A/N: Thanks for the awesome reviews the last chapter. Hope this one is just as good. And I'm sorry updates are very slow.


Chapter Twelve

Just as Gemma told Trinity, she let her stay at her house. The first night at the home was the most problematic. Clay, who didn't understand what was going on and the fact that Gemma never told him, argued that she couldn't stay. Gemma, being the stubborn woman she is, argued back that it was just a few days. Trinity hadn't known what to say since the entire argument had been her fault, like most things it seemed.

"She just needs a few days Clay." Gemma huffed annoyed at Clay's behavior. Clay shook his head staring at his wife from where he sat at the dining room table.

"You don't even know her." He replied.

Trinity was at the top of the stairs, sitting on the very top step listening in. Gemma had told her to just go upstairs and wait. She didn't want to be the cause of anymore trouble but it seemed she was trouble, just like her mother had said. Her body was hunched over, bags right beside her. She wanted to tell Gemma to just forget it if the arguing was going to persist because of her. She already disrupted one person's life, she didn't need to do the same to another couple.

"She's staying Clay." Gemma finally snapped to Clay, eyes narrowing on his just as his did to hers. Clay knew there was no fighting his wife's decision. She was just as stubborn as Jax, maybe more, and it was hard to get ideas out of her head. Clay sighed clearly frustrated but he was tired of fighting. All he wanted to do was lay down in bed with his wife and sleep. And if that meant agreeing with Gemma to get this over with, so be it.

"Fine but only a few days." He relented getting up from his seat. Gemma smiled, happy she won, and gave Clay a small kiss on the cheek.

"She already knows."

Gemma headed for the stairs knowing Trinity had been listening the entire time. Trinity stood from the step as soon as Gemma came in her line of vision. "You can sleep in Jax's old room." She told her, stepping around Trinity to show her the room. Gemma opened the door to Jax's old room, letting her in. The room was simple, bed and dressers with a desk in the corner. The walls were painted a blue with wood flooring.

Trinity dropped her bags at the floor of the bed. She sat on the bed, her palms flat on the bed. The room reminded her of her old one, the same simpleness and furniture. Her eyes were cast to the floor, her fingers subconsciously digging into the mattress. Gemma noticed this, sadness for the girl who had nothing now. "Don't think too hard about this," Gemma told her. She glanced up at Gemma, a tired look on her face. "You'll be fine."

She did her best to smile up at Gemma but it came out weak. Gemma frowned at the young girl. "I'll try." She replied unzipping one of her bags. Gemma slowly shut the door, allowing Trinity time to get ready for bed.

Trinity searched through her bag getting out a pair of long pants and a think shirt. She pulled off her own clothes, quickly putting on the warmer clothing. She sat back down on the bed, picking up her other bag and opening it.

She searched for a pair of socks to put on, grabbing the ball of white. She unfolded them when a small photo fell out. How odd? She picked up the picture wondering why it was in there in the first place. Pain and anger surged through her again, her finger tracing the man in the photo.

"I hate you..." She let the picture fall to the floor, falling back onto the bed and crying into her hands.

The picture slowly fell to the floor. There was a slight tear in the middle; on one side held a man and a woman, both holding each other with a smile on their faces while the other held a semi-happy child, half an arm on her shoulder.

Before all the trouble, there was always a sign of the pain. Always there but overlooked. Trinity was determined to get rid of that man, not for her mother's sake but for baby Daphne's. The little girl was going to go through hell being flesh and blood from the man who tore the only family Trinity ever had.

Why did she even bother keeping the photo? What was the reason for it? Trinity curled into a ball, not even bothering to get under the covers or turn off the light. She just wanted to sleep and forget her troubles. Just for one night. Tomorrow she would deal with everything.

Eventually Trinity fell asleep, the crying wore her body out along with the day. Only, she couldn't stay asleep like she wanted to. She tossed and turned trying to find a new spot but still nothing. Her mind was still wide awake with worries. Gemma would kick her out of the house in a few days and she had no where to go. Would she really have to go to a shelter? Out of all places? The thought of Ivan still managed to swirl in her head. Was he hurting Emma? Daphne?

And finally, her mind drifted to the biker who had helped her all day. He was a calming thought but for a reason unknown. He saved her twice in one day and she never even got to thank him. Well, he said she could thank him so other way...

"Oh God..." She gasped as soon as a thought hit her. She could thank him so other time? There was two meanings in one. Surly he wasn't thinking...

Trinity blushed hiding her face in the pillow and a smile made its way to her face.

She drifted to sleep with Happy on her mind instead.