I decided to just end the never ending day that's been going on for three chapters now in this one last chapter instead of dragging it out anymore. So girl fight postponed, but something much better happens…. :P

I don't want to spoil this weeks episode in case some of you haven't saw it yet but I will say that I have been taking a few of the things that happened into consideration and I want to warn you that I have been taking canon ideas and adding them, so please don't hate me if 'something' goes down. I do not follow the show to a T but I am trying to stay semi close to it.

No monster quote this time around, but one from Lindsey that she's said several times throughout the story…..

Chapter 29

"I've always been a whore"- Lindsey

Self consciously, I unlocked the deadbolt on my front door with a glance over my shoulder at the petite girl standing behind me shivering. "Its not.. Much." I warned her before turning the knob and swinging the door open to let us into the small house.

I flipped the light on to my left, stepping aside to let her in before I pushed the door shut again. It shed a little bit of light on the living room that she was surveying with a close eye, inside of her cheek sucked in. "Living room." I gestured around the space. "Kitchen is through that doorway there straight through. Watch your step, it has a split level."

She nodded going to peek inside from around me as I flipped that light on next, grateful that there weren't any dishes piled in the sink and that everything was sterile clean with the exception of the bong sitting beside the fridge on the counter. I squeezed back around her motioning for her to follow after me. "Bathroom." I pointed at the closed door. "Empty room with weights and shit inside for when I work out." I went further down the hallway pausing at the last door on the right. "And my room."

Lindsey was padding around after me, she'd toed her sneakers off at some point since we stepped inside, and I almost smiled at the neon pink socks she was wearing. She waited for me to open the door before entering, a little flush going down her neck as she looked around my personal space.

The bed was made, everything picked up, yet she was still chewing her cheek peeking around. "Soo…. You haven't said a word since we got here." I tossed her huge bag down on the floor beside my dresser. Whatever Fiasco had stuffed inside of it was heavy as fuck.

"Sorry." She apologized crossing her arms over herself. "Its nice. Really clean. Not what I was expecting at all."

"You think I'm a slob?" I raised my eyebrows up at her in question, kicking off my boots suddenly grateful I was home. I hadn't slept in days. Or ate. Or really showered.

"Most guys are. Fiasco used to-" Lindsey stopped herself blushing averting her gaze from me. "I'm sorry."

I shrugged pulling my rings off one by one lining them across the top of my dresser. "Its fine. You lived with him. Loved him. I get it. I don't like it, but I get it."

She stood watching me undo my belt buckle next, placing it along with the rings. "Is it okay if I take a shower?"

"Only if I get to join you."

"I don't know. I'm celibate now, or so I'm told." She smirked shimmying out of her clothes while I did the same both of us leaving them in a heap on the floor.

I looked over her body, studying her in a normal setting for the first time. She was pale skinned, not a single tat on her flesh anywhere, no piercing either. Her hips jutted out more than they should have giving her the stick thin appearance that I normally frowned at. She stood still letting me get my fill with a bold expression on her face when my eyes finally roved upwards, looking over her long dark hair that had blonde roots showing.

"You're looking at me like you haven't ever saw me before." Lindsey said softly, her own eyes going down my skin.

I could feel her tracing over each of my tats mentally, the same way she liked to trace them with her fingertips once she warmed up enough to touch me. "Not like this I haven't." I gave her a small grin breaking her stare as I started for the bathroom. "I haven't ever checked out Lindsey Jennings, my girlfriend, in the raw before."

She laughed, it was a pretty sound that I decided instantly that I could get used to hearing when I was at home, and trailed after me. "Get used to it. Lindsey Jennings isn't planning on going anywhere anytime soon."

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She fell asleep long before I did curled up in her towel on top of the sheets, wet hair in clumps around her shoulders. I smiled down at her, sitting up with my laptop in my lap beside her. She was in a deep sleep that even Whisper's whining didn't stir her from. She was exhausted.

I waited for the laptop to boot up already having a bad feeling about what I was about to do. It was wrong, it was sneaky, and it was suspect; but it had to be done. I had to know exactly who this girl was that I'd let into my home even if it was just for a night at the moment. I started off with just her name and stats searching for any clue of anything misleading.

At first, nothing was showing up. Then I hit in 'Lindsey Jennings, arrest' and hit the jackpot. There was her record from the Charming PD from when she was 16. Which made her… holy shit… I shot a glance at the girl asleep beside me suddenly feeling extremely creepy. Young had been an understatement.

My pretty girl had drug charges. Two possession charges, one disturbing the peace, and one slander incident. I frowned clicking away intrigued at what I was seeing. All of her charges had been dropped by the commanding officer at the time, Wayne Unser. They knew each other somehow which explained why they were sitting all buddied up when I got to the warehouse today.

What really had the hair on my neck standing up was that all of these charges were with the same person, sometimes an extra guy or two, but mostly just the two of them. Eric Darby. Father was the one and only Ernest fuckin Darby. My skin was prickling looking over the report for the disturbing the peace arrest. She'd been caught in an 'aggressive act of racial supremacy' with Eric Darby and three others.

Was Lindsey a closet racist? I didn't think so. She'd been with brown cock more than once, and seemed to like it. But this shit wasn't making any sense. Whoever she'd tried to file slander charges on, got away with it. It was wiped clear of all names, only dates were shown in the report.

She smiling brightly in her mug shot, all blonde hair and big eyes despite looking nothing like the girl I knew, I saw a resemblance. Lindsey had been the image of white trash at some point. I felt a pang for even thinking that but it was true. Now, she'd transformed into this… superficial looking creature when she went out.

I typed away, hacking into a few more things until I grew tired of the PD reports, I'd dug up everything I could there. Now to see what else there was besides a possible drug using racist being in my bed. Google magic it was. 'Lindsey Jane Jennings, Gannon' was my next try once I'd discovered she didn't use social media. I was rooting through a pile of results when I saw the you tube link, posted from some kid's face book page.

"Dude, watch this shit!" The comment underneath said from exactly 3 years ago.

My eyes traveled back over to her, double checking she was asleep as I turned the volume down and opened the video up. It took a split second to load, and then my stomach plummeted worse than a case of food poisoning. It was her, long blonde hair and no make up, smiling sweet at the camera with Darby; I recognized him from the mug shots.

"Lindsey does what I say, don't you slut?" He was pulling down her shirt, popping each C cup out for the world to see.

Her smile flickered for a brief moment but she nodded, while he whispered in her ear motioning for one of his shithead friends to come closer. Then her jeans were being tugged down as she was hoisted into their arms and being pushed back onto a pool table in someone's grotty basement as a party raged on around them judging by the music and noise surrounding them.

I tuned out whatever they were saying to her. I couldn't hear anything but my own voices "Too good to be true. She's a whore Juice." they were whispering over and over as I watched for ten more seconds, feeling nauseous at how she kept smiling and wrapping her arms around the neck of whoever Darby let go next. They were taking turns. She wasn't fighting back. She looked.. Like she was having fun.

I'd thought she was innocent. So pretty and untouched. And a fucking liar. My blood boiled as I saw Darby reached over grabbing her by the back of the neck. That did it.

I threw the laptop with a sickening clatter into the wall making Whisper jump and run and Lindsey to sit up straight with a gasp. "What happened? Is someone here?" she asked holding her towel up close to her breasts that had been viewed over 20,000 times.

I stood, pressing my fingers into my temples blocking out the voice that was making its way back in again for the second time of the day. "I know." I managed to say between my clenched teeth.

She frowned pulling her legs underneath herself, shifting around. "You know what?" she asked slowly.

"You know what!" I snapped whirling back around. "When were you going to tell me you were Charming High's party favor for your graduating class? That you were a Nazi loving drug addict?!"

Her face went ghost white. "Juice, don't. I can explain!" she pulled herself onto her knees reaching for me.

I shrugged her hand off of my arm. "Don't touch me. Do you not realize I'm… I'm. Puerto Rican? Am I some sort of forbidden lust for you? Was Fiasco?"

"I'm not racist!" She snapped crawling off of the bed and going to her ripping trash bag to pull out clothes quickly. "And yes I know you're Puerto Rican!"

"How in the hell are you not racist? You were arrested for racist acts!"

"Does it even matter?" Lindsey threw the towel down jerking on her clothes at a rapid speed.

She was crying I realized with a shock of remorse for how I was acting. Then I thought back to the way she was smiling in the video, bent over the pool table. "You.. You didn't say shit about this."

She swiped at her cheeks, a full flow of tears rolling down. "Say what? That I was a slut? That my Dad is a member of the A.B and had no problem whoring me out to his buddy's son to get his fix for the day? That I did whatever I had to in order to take care of myself? Is that what you wanted me to say so you could react exactly like this?"

"Or did you want me to tell you that nobody was supposed to see that? They… He promised." Lindsey's was having big choking sobs. "I trusted him, and he did that. He told me it would be hot to see me with someone else. I was stupid enough to believe him and guess what Juice? He dumped me the next morning. And my mother threw her vodka bottle at me because she couldn't use my pussy to get another gram!"

"You're pretty girl isn't so pretty is she?" She snapped shoving her sockless feet into her sneakers in her rush to go… where I wasn't sure. "Guess what else? Want to know another secret?"

It was like a dare, one that I didn't want to take. I was watching possibly my shortest relationship ever go down the drain. "What? What in the hell else could you possibly be hiding?"

Lindsey grabbed her trash bag retying it, still crying some. "You want to know why I'm homeless Juice? Why I couldn't give you an address to take me to tonight when we left the warehouse, before you decided to bring your whore home with you? I'm homeless because of you. All of you."

Her tone was down right eerie. Like she'd been holding that one in for a while. I shot her a scalding glance. "You're not making any fucking sense. And I don't know if I should believe any of the shit you're saying."

She scoffed pulling her hair into a messy ponytail before grabbing the bag again to start dragging out of the room across the carpet. "You. Your club. My dad got clean. Things were decent and then you know what happened? He was at a friend's house and you shot the place up after they carved a swastika into Unser. Bullet lodged into his spine. He got hooked on pain meds again because of your fucking club. I went hungry because you.. You assholes shot him!"

"They're all dead." I said slowly processing what she'd just said. "They have to be. I was there Lindsey. Your dad wouldn't have…."

"Lived? He almost didn't if Darby wouldn't have called the second he got back to his workshop. My mom threw me out the second she found out I started working at Diosa. You guys were the only ones that would hire me because you didn't know who I was. Poor white trash whore with druggie parents."

"I didn't know Lindsey, I swear to god…" I started to say but she cut me off with a look that could kill.

"Brooke knows about the video. We were in high school together. She's two years younger than I am. Maybe you can talk to her and keep her from telling everyone else you almost fell for Charming High's party favor." The hurt in her voice was evident. "Anything else you want to tell me about myself that you learned from you tube?"

My head was going to explode with everything running through it at once. Voices. Thoughts. Watching Lindsey pulling her bag down my hallway to leave. I'd shot her dad. I was there. I'd had a gun in my hand. I did this to her. Hungry and homeless because of the club.

"Stop." I said hoarsely blinking up at the ceiling. "Don't leave."

Lindsey's bag stopped rustling along the floor. "Why not? You don't trust me. You didn't even ask me about myself. Or give me the chance to tell you anything. I'm so… so…" her voice cracked. "I'm… embarrassed."

"I thought this was shit that you kinda should have mentioned. Most people would tell their very brown boyfriend if their father was an A.B member that would gut him for touching his daughter." I told her still feeling pissed about this entire night. "You should have told me your situation."

"I didn't want you to know." She shielded her face away from me with her hands. "Its mortifying me to be talking about this with you. I never wanted you to know any of this. Ever."

"But you can't keep secrets if this is what you want." I pointed out. "You think I care that you're homeless?"

She was starting to calm down some, breathing slowing and less sobs. "I care okay? I don't want to be some charity case whore you brought home because she had nowhere else to go and that's exactly what happened tonight. I tried to get you to back off before we even left. At the docks even. You…" She finally dared a glance at me. "You knew this entire time, didn't you?"

Now I was the one embarrassed. "I… suspected." I told her without details. I didn't want to rat Nero out on filling me in on everything. "I'd heard things. But I didn't know about everything else. Shit, I was just checking to make sure I hadn't brought a drug addict serial killer home."

"You could have asked me." Lindsey whispered a few stray tears falling down. "But you didn't. You've never asked me about myself Juice. I told you I had something to talk to you about and you brushed it off."

I had. I remembered her saying that earlier in the sunlight at the warehouse looking up at me from beneath her eyelashes. I hadn't listened to her, yet again. "I'm sorry okay? Its just been one hell of a long day."

Lindsey nodded in agreement, looking all of her 20 years now that I knew her actual age. "I know. I've tried to be patient, go slow, take my cues from you since this afternoon. I didn't want to push more on you tonight after the Abel thing."

I almost winced at the memory of that. The glitter in my eyes that she'd washed out with a gentle touch until I could see again. The way she'd hugged me and whispered to me while my mind tried to take over. She'd stopped it. "Just answer me this last thing tonight; should I be expecting the A.B to come beat down my door and light a cross in my yard?"

She bit her lip before answering, making me nervous. "My dad doesn't know where I am. Not unless Wayne tells him. But no, he won't bring the others. He's just not going to like this very much. I can't.. go home. You asked me that too. I can't go home, he won't have me there anymore now that I…"

"Now that you fucked outside your race and hopped in bed with his enemy." I finished wondering if her dad had been any of the guys at the meet earlier. I couldn't tell her that though. She'd just have to think we were at odds with them until everything was officially worked out.

Because now I was questioning whether or not I could trust her inside of my home, my personal life.

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Lindsey's POV

My life had turned into a living nightmare from hell. Coworkers were all shot up by Chinese gangsters, Fiasco threw me out, Juice knew… everything.

He was uncomfortable, awkward, and nervous as he grabbed my bag back from my hands lifting it easily with one arm. "I'm sorry, I didn't know. I didn't have a clue that.. It was my fault."

Part of me wanted to tell him "No Juice its not really your fault." But as much as I wanted to, I felt differently whenever I thought of the nights I spent dumpster diving, going to bed hungry, and my father. Things had been going great until it had happened, until Darby called saying he needed us to hurry up and get over to backwoods rundown house where my dad was bleeding out in a heap in the living room.

"I don't want to talk about that." I told him softly sitting down on the edge of his fluffy bed, exhaustion setting in.

"Just answer me this, and I'll let you go back to bed." Juice dropped the bag back in the corner on his way over to me, dropping down to his knees in front of me. "Is this for real or are you out for some sort of revenge?"

I was offended at first by his question. Then, I couldn't really blame him for asking. It all looked suspicious from the outside. "Its real Juice. I wouldn't have ever let it go this far if it wasn't."

He nodded taking each of my hands in his own, his chin resting on my knees. "I won't say anything to anyone right now, but I'll have to at some point Lindsey. About your dad anyways. The other…" He trailed off with a grimace.

A new head rush of tears made my temples hurt. "I've always been a whore Juice. It doesn't bother me. I know what I am."

But I'd wanted to be something else, someone better. Someone that was his innocent pretty girl, not a pawn played by her parents for their own benefit. For too long I'd been Eric Darby's play thing. I couldn't say that he wasn't halfass decent to me, but at the same time he was a jerk.

"Hey." Juice squeezed my hands gazing up at me through his too pretty for a man lashes. "I don't think that about you. I really don't. I just don't understand a few things is all."

"I wanted him to like me Juice." I looked away, my voice thick. "I did whatever I thought would keep him. I just wanted someone so bad. Someone to care what happened to me."

The same way I'd been so eager to please him. And Fiasco. Whatever it took to keep someone interested because I didn't want to be alone. I didn't do so well on my own.