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Chapter Twenty-One

I opened the door, Kip standing there confused. "You sure you're okay?"

I sighed annoyed. "Yes Kip. I'm good."

He handed me one of the bottles of beer in his hand. "Know you need one."

I chuckled grabbing it. "Got that right."

I headed to the bar, sitting on one of the stools, my back to everything. I didn't open the beer yet. No matter how much I wanted to, I was being stopped. If I was going to do something, I had to be able to focus and if I drank too much, that would be impossible. Kip was sitting a few stools away from me.

Silence.

He wasn't talking to me and I wasn't talking to him. Probably because he was waiting for me to do something so he could react. He knew his job, I knew his job, there was tension between us. My hand twisted the cap off, bringing the bottle up to my lips despite what I just told myself. Some of the liquid spilling into my mouth. I still didn't know how to get away from him.

"I thought you were going to be trouble." Kip chuckled, looking over at me. A smirk made its way to my face.

"Really? Why would you think that?" I was playing innocent. If he didn't think I was going to do anything, it was safer to get away.

He laughed as he spoke, "'Cause I seen the way the guys act with you. An' I heard what happened the first two times you tried to get away."

Of course, let them talk about me and what happened. He was done with the first beer. "You got anything stronger than a beer?" I asked him.

"Don't think you should be wanting to drink something like that." He told me.

"I just wanna see how much I can drink. Not like I can leave this place." He got off his stool, grabbing two glasses and a bottle of whiskey. I grinned at him, happy and amazed at how gullible he really was.

"Stays between us." I nodded to him. Not for long though.

He poured me half a glass and him the same. I grabbed the glass, tossing my head back as I raised the drink. The liquor burned the back of my throat. I coughed, not used to something so strong like that. He did the same after me, but he didn't cough. "Too strong?" He grinned. I narrowed my eyes at him, slamming the glass down for him to pour me another.

He filled his back up too, drowning it in one swoop.

-o-

For a good while, we just drowned shots after shots. My head was swirling by the fourth one and I was getting ready to quit. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea. Kip wasn't do so better though. He was sluggish like me. Idiot.

He sat down on the stool beside me, glass in hand. I gripped my tight, passing it over at him once he finished his. He gave me a skeptical look. "No more." He said putting the glass down on the counter. "Okay..." I replied.

I grabbed my glass again and suddenly hit him over the head with it. He stumbled out of his seat, holding his head where I hit him. "What the fuck was that for?"

I laughed at his reaction. "Nothing." He didn't like my answer. I grabbed his glass and poured myself another. He sat down beside me, holding down his anger. "Sorry Kip..." I muttered, head swaying still. The bottle was still in my hand.

"For w-." I smashed the bottle against the side of his head. He fell to the floor groaning in pain. I stood from my seat, stumbling towards the door. Kip was still on the floor, passing out. Sorry Kip. I grabbed a bottle of water, surprisingly, from the cooler before leaving.

I left the clubhouse, eyes trying to focus. I had to find my way to the border without being seen by the others. Hell if I could see good would help too.

-o-

I staggered for a while, my head spinning slowly now. The whiskey was stronger than what I usually had. I had to sober up soon if I was to make it there. Kip was going to be so mad at me for what I did but he had to understand I needed to leave. The trouble was mine. Just mine.

Danny would be the one to die by my hands. He had to see I wasn't afraid of him anymore.

I opened the bottle, taking large gulps. I walked slowly at first, making sure I wouldn't fall and hurt myself if I went too fast. How long would it take for me to walk? I hoped in less than an hour. I was in no place to break into a car and drive there. Once the bottle was empty I tossed it to the side. I rubbed my eyes so I could see better and sighed. The headache was going away little by little.. Good sign.

I walked for a while, trying to figure out my way to the border of Charming on my own. It was weird how long I've been in Charming but I hadn't seen everything yet. I kept tripping, sometimes by my own feet or just not lifting my foot off the ground far enough. Real annoying too.

I had only been this tipsy once in my life. It was when I was 13, just three years ago. I had gotten one of Danny's liquor bottles, trying to drown out the pain I was feeling after his daily beatings. Only this one was worse, he left me with a black eye and sore ribs. I had ran back to my room, looking over my shoulder as if someone would catch me. He had many men around to catch me in the act. I sat in the farthest corner in my room, opening the bottle. I was hesitant, knowing if he caught me, which he would, I would be in so much trouble. Yet, I didn't care. I wanted to show him I wasn't afraid anymore. He couldn't always control me like he wanted.

Half a bottle later, I was getting the headache and my vision was blurred. Danny entered, as soon as I got up, and he started yelling. One thing led to another and I was on the floor. Only I didn't feel so much pain as I had before. I was numb.

Maybe that's why I drank sometimes. I wanted to feel numb again when I was having problems.

My thoughts jumped back to Kip. I wondered if he was okay, I didn't hit him hard but I hit him hard enough to get away. He was going to be mad, but he wasn't going to be the only one.

-o-

I walked for what seemed like forever. I really needed to take a tour of Charming. Suddenly I was grabbed, a yell escaping, as I was pulled and pushed up against a building wall. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?" My eyes went wide at the voice.

Happy.

Fuck.

I remained silent as he held me against the wall. Kip must have told them I was able to get away. "Answer me Skylar." He growled. I was driving his patience.

"I have to." I told him. He sighed irritated.

"No you don't. You're just going to get killed." He hissed back.

I shoved him away, catching him off guard. I was sober enough now. His eyes narrowed at me as if he couldn't believe what I just did. Before he could tell me something though, his phone rang. He answered his phone with an anger and moved away, out of hearing range. I stayed in my spot against the wall, watching Happy's expressions. He was sounding angry as he talked to the person on the other end.

"Fine." He nearly yelled into the phone, the only reason I heard it. He pointed to me. "Come on."

I walked beside Happy, biting the inside of my cheek. He was acting differently. Did he care that much? No, men like Happy didn't show how much they cared. The whole walk was quiet. He didn't look over at me, just walked fast.

-o-

We ended up at the border, where I originally planned to be alone. Clay and the others stood around, hiding away until it was time. Clay was glaring my way, motioning me to go to him. Happy separated from my side, going to his bike beside Tig and the others. I slowly made my way to Clay. He was sitting on his bike, talking to Jax who was sitting too. Jax gave me a look too but he got off his bike and walked over to Chibs and Juice.

"What the fuck? Prospect calls and tells me you hit him over the head with a whiskey bottle and then run." I nodded slowly, shifting on my feet. "We're going to need you after all." He added a few more seconds. I stared at him, the words not getting to me all the way.

"What?" I questioned.

"You're going to lure Danny to the motel down on the rode. We'll follow 10 minutes after you leave." I gulped. Sounded easy enough but there was the issue of Danny. He wouldn't just stop at a motel unless he had to. Even if I was injured, he wouldn't. Danny was a cold hearted bastard. And then the other problem. What if they didn't make it in time? Danny would have me and he would kill me. Imagine that, you're own father wanting to kill you. It was absurd.

His voice snapped me out of my thoughts. "What?"

He sighed. "I said you'll have to play along to what I'm saying so he'll believe you. I'm going to say things but don't you believe me."

I wasn't liking where this was going but I nodded anyways. It was the only plan we had.

"Clay." We both turned our direction to the sound of a car coming. My stomach was twisting. It was happening. And I could do nothing to stop it.

Fuck...