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"Hey, baby, wake up."

Gemma's eyes fluttered open to find Clay bent over above her. She smiled up at him, blowing a kiss up towards his face. "Good morning."

"Morning, you're in a good mood for spending the night on our daughter's bathroom floor." Clay commented, gesturing to the blue quilt that nearly took up the bathroom. "I'm heading over to TM. Opie is downstairs. How is she doing?"

Gemma sighed before stroking Delta's hair. "I don't know. She cried herself to sleep." She looked back up at Clay, caressing his cheek. "Stick around the shop until we get there. I'm sure she'll want to see you."

"I know the drill." Clay sighed before turning to leave. He caught himself in the doorway, looking back at his wife. "Opie's beating himself up because Delta wanted your help instead of his. He's in love with our daughter."

Gemma nodded. "Found out yesterday when she woke up with a hickey on her neck. And, numerous other places." She grinned when Clay grimaced and walked away. "Love you." She turned back to look at her daughter, gently caressing her cheek with her finger. "Delta, baby, we gotta get up." She smiled gently when Delta curled herself farther into her, trying to block her face. "It was cute when you were a baby, but, now. . .Well, it's kind of cute now too, but it's not going to work. Darlin', we can't continue to lay on the bathroom floor."

Delta groaned again. "I almost forgot about that." She mumbled. Her eyes opened, peering up at Gemma. "I'm freaking out, Mom."

"I can tell." Gemma nodded. She stroked Delta's hair, letting her fingers tangle into the strands. "You never mentioned the woods before. What happened?"

"I can't tell you." Delta breathed. She saw Gemma about to protest but continued before she could say anything. "I have to show you."

Delta wrapped her arms around herself as she wandered through the house to the kitchen. After making arrangements with Gemma, she had changed quickly, leaving her mother to shower and get ready for the day. When she saw Opie sitting at the kitchen table, she walked up behind him. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and kissed his head. "Hey."

"Hey." Opie greeted her, his hands coming up to squeeze her arms. He didn't make a move to look at her, content feeling her behind him. "How are you feeling?"

"Better." Delta nodded. She walked around him, slipping onto his lap and holding him close to her. "I'm sorry about last night. I haven't had a flashback in a few years. I didn't think they would come back. I didn't want you to see that."

Opie shook his head. "You don't need to apologize. I'm just sorry I couldn't help you through it."

"You helped me the only way you could. You got my mom for me." Delta whispered. She pressed her lips against his temple. "It's hard to explain. I feel safe with you. I know you would never hurt or harm me. I just. . .sometimes a girl needs her mom. Having a flashback is one of those times. You didn't know, baby. Don't beat yourself up."

Opie shrugged his shoulders. "I should be able to do something other than knock on your parents' bedroom door."

Delta smiled gently, pressed her face against the side of his. "This right now is helping me. You're still here. I didn't scare you off. I know it isn't easy. But, you're doing more than you give yourself credit for." She felt a weight lift from her chest when she felt his arms tighten around her. "Have you showered yet?"

"No, why?" Opie asked, glancing at her out of the corner of his eye.

Delta sighed. "You probably should. I have to take you somewhere."

Delta exhaled sharply when Gemma parked her car in the grass clearing in the middle of the trees. Clay, Jax, and Opie pulled up alongside of them on their bikes. Gemma reached over and took Delta's hand into hers. "Are you sure you want to do this?"

"No," Delta breathed, her eyes tearing up looking at the trees in front of her, "but, I need to." She blinked a couple times before scrambling out of the car, hoping that if she moved a little faster it would make this less intense. She gulped hard when she caught Clay's face. He already knew.

"Sis, what are we doing here?" Jax asked, striding over to her from his bike. He frowned when Delta seemed transfixed on the trees in front of her. He looked forward. There were nothing but trees and bushes, but he felt an uneasiness wash over him. "What is this place?"

Delta spoke before even thinking about his question. "Hell." She took a shaky breath before she felt Gemma wrap herself around her from behind, one arm hugging her shoulders. Delta brought her hands up and squeezed Gemma's arm, hugging it to herself. "A couple days after Hale had me blow him in his office, he came to the school. He told the principal he wanted to question me about Sons business." She held Gemma's arm tighter when she saw the three men beside her visibly turn killer out of the corner of her eye. "He drove us out here. . .and raped me in the backseat."

"Jesus Christ." Jax breathed, covering his mouth with his shaking hand. Tears began welling in his eyes.

"He left the car to piss. I ran into the woods, back there somewhere." Delta continued, staring back at the dozens of trees and bushes, still wondering to this day how what happened actually happened. "I hid for what felt like hours, but Hale found me. He dragged me through the dirt back to the car. When I tried to run again, he pushed me down and tied me to a tree. He didn't stop until the sun went down. I couldn't tell you how many times though." She felt Gemma press her face into her hair, kissing just below her ear. "He dropped me back off at the school. I got home just as you guys were coming back from your birthday party."

Clay wiped at his eyes. "I remember. You said you went over to a friend's to work on a school project due the next day." He sucked in a deep breath. "You didn't get home until midnight."

Delta nodded, a tear slipping down her cheek hearing how pained his voice sounded. "I said a lot of things back then that weren't true."

Gemma reached upward, wiping her daughter's cheeks. "Show us, baby."

Jax saw Delta nearly retract into herself. He reached out, taking her hand into his and stepping towards the trees. "He can't hurt you anymore, Delta. We're all here. This place can't hurt you."

"Go ahead. We're right behind you." Gemma whispered, unraveling her arms from around her.

Delta gripped onto Jax's hand, afraid that her trembling would even shake Jax's arm. She let out a breath she didn't realize she had been holding when Jax wrapped his arm around her waist, walking with her between the trees. It didn't take her long to find the tree Hale had tied her too. It wasn't very old, but the bark was indented and chipped where the rope had cut into it during her struggle. "This is it."

She looked at the ground, remembering exactly where Hale would sit between rounds, remembering how the bark dug into her bag, and how she was completely powerless to stop what happened here in the dirt between the bushes. She ran her finger over the indent, some of it smooth from the rope burn. "He tied me up here."

She wrapped her arms around herself, stepping away from Jax. He glanced at her, but she couldn't meet his eyes. She watched as Clay, Gemma, and Jax all stood and stared at the spot, looking as if they were seeing the rapes for themselves. Glancing over her shoulder, she could see Opie standing helplessly. He looked completely lost, and she knew that this was as hard for her as it was for him. He wanted to marry her before all this happened, and he left the club right before this shit hit the fan.

Opie met her eyes, and she couldn't deny the pull. She walked over to him, sighing in relief when his arms wrapped around her, his large hand cupping the back of her head as she tried to bury herself against his body. It felt like he was trying to wrap his entire body around her and shield her from her past. She closed her eyes when she felt his lips press against the top of her head. "Take me away, Ope."

Opie held her tighter and looked over at Clay and Gemma, ignoring the sideways look from Jax. "Get her out of here." Clay nodded his head.

It only took a second to lift Delta up in his arms, wrapping her legs around his waist, before walking to his bike. Delta clung to him, ducking her head into the crook of his neck to avoid looking back at the trees. Opie didn't even let her get down before he climbed onto the bike, letting her sit facing him on the leather beneath him. After strapping helmets on both of them, he turned the key in his bike. "Hold on tight." He reminded her before taking off, getting the hell out of there as fast as possible.

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