Tara gripped the phone Kohn had given her tightly in her hand. This was all of the evidence she needed to take down both Samcro and Gemma. They would pay for all of this, somehow.

Tara slid the phone into her back pocket, she would have to find a safe place to keep this until she figured out exactly how to deal with it. She couldn't take it to the cops, Clay owned Unser so anything she said to the police would just get back to Samcro.

She returned home, it was heartbreaking walking into her empty house. This place held so many memories, mostly bad after her mom died. Her dad had really made an effort to change though over the few months. He didn't drink as much, he ate dinner with her everytime she was home, and made sure to keep enough groceries in the house instead of blowing all of the money on booze. Now he was gone, but why? What did Samcro have against her father?

Unser knocked on her door.

"Hey sweetheart, how are you holding up?"

"As well as expected, what do you want?" Tara wasn't in the mood for dealing with questioning right now.

"I need you to pack some things and come with me." He gave her an apologetic smile.

"WHY?" Tara demanded, glaring at him.

"You're a minor Tara, you can't live alone." He wiped the sweat off his forehead.

"Why the hell not?" Tara protested. "You didn't have a problem living with an alcoholic who was at the bar more than he was home, I've raised myself since I was 9. I can live here." She pushed the door almost closed before Unser stuck his hand out stopping it.

"Your father's death is being investigated, the court system is requesting that you are put into foster care. My hands are tied kid." He kept his foot in the door so she couldn't shut him out.

"I'm not going into foster care." Tara shouted.

"Easy sweetheart." Gemma appeared behind Unser. "I've petitioned the court to let you live with us until you're 18. It's being reviewed but for now they are allowing it. Come on, get your stuff."

"You've got to learn how to talk to girls Wayne." Gemma smirked as Tara went off to pack her stuff. She didn't like the idea of living under the same roof as Clay or Gemma for that matter but she loved the idea of being in the same house with Jax without sneaking around.

She hid her evidence in her toiletry bag. She would definitely need to find a better place for it later, but if she gave them no reason to suspect she knew anything they wouldn't have a need to pry. She would cooperate with both of them to the best of her ability.

"I guess that's everything I need, what happens to my house?" Tara asked Unser.

"I'm not quite sure sweetheart." He replied, a sadness in his tone.

"Come on, let's get you home." Gemma ushered Tara out the door to her car.

"I'm real sorry about your dad baby, you know we are all here for you." Gemma patted Tara's knee before driving home.

"Thanks, I know." Tara rolled her eyes behind her dark sunglasses.

"Hey. This could be interesting." Jax greeted in a whisper, pulling Tara into a hug. "You and me officially living under the same roof. I've died and gone to Heaven." He chuckled.

"You two will be living in separate rooms." Gemma called out over her shoulder, she knew it was pointless to try to keep them apart but Tara's stuff would need it's own space just in case anyone from social services decided to stick their noses where it didn't belong.

"Yeah, okay." Jax smirked. "How are you holding up?" He asked.

"I'm okay, I'm glad your mom got it set up so I could stay here. I wouldn't live in a foster home, I'd probably run first if I had to do that." She stated, clutching the bag that held the information Kohn gave her.

"Want me to take that up to the room too?" He asked, reaching for the bag in her hand.

"No, that's okay. I've got it." She gripped it tighter.

She sat down on the bed Gemma had set up in the guest room, which now officially belonged to her. She would never sleep here, she knew she would always make her way into Jax's bed. He was the only person keeping her from running into another precinct and telling everything she knew on Samcro and showing all of the evidence she had. She never considered herself a rat, she always kept her nose where it belonged but this was personal. They killed her father and she wanted justice.

She had trouble sitting at the dinner table with the man who had murdered her father in cold blood. She had to keep her emotions in check. The more he talked, the more lies he spewed, the more she knew she didn't want the law handling this. She wanted Clay Morrow to feel everything her father felt in his last moments. She wanted him dead, nothing less. She wasn't a violent person. She wanted to be a Doctor, a healer, but this man was so evil. She hated him and everyone who helped him.

One week later

Tara was terrified of Clay now. She noticed him watching her like he could see right through her, like he knew she had the one thing that could take him down forever. He had been asking questions randomly when Jax wasn't around. She found him in her room, digging through her dresser, searching for something. Luckily Tara had decided her best option was to keep the phone on her at all times just in case anyone did decide to go snooping in her room.

She decided she had to tell Jax everything. She wasn't safe there anymore. If she didn't tell him, show him, he wouldn't be able to save her from whatever Clay was planning. She couldn't put it off any longer.

"Can we go for a ride later? Maybe to that little park outside of Charming? I really need to talk to you about something." She asked him.

"Well I've got work at TM but we can hang out after that. I can pick you up at home."

Gemma out of town supposedly at her check up and Jax working would be the perfect time for Clay to set in motion whatever plan he had or was forming. "Do you wanna just go now? It's really important." Tara pleaded.

"Babe, what's wrong. You're scaring me. Are you breaking up with me or something?" He asked, his tone hushed.

"What? No. I just need to talk to you outside of here, outside of Charming." She rested her head on his shoulder.

"Okay then let's go." He handed her his helmet and she wrapped her arms securely around him.

She was trying to prepare herself for this conversation, it wasn't going to be an easy one. He was all about Samcro and definitely a momma's boy he wasn't going to take this well.

They pulled into the secluded park by the water. At least no one was there to witness the melt down that was sure to follow.

"So what's up?" He hadn't even waited for them to get to their spot they usually sit at before questioning her. She could see he was anxious to see what was going on.

She took several deep breaths before starting. "You know I love you more than anything and I know you love me."

"Are you sure you're not breaking up with me?" He interrupted, not liking where this conversation was going.

"I'm sure, just shut up and listen," She rolled her eyes. "Sorry, Just listen."

"I'm afraid all of the time now." She paused collecting her thoughts.

"Afraid of what? About what happened to your dad? You know I'll never let anyone hurt you. Samcro will find the fucker who did this Tara and make them pay." Jax lifted her chin to look him in the eyes.

"I already know who did this, that's why I'm afraid." She paused again, taking several more deep breaths.

"Who?"

It was now or never. "Clay."

She watched his expression change from nervous to confused to angry. "What? Why would you say that, Tara?" He hissed at her. She had mistaken his expression to be because of Clay but actually he was mad at her?

"I have proof." She held out the phone pushing play on the video for him to see. He watched in silence.

"This is fake, Tara. Samcro wouldn't kill your dad." He was gripping the phone tightly, glaring at her. "Where did you get this?"

"Someone who wanted me to know the truth, I thought you would help me but I guess I was wrong. Clay killed my dad, Jax. I don't know why he did it but I know he did. He's been questioning me while you're gone about the guy who said it was Samcro, trying to scare. I found him digging for something in my room. I don't know what he's looking for but my guess is it's something to do with this. I thought I could trust you, I thought you loved me but it's clear to me that's not the case." She turned to walk away.

"I do love you, Tara but this doesn't make any sense. What would Samcro have against your dad? I'm part of Samcro don't you think I would know if they killed your old man?" He was holding her wrist, keeping her from leaving. "Where did you get this?" He asked again.

"I don't know what Samcro had against my dad. I don't know how they kept it from you, do you really think they'd tell you that they killed your old lady's father? I got it from the man at the hospital."

"They wouldn't kill him, that's the thing. This guy is playing you, babe. Maybe he has a thing for you or something and trying to turn you against the club, against me."

"...or maybe you could stop buying into all of this bullshit for two seconds and look at the evidence in your hand. This isn't fake, it's real. It's Clay and my dad. It's like the old saying goes seeing is believing. You can choose to trust me that it's real or choose to ignore it and let him hurt me too once he figures out I know because I promise you he's already thinking that I do. He killed my father, he wouldn't hesitate to kill me. By the lack of reaction from you though, maybe you already knew about it. Maybe you were involved too for all I know." She jerked her hand away from him, leaving him stunned.

"What the fuck Tara. That's what you think? You think I was involved. You never trusted me at all did you?" He had caught up to her, walking closely behind her. "You never wanted me to be apart of Samcro, you said you did but I could tell once I was patched in you resented the club. Is that what all of this is about? You being mad at the club? At me?" He had stepped in front of her just in time to feel the slap hard across his cheek.

"No, this is about Clay Morrow killing my dad and probably going to kill me but your head is to stuck up his and Samcro's ass to see what's right in front of you. So fuck you Jax, fuck Samcro. I'm done. I'm leaving you and I'm leaving this town. Oh but since you think I'm crazy I might as well tell you, your mom's cancer story is bullshit. She fabricated it so she could keep you in Charming with her. She convinced Clay to patch you in instead of letting you prospect because she knew that once you had that patch you wouldn't walk away and she was right. The proof is right there in your hand too but it doesn't mean much since you say it's all fake and that apparently I'm a liar. So thanks for being a selfish son of a bitch, I'm done. The next time you see me will probably be in the morgue, when my body comes pops up dead somewhere, remember this conversation asshole."