl. You've got all the time in the world to decide whether or not you want to believe in religion."

"True."

We move away from each other but it's not long before I settle myself on his lap while he sits on the chair I was just in. It's quiet as we wait for my mother to bring in my baby brother. I can feel the excitement from my dad and that puts a smile on my face. Soon enough, we see my mother walk, slowly, and calmly towards us with Abel in her arms. She has a soft smile on her face and for a second, I'm taken back to the photos of her holding me when I was a baby. I internally shake myself out of the thought because this was all about Abel now.

"I think you have to make room for the next baby now, sweetheart." My grandmother says, gesturing to me sitting on my dad's lap.

I giggle as my father and I both stand up. My mother gently places my baby brother in my dad's arm and I smile at the image.

"Hey." My dad's voice is rough like he's holding down some emotion. He chuckles as he sits himself down with Abel finally in his arms. "I don't know how to break this to you, kid, but I'm your old man."

I bite my lip to stop the tears from welling up. A hand touches my shoulder, gently, and I turn to see my grandmother smiling as she nodded.

"He's here now, baby." She says, kissing my forehead before turning to leave us.

My mother winks as she follows my grandma.

I turn to face my father who smiles at me. "Are you happy, sweetheart?"

"Very."

***TARA'S HOME***

It's been just over a hour since I was able to hold my baby brother for the first time along with my father. An emergency came up with the club thirty minutes after Abel was out of the toaster. I ended up staying at the hospital with Gemma and my mother who brought me back home with her for the night.

Now, here I am, standing in front of my vanity mirror, freshly showered and brushing my hair.

I hear knocking on my bedroom door and run over to answer it, surprised when I see it's my father.

"Hey dad." I greet, smiling. "What are you doing here? Is everything okay with the club?"

He nods, returning the gesture, softly. "Yeah, it's all good, sweetheart. I'm here to pick up a few medical things from your mother so I thought I'd come say goodnight to you while I wait."

"Medical?" I frown. "I thought you said everything's all good?"

My dad releases a sigh as he shuts his eyes and rubs the bridge of his nose. "Don't worry about it, Bexie-girl."

I shake my head and do a sigh of my own. "Alright."

"Come 'ere."

I move towards him, wrapping my arms around his waist while his go around my shoulders. We just stand there, hugging each other until my mother interrupts us to give my dad her medical equipment.

He kisses my forehead before pulling back. "I'll see you tomorrow night, sweetheart."

I just nod and shut the door, a smile on my face. Looking around, I feel suddenly tired, realizing it's yet another school week starting tomorrow. My legs move themselves to my bed as I open up the covers and get in. I smile, seeing my iPod ready to be used with my pink Headphones. I shove them on my head as I lie back against the headboard of my bed. 'Blurry' by Puddle of Mud starts to play on repeat. I turn the volume all the way up, likely damaging my ear drums for the future, and shut my eyes.

10 minutes later, despite the volume of my music being turned to its highest number, I hear-well feel is more like it-a bang against the wall. Frowning, I open my eyes and pause my music. I can't hear much else but because the walls are thin in this house, I vaguely hear a strange man's voice in my mother's room. My eyes widen as I realize it's a voice I had heard before.

Holy shit, I think he's here.

I feel my heart rate increase as I start to panic. I very quietly move from my bed to get my phone on my dresser and speed dial my dad. It rings a few times and thankfully, he answers. I open my mouth, trying to keep my tone hushed.

"Daddy," I whisper, scared. "I think He's here."

"Who, Rebecca?" his tone is hard.

"That ATF Agent." I reply, holding back a sob. "I heard a bang in mom's room and then his voice."

He doesn't respond and because he's my dad and I know him, I can imagine him taking a few deep breaths to calm himself.

"I'll be right there, sweetheart, but until then, I want you to stay in your room, no matter what you hear, okay? It's not safe-"

"But what if he's really hurting her, dad?" I sob out, trying to keep it quiet. "I can't just stay-"

"Your mother wouldn't want you to get hurt especially if it's to protect her. Stay in your room, Rebecca."

He ends the call and I hiccup and wipe away the tears.

Stop freaking out, Rebecca.

For a few seconds, I just stand there and it's when I hear a unfamiliar song start to play from my mother's room, I snap out of it. In the corner of my room, I see my softball bat and my eyes widen as a bad idea enters my mind.

My dad is going to kill me if I get hurt.

I shake my head.

She's my mom, though.

I walk over to pick it up before proceeding to open my bedroom door, quietly. Tiptoeing to my mother's bedroom, for the first time in my life, I actually pray to God things don't go too badly. I slowly open the door and I feel a surge of anger run through me as I see the pervert standing over my unwilling mother.

"Hey, asshole." I say, getting his attention.

His eyes widen as he sees me holding my softball bat. He quickly turns to grab his gun. Freaking out, I decide to hit him hard on the head, not caring if he gets a concussion. I see him drop his gun when he grabs the back of his head and hit him again, this time on his back. With a satisfied smirk on my face, I watch as he falls to the ground and just for good measure, whack the bat against his face.

My mother slowly stands from the bed, looking startled as she stares at her now knocked out ex-boyfriend.

"I've already called dad." My tone is shockingly not as shaky as you would think.

However, the adrenaline I felt from hitting the agent fades away quickly as I really look at my mom. I drop the bat and walk to her, immediately wrapping my arms around her waist. She's shaking as she clutches onto my arms like she's afraid she'll fall without my hold.

"Are you alright, mom?" I ask, feeling stupid for asking such a question.

She doesn't answer but she tightens her hold on me.

"Dad will be here soon."

"Go wait for him, baby." She orders, softly. "I'll be alright."

I frown, looking at the agent who thankfully is still knocked out. "Okay."

I make my way out of her bedroom and to the front door. For a few moments, I have the chance to think over what just happened. My mom could've been k-

No! Get away from that train of thought, Rebecca.

It's too late though as I feel two tears fall down my cheeks. Despite the hurt I have from the past with my mother, she's still my mom and I love her very much. Even when I refused to see her for three months because I had enough of her letting me down, I missed her to the point where I reached out to Wendy. She and my dad were dating at during that time and I craved for a mother figure that wasn't my grandmother.

I cringe now, thinking on it. Moments go by and I watch as the front door opens up. I glance up to see my dad who checks over me before pulling me right in his arms. I cry a little but feel relieved that he's finally here.

"Mom's in the room and the ATF agent is knocked out." I manage to get out.

All of a sudden, we hear a gunshot. Immediately, my dad pulls me behind him as we run to see my mom. Before I see anything, though, he slaps his hands over my eyes as if to protect me from seeing something.

"No!" I sob out, thinking it was my mother who had been shot.

"It's alright, baby. I'm here."

I can feel her hands touch my face and I feel relieved as my father removes his hands. My mom takes my hands and leads me back into my bedroom.

"Your dad and I need to deal with Josh, okay, honey? Stay in here and don't come out until we tell you to."

This time, I obey her order without question. She smiles at me, softly, before shutting my bedroom door. I walk to my bed and get under the covers, grabbing my headphones and putting them on my head to cover my ears. I press play on my iPod and try my best to get lost in the loud music, blocking everything out.

I don't know how much time goes by, but the next thing I feel are hands caressing the side of my face. I open my eyes and blink out the exhaustion to see it's my mom and dad. They're both standing above me with serious expressions on their face. I push my headphones off.

"Is he gone?" I ask, my throat hoarse.

My mom nods, gently. "Yeah, baby, he is."

"Good." I reply, shutting my eyes.

"Sleep, now, sweetheart. I'll see you in the morning." My mom says to me, before kissing my forehead.

I feel her move away and my dad take her place.

"I'll be talking to you tomorrow about you not listening to me earlier, miss." He says, quietly.

I sigh, heavily. "Yeah, dad. I know."

He kisses my forehead like my mother before I hear them both retreating from my bedroom, quietly shutting my door behind them.

Yay I think. Looking forward to tomorrow.

***NEXT MORNING***

I release a heavy sigh as I finish brushing my hair. I frown at the split ends.

Ugh. I need a haircut.

Shaking my head and refusing to dwell on how I look today, I grab my backpack and open my bedroom door. I hear a noise from my left and see my dad shutting my mom's…

Wait, what?

He shuts her door as if trying to be quiet. I take a good look at how my dad appears freshly showered and frown. He looks like he's stayed the night.

"Good morning, dad." I greet, my voice sounding very suspicious.

His eyes meet mine and he smiles, tiredly. "Morning, sweetheart."

"Did you stay the night?"

I see him hesitate a little before he slowly nods in response.

Narrowing my own eyes, I ask where he slept.

He sighs, heavily as he runs his hands down his face. "I think you know where, baby." He replies.

I contemplate on whether I overthink the situation and cringe, or just remain quiet. I choose the latter. Shaking my head, I make my way to the kitchen and grab out a banana and apple to munch on. I still have twenty minutes to kill before mom has to take me to school.

"Sweetheart."

I peel off the skin of the banana and take a bite before looking at my dad. "What?"

"We need to talk about how dangerous it was for you last night. I told you not to go to your mother and you purposely disobeyed what I said." He says, walking to stand next to me.

"I'm not hurt now, am I?" I reply, casually, even though I knew better than to push his buttons at the moment

"No, you're not, but you could've been. Don't you ever do something that stupid again, miss." He was getting into 'don't mess with dad' mode, but I didn't care.

I roll my eyes. "I'm glad I did do something "stupid" since the asshole was standing over my non-consenting mother!" I snap, walking away from him.

He grabs my elbow to pull me back. I glance at him to see a very angry expression on his face. I try to get away but he's clearly stronger.

"Do you have any idea how bad it would've been if he reached for his gun in time?" his tone is demanding as he shakes me. "He could've hurt you instead! Shot you!"

"He was hurting mom!" I cry out, feeling the tears well in my eyes as I remembered what happened last night.

He opens his mouth to respond but must've noticed I was close to breaking down. He immediately pulls me towards him and holds me close as I feel the tears fall down.

"I'm sorry, sweetheart." He whispers, resting his chin on the top of my head as I wrap my arms around his waist. "I'm sorry. I know he was hurting your mother but-" he pauses and instead of his voice, I hear my mother's.

"If he had hurt you, I never would've forgiven myself, baby." I feel her hands touch my hair to pull it back from my face. "Please listen to your father next time, Rebecca." She kisses my cheek that was bare to her eyes now.

I nod against my father's chest but remain silent as I calm myself down.

-CUT-

I know it's been months since the last chapter was put up and for that I truly am sorry :/ Things have been crazy busy and are only going to get worst since I am now Deputy Head Girl (out of two) at my High School and have dealt with stressful situations both academically and personally. I admit, I lost the vision for this at one point but I'm not going to leave ya'll hanging because I know how that feels when an author hasn't updated in like 2 years, etc, etc. Like I've stated previously, THIS WILL BE FINISHED. It's just hard to say when. It was supposed to be around February / March but looks like it might be end of this year sometime and this is only Season 1 :( Really annoyed with myself because I didn't keep to this like I said I would :/ Sorry about that guys.

Nothing has changed in regards to the storyline as I am still definitely keeping to it just with minor, minor changes so my character can fit in.

CHAPTER INFORMATION: Yeah, some of stuff seems unrealistic with the softball bat thing but oh well it's all in the imagination guys haha. I feel like I owe an explanation as to why Rebecca was incredibly sensitive during most of this chapter and that's because; she's a 13-year old girl who in her mind (Tara obviously saved herself in S.O.A) could've lost her mother. And I know Tara would likely never hurt her own child by letting them down (somewhere in the chapter, Rebecca states this), but this is my FAN-FICTION (definition: Fanfiction is when someone takes either the story or characters (or both) of a certain piece of work, whether it be a novel, tv show, movie, etc, and create their own story based on it), and it needs to happen in order for me to continue with this. So to all you true die hard Tara fans, no disrespect but I have issued a warning that you may not like my version of Tara at the start of this story Chapter 1. And this is me reminding you for the future :) 3

I won't be putting this story on hold anymore but as of right now, I have no clue when the next chapter will be out. Either next month or July sometime :) I think it'll get more exciting now since we're leading up to Wendy's appearance and Jax and Tara with their "complicated" relationship and how it affects Rebecca. Oh and of course the awesome welcome home bash they have for Abel lol. I smell family drama.

Love and hugs, peace and happiness people,

-M.N.K