Hello all! I'm giving you an early update because it's probably going to be a few days before I update again. I have no school this week, but I have strangely awkward work hours, and the only day I have off this week, Wednesday, I'm going to the city early in the morning and coming back home obnoxiously late. So, please enjoy. It's rather short, but the road is going to get BUMPY. I don't own anything related to the show, that belongs to Kurt. I wish I could rent them sometime. Please read and review!

Gabriella

A few moments later, the convoy of motorcycles rode into the Teller-Morrow lot. We all hopped off of the bikes, going inside of the clubhouse. Gemma and Gina meticulously prepared for the party with some help from Lyla when she had a free moment or two.

I grabbed Juice's hand as we walked inside and immediately, I was assailed by the scent of flowers. Gemma hadn't allowed me or Darcy inside of the clubhouse while they set up for the party. I smiled when I saw the large arrangements of daffodils around the room. Gemma knew that they were my favorite flower and if I saw them in someone's garden, I'd usually go steal a few.

The only downside to the party were the crow eaters that littered the clubhouse. They were half naked, hanging all over the men, except for Clay, Juice, Opie, Jax, and my dad. Koz had come down for my graduation and he sat next to Tigger, both of them with two crow eaters on them.

Juice was at the bar with Half-Sack downing shots furiously. I was nursing a bottle of beer that one of the crow eaters half-heartedly thrusted at me.

"It's your day, sweetheart! Live a little," Chibs' thick brogue said behind me. He was holding a nearly empty bottle of Irish Whiskey in his hand. It would take at least another two of those to get him drunk.

I smiled at him as I went to join Gemma and the other Old Ladies. We chatted for a few hours. Most of the men, including Juice, had disappeared.

"Well, ladies," I said. "It's been lovely. Thanks for everything, but now I need to go find my man."

There were a couple of cat-calls from the table. I felt my cheeks blushing red as I walked up the stairs. When I got up there, I set out for Juice's room. There were sex noises everywhere. I didn't even want to think of what was coming from whom.

Juice was always so understanding about waiting to have sex. He never rushed me, and I never suspected that he was sleeping around behind my back, even if he was on a run. That was one thing that I personally wouldn't stand for- being perfectly fine with your man fucking anything with a pussy, but if a woman in the club slept around, all hell broke loose. I could understand that they didn't want an Old Lady to be sleeping with another brother, but for Christ sakes, we weren't property. We were fucking people, with feelings. There were a couple of times in Tacoma that I'd gone fucking ape shit about that, usually when it involved Cherry. I'd never liked Cherry, the girl was fucking stupid, but at times like that, it didn't matter who I liked or didn't like, it all came down to my beliefs.

When I got to Juice's room, I stopped outside of the closed door. From outside, I heard him grunting. By now, there was a couple of times that I'd caught him offing himself, so I had to laugh when I heard him. The first time I saw him, he was so embarrassed that he got caught doing it, but seriously, it wasn't that big of a deal.

I opened the door knob and nearly vomited at what I saw. Juice was standing up, and some redheaded crow eater bitch was worshipping him on her knees, his dick in her mouth.

I grabbed onto the doorway for support, becoming blinded by my own tears. By then, they'd become aware of my presence. Juice pushed the girl away from him and yanked his pants up, walking toward me. I pushed off of the wall and took off for the room that I stayed in since Happy began to spend more and more nights at Gina's.

I locked the door behind me and sobbed gut wrenching sobs as Juice banged on the door. I took my Vera Bradley duffel bag and threw underwear, socks, bras, shirts, and jeans into it. There was enough to last me a good two weeks before having to do laundry. After I did that, I sat down at the small desk with a pen and paper.

Five hours later, at around two in the morning, I knew that everyone had gone off to bed, with or without partners. I snuck downstairs, tip toeing in my sneakers. I saw the Prospect at the bar washing it down. I handed him three envelopes, labeled with Juice, Daddy, or Gina.

"Tomorrow, give these to them. Give Gina hers first. Then Juice, then Happy."

Sack nodded. "Okay."

"Thanks," I gave him a kiss on the cheek and walked out the door, not even bothering to look back.

For hours, I drove. I drove and cried, stopped for gas, cried some more when the attendant asked what was wrong, drove and cried, sang along to Lynyrd Skynyrd, while crying of course.

Four hours from Charming, I realized where I was headed.

The Tacoma Graveyard.