Disclaimer: I do not own anything that doesn't have my name written next to it in pretty pink pen. I don't even own my horse Tig…that's how broke I am. I only claim ownership on Asher Hayden, Sarah Stevenson and anyone else that you do not recognise.
Summary: She went to the shut the door but paused, smiling slightly to herself despite the glare from the girl on her knees in front of the biker. "You do realise this is a twelve year olds birthday party?" It started at a twelve year olds birthday party in a Tacoma backyard ten years ago. Happy/OC
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Stylized Violence – choreographed violence used in film and television to portray the illusion of real violence.
Chapter Nine – Hurt
I hurt myself today
To see if I still feel
I focus on the pain
The only thing that's real
The needle tears a hole
The old familiar sting
Try to kill it all away
But I remember everything
What have I become
My sweetest friend
Everyone I know goes away
In the end
And you could have it all
My empire of dirt
I will let you down
I will make you hurt
-Johnny Cash
Tacoma WA
15th April 1998
Happy didn't move. He didn't try to push Asher away or loosen his grip on the child in his other arm. Not a chance in Hell. "I said hands in the air!" The voice yelled again and Asher knew she had to do something before Happy got shot.
"Let me go." She said softly and Happy let her go slowly, his eyes never leaving the cops surrounding them and Asher reached into his cut, grabbing the guns from the holster inside and holding them up in surrender before checking the safety and sliding them across the bricked ground and holding her hands up.
The cops swooped then, one stepping forward to pick up Happys pieces before the first one to reach them grabbed Asher, pulling her away. She didn't get a chance to see what they did to Happy, but she heard Sarah start screaming out his name as they dragged her away from him. Asher remained quiet as she was shoved towards an ambulance, and she could finally get a glimpse at the scene around her. Happy was down on his knees in front of the room, his hands getting cuffed behind his back as he glared at the police officer standing over him. She couldn't do anything to help, and not for the first time that day she felt completely hopeless.
The paramedic didn't say anything as she patted antiseptic to Ashers head, the cut stinging, but soon enough a bandage was placed over it and an officer came over and escorted her towards a patrol car. She wanted to yell and scream or something, but her body refused to process what was happening. Even as the officer had asked the paramedic if she was alright, she'd lacked the capacity to tell them she was fine, despite the throbbing in her head. Helpless to defend herself, she was shoved into a patrol car and the door was slammed behind her.
The feeling only got worse as they shoved Happy and got him to his feet, pushing him towards a patrol car. That's when she heard more yelling and saw the Sons stride into the middle of the scene, Blue at the front yelling as his brother was dragged away. Grabbing the door handle Asher tried to push the door open before realising it was on safety lock. She was trapped. She had no option but to watch as an officer walked over to Blue and put a hand on his shoulder and direct him towards the ambulance to the left of the scene. Asher had always been intrigued by the looks that Blue conveyed his words with. This time was no exception. He swivelled his head to look at his VP and jerked it to the side before nodding and striding off towards the ambulance. Lorca turned to his brothers, pointing away and saying something before two figures in the shadows went to move but Asher saw Bowie grab an arm and shout something. Following the swivel of their heads she saw the paramedics wheel a gurney out, the black body bag lying across it.
Seeing the body bag only made her angrier that Happy was being forced into a patrol car, by the only two people who weren't watching the gurney head towards the ambulance.
"Happy!" She screamed, banging on the glass and shaking the door handle. "Let me out!" Lacing her fingers through the mesh on the cage that separated her from the front seats she shook it desperately trying to get out. "Happy!" The patrol car in front of her pulled out of the carpark and drove back towards town, Asher watching through the back window as the lights disappeared in the dark. "Fuck!" She threw a frustrated punch at the cage just as an officer opened the drivers side door and looked in at her.
"Calm down Miss."
"Let me the fuck out." She glowered and the officer stood up, yelling something to another officer as Asher saw Kozik walking past the patrol car.
"Koz!" She yelled, pounding on the window and saw the blonde turn his head towards her. "Koz!" The huge biker started making his way towards her, fury evident on his face as he glared at the man still at the drivers side door. But all Ashers hopes fell when she saw Lorca step in and intercept Kozik, pushing him back to the rest of the Sons, chancing a glance over at Asher in the car before following as the Sherriff stuck his head through the drivers side door.
"Asher Hayden, how did I not see this coming?"
"In the genes Bill." She growled when she heard the familiar voice and forced herself to sit down and cross her arms across her chest in the back seat of the car. There was no point fighting now. She was well and truly fucked.
"Get her back to the station. Be careful, if she's anything like her mother she's a fighter." The Sherriff said and Asher tried to calm down as they started the car and drove her to the police station.
She wasn't handcuffed, but she might as well have been as she was shoved through the Tacoma Police Station, the officer who'd escorted her from the bar, gripping her arm and steering her down the narrow hall. By chance she turned her head as someone walked into one of the interview rooms and saw Happy sitting at the table, his hands on the table, cuffed and his cut missing. She wanted to do something, but she knew it was useless as she was dragged forward and into the next interview room.
"The Sherriff will be here to ask you some questions in a minute." The officer said before leaving, closing the door behind him and leaving Asher alone. But she wasn't alone for long before the Sherriff and a female officer walked in and sat down across from her.
"Can we get you a drink or something Asher?" The woman with slicked back black hair asked her, her brown eyes watching Ashers every move.
"I'd rather not prolong this." Asher sighed, looking pointedly at the Sherriff.
"Would you like a lawyer?"
"Am I under arrest?" She asked, looking between the two of them her cheek aching when she forced a smile. The bruise clearly hadn't come up yet.
"No." The female said. "You're here to make a statement."
"Then no."
"Would you like a parent?" The female asked and Asher scoffed and looked at the Sherriff.
"I'm eighteen."
"Okay." Shaking her head slightly Asher couldn't help but give the Sherriff a disappointed look. He was a disappointment. He should have known she was eighteen. He shouldn't be here.
"I'd like to make a request though." She said, turning her attention back to the female who nodded.
"Yes?"
"I don't want him to be in here." Lifting her hand Asher pointed at the Sherriff.
"Asher, the Sherriff needs to be here." The woman said and Asher could see the fury on the Sherriffs face at Ashers request.
"My Uncle does not." She sneered and the woman glanced at the Sherriff. "He didn't show you my records did he? Sherriff Bill Hayden, my fathers brother has arrested me, what is it? Four times now Uncle Bill?" The Sherriff glowered. "So I would prefer him not being here." She growled the last part and saw the female raise her eyebrows before looking at the Sherriff and giving him a look.
A get the fuck out of here before you jeopardise the entire thing kind of look.
With a slap on the table, the Sherriff stood up and stormed out of the interview room.
"Okay, well we'll just get around to the statement then." The woman said, shuffling the papers that the Sherriff had left behind before pulling out a pen and pad. "Lets start from the start."
Tacoma WA
16th April 1998
Asher sucked in deep breaths when she finally got out of the stuffy station, thankful to be out in the cool night air. Going over what had happened had made everything seem so much more real.
"Well this is appropriate." Asher looked down the paved stairs to see Kozik standing at the foot of them, Lorca, Bowie and Spanner all waiting behind him. "Picking up the jailbait from jail."
"Not the first time." Lorca laughed but Asher could tell it was forced. "How's your Uncle baby girl?"
"Douchebag." Asher replied quietly walking down the stairs and standing in front of them. "You waiting for Happy?"
"No," Koz said, "Waitin' on you. Haps been…waylaid." Asher looked over at Lorca in question.
"What?"
"He's in the cage Ash, lookin' at homicide." All momentum in her heart stopped.
"You alright sugar?" Blue eyes were fuzzy in front of Asher as her vision fuzzed slightly.
"Yeah." She rasped, trying to regain her footing. "Where's Sarah?"
"Hospital." Someone answered.
"Why's her shirt ripped?" Bowie asked Lorca quietly but Asher heard it. Suddenly she remembered Coach Ainsley, standing in front of her in the bar courtyard. The voice in the room suddenly sounding so familiar. Someone grabbed her arms, but her whole body was humming with shock to really register.
"Asher." His voice sounded like it as coming down a tunnel. "Who ripped your shirt? The man at the bar?" Kozik sounded like he was talking to someone that didn't speak English or was deaf.
"My lacrosse coach." Asher muttered. Her Lacrosse coach had tried to rape her. "A gift." Words were coming to her as she started to feel drowsy.
"Get her home, she's going into shock." Lorcas voice boomed over the crowd and that was the last thing she heard, everything went black, Happys name on her lips.
16th April 1998
"Stop lookin' at her like that you fuckin' creeper."
"Me? At least I'm not like fifty asshole."
"I'm not fifty."
"Close enough." Asher could hear the voices through the darkness.
"Close enough? I'm twenty-eight shit head."
"Whatever man." She recognised Spanners voice, the other voice was familiar, but she couldn't determine which Son it was. Slowly she opened her eyes only to jump in fright at the sight of the blue eyes hovering over her.
"Mornin' sunshine." Kozik, the other voice had been Kozik.
"Hmm." Asher tried to sit up but her head was fuzzy. "Where am I?"
"Clubhouse baby girl. Fainted on us at the Cop shop." Kozik said, stepping back and Asher felt a warm hand close around hers.
"You alright?" Turning her head she saw Spanner looking at her with so much worry she had to smile.
"How's Sarah?"
"She's home with her parents." She saw Spanner glance at Kozik who now had his large arms crossed across his cut.
"What?" Asher asked, seeing the look and sitting up and looking up at them from her spot on the couch. "What is it?"
"Haps been sent to County." She was on her feet in seconds.
"He didn't get bail?"
"Lawyers…" Spanner trailed off as Kozik walked away and left the Prospect standing in front of Asher, "I shouldn't be telling you this." He enforced and Asher shook her head in disbelief.
"He got arrested saving my life, Pete, I deserve to know."
"Lawyers are pleading aggravated assault, bail was set too high for us. We could only get fifty percent of the cash. Sorry baby girl." Asher swallowed the lump in her throat. She knew she was overreacting, Happy had been in jail before, if anyone could survive jail it was him. But while he was fine on the inside, what the hell was she expected to do on the outside? "And…" Spanner ran a hand through is hair in frustration, "Ainsley's taken off- piss in the wind." Whatever was left of her walls, came crashing down as Asher began to cry, sobbing uncontrollably as Spanner pulled her into his arms and hugged her close. "We'll find him baby girl."
Promises didn't mean shit to Asher at that point. There was only one person that had proven they could protect her and he was in County, awaiting trial for murder.
"I need to see Sarah."
"I'll take you." Spanner said and Asher wiped her eyes quickly and nodded, giving Spanner a reassuring look.
"I'm fine."
"Come on." He didn't try to comfort her anymore, just walked out to the tow truck and she climbed in, waiting for him to follow suit. He threw her a wary glance before starting it up and pulling out of the lot. When they pulled up at her house Asher thanked Spanner before jumping from the cab, slamming the door on his offer of support.
A/N: Is it too intense? Let me know what you think! x