More than a week had passed since Grace had said her goodbyes to Juice. Since that moment there hadn't been a single genuine smile on her face. She missed him. She wanted to see him, hear his voice, look into those beautiful eyes, she wanted to feel those butterflies in her stomach as he smiled at her. More than once she had been on the verge of sending him a text, telling him she missed him, but she had resisted the temptation to seek contact. It was almost driving her crazy – and this was only a week. It was more than just missing someone. She missed her friends in her hometown too, but this was different. She didn't know if that longing to him would ever be answered again, she had no idea if they could have a future. And worst of all: this hadn't been their own decision. Neither of them had wanted this. She tried to be busy as much as she could, for the days she was at home were the worst. Most of the days she was working and in the evening she hang out with Adrian, preparing the fundraiser. Their plan had been received with enthusiasm, and her parents had been very proud of her. Her mother couldn't stop talking about Adrian, he was just the most perfect human being on earth, and Grace knew she only said that in the hope that she would forget about Juice. But every time she was alone, every time there was no distraction, her thoughts shot back to the biker. She feared the nights, that were filled with dreams where they were together; sometimes just talking, but often kissing, cuddling or even making love.

It was one of those nights now; she sat on the edge of her bed, her pillow wedged in her arms as her heart was racing in her chest. Shreds of the last dream were gliding through her mind. His lips had been around her nipple, his fingers inside her panties. Closing her eyes, she tried to remember how it had really felt. Her hand glided across her pajamas bottoms, pressing her fingers across the inside of her thigh, to her crotch. For a moment the idea to touch herself crossed her mind, a second later she felt disgusted by herself. "This has to stop," she whispered to herself. This was getting worse by the day. She put the light on the lamp on nightstand on, left the bed and knelt down in front of a drawer. Thinking about what her mother had said, she took the belt from it and kept sitting on her knees.

"Forgive me Father for I have sinned," she whispered. "Purify my thoughts, make these feelings go away. Let the pain be the hand that guides me back to You." Her fingers were trembling as she took off her shirt, but she was still determined. She trusted her mother. This had helped her to find back the right way, to stay faithful to God. She took the buckle in her hand, stretched it forward and flipped the belt over her shoulder. She gasped as the leather hit her back. "Harder," she whispered, repeating the act. The second time there was a slapping sound and she flinched because of the sharp pain. Tears were burning in her eyes. Was this enough? No, the first time had been too soft. Again she whipped herself. Her body jolted and a whimper left her lips. Her whole back seemed to be burning, not only at the part that she had treated with the leather. A tear escaped her eyes. Carefully, she put on her shirt and laid down on her stomach, biting her lip. It helped. For the rest of the night, the pain was all she could think of.

. . .

A week has passed and in that time a lot happened to Faye. She had quit her job because she found it too hard to work with children ‒ even though it was her dream job. Who knows, maybe it would work again some time, but not at the moment. She had barely spoken to Happy during that time, generally speaking she had kept aloof from the club unless she wanted to see Juice.

The only one who knew more about Faye's feelings was Gemma, though she had promised Faye nothing to say anything, and she believed her mother. Still, it wasn't easier. Happy was still in her mind all day, but she had to deal with the fact that he wasn't the type for a relationship ‒ and she certainly didn't want to lose him as a friend. In order to distract herself she had looked around for a new job and was allowed to work on a trial for two days. It was in a small bar, she hadn't found anything else in a hurry.

Right now she was just leaving a store in town, throwing some bags of new clothes into the trunk before getting into the car. Sighing, she leaned back, took her phone out of her pocket, and wrote Grace a text. Hey, we haven't seen each other since last time. How about we meet tomorrow? I miss you. Hopefully, Grace wanted to do something with her. Sure, the two were different, but Faye really missed her.

Faye went home, telling Gemma that she had the new job now and would start working there tomorrow night. The woman was happy for her daughter, especially because she felt that it would be a good distraction from Happy and all the other things. And she was right.

Faye put her cup of coffee aside and turned to Gemma. "I have to be at a friend's house soon, don't wait for me tonight. He shows me some tricks on how to make the job even more fun," she explained, looking forward to it.

"Or he'll show you some other things. But be careful," Gemma grinned, giving her a kiss on the cheek.

"Mom, I won't talk to you about such things." Amused, she looked at her mom and then got her bag, looked at the mirror in the hallway and went outside to her car. It was already late, but that didn't bother her. The guy lived twenty minutes away, so it wasn't a long drive.

After she had gotten into the car, she started the music and relaxed, enjoying the silence. She was curious to what her colleague would show her. Was her mom right? Was he expecting more of the evening? Maybe, but tonight she just wanted to make new friends.

After about ten minutes she realized that a car behind her was getting faster and closer to hers. Faye stopped at the side of the road and waited for the car to drive past her, but it didn't. Instead, a young woman got out of the car, a few seconds later knocking on the window.

A little skeptical Faye opened the window and then the woman began to talk in panic. "You have to help me, my baby has swallowed something and I don't know what to do!"

A bit overwhelmed, Faye got out, having no idea what she should do now, but she couldn't just drive on, maybe she could really help the baby. The woman was so desperate that it would be inhumane not to help.

"Where is it?" she asked, trying to stay calm.

The blonde woman opened a door to the car and pointed inside, causing Faye to lean into the car and pulling the blanket away from the child.

Quickly, it became clear that it wasn't a real baby but a doll. Before Faye could turn around again, she felt a heard hit on the back of her head.

. . .

Clay had told him to tail Faye, just like the days before. Ever since she had been in the hospital he wanted someone around her. Thanks to their last conversation, Miles had kept into the shadows, so that she probably didn't even know that he was around. When a woman ran to Faye's care and started to yell some hysterical things, he was immediately alarmed. He sped up his pace and rode to the van. The moment before he reached the girls, the blonde hit Faye against the head. Miles didn't hesitate. He pulled his gun and aimed it at the girl. "Step away from her!" he shouted, while Faye's unconscious body dropped on the ground.

The blonde stared at him with eyes wide. Miles didn't know what to do; should he keep her at gunpoint or should he focus on Faye? There was a head wound from which she was bleeding steadily. More people had gathered around them and the girl started to get nervous. Suddenly she slipped back in the car, before Miles could convince himself to shoot her. There were so many people around and she was unarmed; he was afraid she would press charges at him. He rode his bike to the side of the road, lifted up the girl and carried her to the sidewalk. "Faye?" he asked. "Can you hear me?"

As she heard a familiar voice she slowly opened her eyes. Her head hurt, she felt dizzy and everything seemed to turn around. "Y-yeah..." she mumbled, holding on to him tightly. "What happened? W-why are you here?" She barely looked at him, her eyes were closing again.

"Clay sent me after you to keep an eye on you," he answered, lowering her a bit so she could stand. "That girl knocked you down, I guess she's with Zobelle and tried to... kidnap you or something."

Faye shook her head, letting out a gasp. "Ah shit... my head..." she growled softly. "That stupid asshole... why me?" At the moment it really wasn't great to be the president's daughter. She was the easiest way to hurt Clay, that was just great. "Can you ‒ can you bring me home, or to the club? But away from here please." Her head still hurt and all the people around them annoyed her.

"I will take you to the clubhouse." He parked his bike on the sidewalk, picking that up later. Faye's car was still in the middle of the road, causing a traffic jam. "Let's get into your car." He laid a hand around her elbow as they crossed the road and let her go as they approached the seats. He sat down behind the steering wheel, the key was still on it and drove back to the clubhouse.

She didn't say a word, just let him help her. No matter what had happened over a week ago, she was thankful that he was here to help her. Who knows what would've happened otherwise. "Thank you," she girl whispered, pressing a hand against the wound in her head. It wasn't a big one, it would probably be better tomorrow, but the fear was back. They already took the most important thing from her. What did they want? Break her completely?

Miles just nodded, even thought it had been nothing but his duty to keep her safe. As soon as they arrived at TM, he went inside and told Jax what had happened, who turned to his little sister immediately.

Faye stared at the ground and took a smoke. When her brother came outside she raised her head to look at him.

"You okay?!" the man asked worried, taking her into his arms after she put the cigarette out on the ground.

"Yeah... I am," she answered with a shaky voice, burying her face on his chest. "But this is too much! What comes next?!" she looked up at him again, tears in her eyes.

"Nothing, because this asshole is dead soon!"

It didn't take long before everyone knew what had happened to Faye. Before they went to chapel, Clay walked towards Happy and told him to keep his daughter close and away from the clubhouse until the bastard was dead. Happy nodded, ignoring how he really felt about being around Faye, and walked up to the girl. "Ima take you home."

Jax nodded at Happy's words. "Yeah, you won't come back here until we took care of the problem." He kissed her forehead and went back inside to talk with Clay.

Faye swallowed and wiped away some tears. "No I ‒ I can go alone, really," she looked at him. Shit, she had tried so hard to stay away from him, but now her feelings hit her like a truck.

"Not gonna happen. Come on, you got your own personal lock down at my house. I'll make sure no one will get near you."

"Wait what? For how long? What about all my stuff? I was just about to start a new job!" She couldn't stay inside forever, especially not in Happy's house. There however was a tingling sensation in her stomach.

"I'll escort you to your work," Happy shrugged. "And we can get your stuff."

"Well, that sounds like a good plan actually..." She had to admit that, but there were still her feelings. "You know this is going to be hard, right? You really want to do this?" she asked softly, wrapping her arms around her body.

"I'm just doing what I'm told," he answered shrugging. "This is just about keeping you safe." As long as they kept their clothes on and she wasn't getting drunk, they should be fine.

"Eh... sure..." she replied, her voice sounding insecure. But what should she do? She could do nothing about it. "Okay then, let's go. I want to wash that blood out of my hair."

Without thinking, Happy grabbed her face and looked at the wound to assess if it should be stitched. "Looks ugly. Let Chibs take a look at it."

Faye sighed. "Oh great. I swear, if I find that bitch..." she mumbled. She had actually no idea who that woman was, but there was no doubt that se was linked to Zobelle.

. . .

Adrian just left his apartment to visit Grace. They had spent a lot of time together the past week and he enjoyed it. But he wasn't stupid and he knew that she missed Juice, she barely smiled. When he reached her house, he knocked on the door and only a few moments later her mom opened the door. "Adrian, come in!" she smiled happily and stepped aside. "Grace, sweetheart, Adrian's here!"

There were red welts on her back, Grace had seen as she had dressed herself this morning. Her bra was crossing one of them, making it hurt even more. She however didn't regret what she had done last night; the pain was a constant reminder of what she had done wrong and it helped to ward off any inappropriate thoughts about Juice. When her mother called that Adrian was there, she started to get a little nervous. What if he would see that she was hurt? She would have to pay attention to herself, to every move she made.

"Hey, you can come up," she said. By miracle her mother was fine with Adrian and her being in her bedroom; she clearly believed Adrian was a fine young man who would never do anything with her. She however didn't complain, being glad they could be alone. They had a lot to discuss; their fund raiser was already within a week. They had spread leaflets to welcome all citizens of Charming, and they would organize a yard sale, there was a bouncy castle for the kids and there would be a stage were some bands would perform. They had a few more ideas, which they would discuss today.

Adrian smiled friendly at Grace's mother and went upstairs to Grace's room. He closed the door behind him an smiled at the girl. "Hey, I'm sorry that I'm so early, but I thought you'd be already awake." For a moment, he studied her before he sat down on the bed. "How did you sleep?"

"It was okay," Grace answered. The first half of the night she had slept well, the last part the pain had kept her from sleeping. But at least she wasn't telling him lies. "You slept well too?"

"Yeah? Okay good," he nodded. Was she telling him the truth? He'd probably never find out. "I slept good, thanks! So, are there more ideas for the event or do you think we have enough? I mean, I'm not sure."

Grace stood up and took her notes from her desk, looking them over. "Hmm, maybe some kind of activity?" She sighed, she lacked a clear head. "Maybe some games? Fishing ducks, trowing cans, you know, for children. Paintball for teens? A football cage? Or something creative, some workshop that old women like?" She smirked. "I don't know... so many different people, so many different interests..."

Adrian listened, and he had to admit that she definitely had way more ideas than he had. "Wow, I like all of them, but we can't do all of it. The old women thing is great", he grinned. "But for real, it's great, also the football cage and fishing ducks." The kids would have much fun there, so why not?

"Okay, I'll look for a place where I can rent the ducks and the football cage. You know someone who can do the creative thing? Or wait, I'll ask my dad if he can announce Sunday that we are looking for someone to do a creative workshop. I'm sure someone will respond."

"My mom could do the creative thing, I'm sure she'd love it, she always loved stuff like that," he said smiling.

Grace was really excited about the fundraiser, and the corners of her mouth curled up a little. "Polly and Hank are taking care of the food, and I have found three bands that want to perform. I think we're really well on the way!"

"Really? Three bands? That's amazing, didn't thought that." Now he was even more excited for the event and it seemed that Grace was too.

"Yeah, I found a new piano teacher a few days ago and he knew enough musicians who want to help us out." She flipped through the notebook again. "I think we should meet up later this week with the others to make a scheme, to divide the tasks on the day itself." She clicked with her pen. "Oh, you know what will offer us a lot of money too? If we're doing a lottery with sponsored stuff." It might be a bit late to set it up, but Charming was a small town and everyone already knew about the fundraiser. Finding sponsors wouldn't be that hard, she hoped.

"Yes, good idea. I'm free the whole day." He ruffled his hair. "A lottery would be great, I'm sure many would join."

Grace glanced at her watch. The shops were already open. "Should we go to town now and approach the different shops?" she proposed.

Adrian nodded and she stood up. She took her phone from the night stand and discovered that she had an unread text message. In a flash she hoped it was Juice. Of course it wasn't, she thought with a inward sigh, they had decided not to contact each other and this time he wasn't stepping boundaries. She however still felt nervous as she opened Faye's message; they hadn't spoken since their last fight and Grace hadn't known what to say to her. She still believed in the words she had spoken to her friend. A slight smile appeared on her face as the girl told her she missed her. Grace however had to admit she was glad they hadn't seen each other, for she was sure the girl would have reminded her of Juice. Still, she hadn't forgotten about everything Faye had gone through and she still wanted to support her, despite her own messed up feelings. Sure, the texted back. My parents go visit some people from church tomorrow night, we'd be safe for at least two hours.

. . .

Faye felt her phone buzzing in her pocket. When she saw that it was a message from Grace, a smile formed on her lips, no matter in what situation she was right now. The last week there had been a strange feeling in her stomach because they hadn't talked. Sounds good, but could you come over to Happy's house? I'll give you the address, she texted back.

Grace tensed as she saw Happy's name. She hadn't forgotten about his cold glance, and she still had no idea what Faye liked about him. He treated her like a toy ‒ at least, that was what Grace thought when Faye talked about them. Were they are couple now? Could that be? Why? she texted back.

Because my dad wants me to stay at his house until the problem with Zobelle is solved. Some blond woman tried to kidnap me, but Miles was there, she texted. There was no reason to lie, she was sick of lying and pretending that everything was a fairy tale.

Grace stared at her phone. What? Had her friend almost been kidnapped? And did she mean Ethan Zobelle ‒ Polly's father? No, he was always so friendly and polite, that must be based on a misunderstanding! I'll come over now, she texted back. I'll figure something out with my parents. That wasn't that hard, she didn't even have to say something. Her parents would think that she was with Adrian.

Faye stared at her phone for a few seconds. "Well, that was fast..."she murmured to herself. But was it a good time for her to show up now? What if she'd be the next target? Okay, but be careful please, she texted and put her phone away.

I will. Grace shoved back the device in her pocket and walked to Adrian, who had given her some space after he had seen that her text was serious. "Faye has almost been kidnapped," she said to him as she reached him outside her room. "I'm going to her now. Can you visit the shops by yourself?"

Adrian looked at Grace with wide eyes. "What? Kidnapped?! What is going on there?" He could have saved this question. They always had enemies, a reason why it wasn't the best idea to hang out with the club. "Yes sure, but do you really want to go there alone? I can come with you."

Grace hesitated. Kidnapping was a serious crime, but why would she be a target? She wasn't connected to the club, not like Faye, as the daughter of the President. It was clear the bikers had pissed someone off. Not someone, a voice whispered in her head. Zobelle. Ethan Zobelle.'What had been his plan? Did he just want to scare off the Sons? She didn't understand, she couldn't see how such a friendly man would do such a thing. "She texted Zobelle was behind it. Do you think she meant Polly's father or just someone with the same name?"

Adrian frowned. No, he couldn't believe that Polly's father would do such a thing. Sure, many people hid their real personality behind a mask, but Zobelle? "I don't know, maybe there is another Zobelle. But Ethan? He's way too nice for it. Why should he ruin his business and connections with things like that?"

It was a relief that Adrian thought the same about Ethan. "It has to be a coincidence," she nodded. "I think I'm good, I can't think of any reason why someone who want to hurt me, but if you feel happier about it you can come too? Or at least make sure I'll get there safe?"

"Well, you know... Juice. They could have seen you with him. But let's not talk about him, I'll get you there." He smiled briefly and got with her into his car. "As it seems, Faye is okay. At least she's not in the hospital again."

"Yes, that's a relief," she sighed, even though she started to wonder now if that really had been an accident. She sat down and fastened the seat belt. Would she really be in danger because of Juice? She couldn't imagine, they had barely been outside the clubhouse or his house together. But Polly did know about them...

Adrian parked his car in front of the house. "Want me to wait ?"

"Uhm no, I plan to stay for a while. I'll give you a call if I want to leave, then you can try to get some items for the lottery in the meantime, okay?"

"Okay sure, I'll do that. See you later." He smiled briefly and waited until she got inside. Only then he left and took care of the things they'd planned.