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HARLEY's POV

I tried to keep my eyes closed as long as possible. The more I stayed in bed and made no noise the more time I had to think the plan through again. Plus it was still freaky as fuck to open my eyes and see my moms old room.

I had stayed away from it ever since she died even when I lived here. I thought Denise, or Nana as I used to call her, had turned it into a laundry room or something like that. I remember how it actually took me a few seconds to realize that I wasn't nine years old the first time I woke up in here.

I heard all the footsteps that ran around my childhood home so I finally opened my eyes. I knew that two dudes were standing in front of my door. Just as two other dudes were standing in front of the door of the room right next to me. My old room in which now Billy was held captive.

We also knew that behind those doors one of the guards was acting as one of Darbys men playing along to take the others out and let us escape.

It's kinda sad that it took me stabbing one of those freaks for Darby to actually grow some balls. Now that the only daughter of them who had been held here as well was free he was ready to take some risks. God knows where that bitch ran to, but I hope she ran far.

Like California far.

Blowing up that gas station was my last brilliant idea. I hoped CNN was going to spread this shit worldwide. Taking that Creed was just as quiet as usual that plan failed. I had always been skeptical about this sheriff department. I had gotten away with some stuff way to easily. Of course I was happy about it when I was fourteen and sat in one of those questioning rooms after lighting up some fireworks in the school gym. But now that I had the bigger picture... This town was fucked up.

Staying as quiet as possible I got out of moms old bed to lift up the mattress.

There they were. Moms letters to me.

Denise had fucked up big time by letting the room stay the same. Mom had given up, but that didn't stop her from trying to save me. It was a long desperate shot, but I knew she was celebrating till it still hit bullseye. I got them.

I took the first one. The clearest one.

My little Harley,

I can't believe I have to write these lines but we have a really messed up family. I don't even know if you are ever going to read them. Gosh you are only four years old.

But I have a reason to believe that your dad and his friends won't find us, honey. And your grandma is doing stuff to me. I don't know what it is, I keep zoning out.

I thought it was the food so I refused to eat but then I blacked out in the shower. After trying to stay away from that room for a while I woke up just now after sleeping for two days. I don't know what to do. So I can only try to tell you the truth.

Your grandma is a horrible person. Grandpa is letting her have her way cause he is scared of her, so you can't rely on him. Your grandma's way of seeing the world scares the hell out of me.

I ran away when I was 16 years old, honey. I couldn't stand it. I just up and left. It was the easiet thing I did. Until I walked towards the aisle to marry your dad.

I somehow found my way towards Charming, our home. There I met our family that I hope is coming anyday honey. But I overheard grandpa mumbling something about 'nobody looking for a corpse'. So I have a feeling that the person who took us made it look like we are dead.

My heart breaks when I think about you and your dad. I get so angry, honey. This isn't fair.

Why did I hesitate when Darby stood at our front door. Why did I ever talk to him. I should have seen the connection. He has a freaking swatiska on his chest. I tried to believe in the good side of people, Harley. I really did. But some people are just plain evil. I remember he whispered he was sorry as he numbed me. That he had to do this. There is always a choice, honey. Always. No matter how much money your grandma gave him, and it was a lot of what she told me we cost her, there is always a choice. He brought us to hell for twenty thousand dollars.

Your home is in Charming, California, honey. Your father is Alexander Trager. He is part of the Sons of Anarchy. That is our family. Your godmother is Gemma Morrow. Please find them. I sneaked out of the garden to bring some letters form your father to a bank outside of Creed where they are kept till...well...till me and/or your grandparents are dead. I was so close to keep running but i couldn't keep you here. who knows what she would do i when she realized I escaped.

The other letters were similar, but the more she wrote the sloppier her handwriting got and she couldn't keep track of her thoughts. But she got me all I needed. A will to fight. The woman that raised me drugged my mother and paid Darby to make it look like we were dead so my father wouldn't look for us. Bitch.

How did I not see all of this? Denise had never shown any signs of being part of the freaking KKK. I should have seen it. Shouldn't she have tried to teach me her way of thinking? How did I never realize that there wasn't a single black student at my school. How could I have been so blind?

And how could I have let Darby get into my head like that? If I hadn't let him in I would have never thought that my Dad wasn't my Dad. I wouldn't have felt this doubt that kept me from bonding with him. I wouldn't have had to rely on Juice. Jax wouldn't have beat Juice up. And maybe he wouldn't have slept with some whore. And I wouldn't have ran out of the clubhouse.

I still tasted bile every time I thought about the last time I saw him. Or rather his naked sexy ass. Wanker. But I still hoped, prayed, for him to show up like some fucking knight in shining amor and save me. This wasn't about being a dimsel in distress. I was literally locked up and needed someone to save me.

Dad.

I miss him so much. He has been through so much because of my fucking grandma and now this. I needed to get home. Fast.

It was freaking rocket science to communicate since the stabbing-a-nazi-and-burning-a-gas-station-incident, but we still managed. Billie was locked up right next to me. It was a big mistake to hold me in my old house. Cause what they didn't know was that there was a hole in the wall that connected the closets in the adjoining room. I had been too afraid to tell Denise when I was twelve. I had tried on my rollerskates in my room and crashed right into my closet. I just placed boxes in front of it and it was still there. It wasn't big but enough for Billie and I to talk, even hold hands once when he almost lost it.

He had been pretty beaten up. Not enough that he had been shot but the guys saw him as a traitor now. He had to get out of here as soon as possible as well.

Good thing was that he had to go out to be beaten up. Big mistake on their part. Cause that way he was able to talk to Darby who was in charge of the punishment. And Darby wanted out as well.

I knew from Billie that the Nordics had been given money to repeat their act from twelve years ago. Bringing me back to Creed. But apparently Darby had grown something like a heart. He did like my mother back then and felt horrible for doing it the first time. So his genius plan was to scare me away and tell me that my father wasn't my father. He wanted me to leave on my own. And so the KKK got impatient and took something from him. And then something else. And then all of us. They were all scared shitless. Must suck to be the ones that are seen as the lower race for once.

Did I trust Darby. Hell no. But I kinda trusted Billie. He told me about the fight he had with Jax. About how he ran as long as he could but was still found. He hadn't been with the Nordics for long when I first showed up in Charming. He just wanted to be a part of something. He chose the wrong something. He knew that now.

I quietly walked towards the closet and to the wall whispering his name to see if he was awake. Instead of answering he also walked to the closet.

"You okay?" He asked, since we agreed to only talk when it was necessary.

"Yeah. Just read my moms letter again... How are you feeling? You think you can run?"

"Yeah should be possible. If not... who cares, I will make it work."
"Is everyone ready?"
"I talked to Darby just yesterday night. Whistler will be at your door and Darby on mine tonight. At around nine they will knock on our doors. By that time the first two will be dead."

I swallowed hearing that. I did stab one of them out of the blue and still didn't know if that dude still lived but actually planning to kill people felt weird. We all didn't know where all of this was going, what the actual plan was. Why did they bring us here? How long are we gonna live?

I had a feeling that they didn't plan to kill me since they wanted me here so badly but who knew for the other guys. I actually felt bad for the Nordics. Who would have thought?

"You still down for it are you?" Billie asked since I hadn't answered yet.
"Of course. I stabbed one of those fuckers and blew up a building. I am more than down for it. I'm just worried about not knowing how many of them are there. We know the steet is full of them but since the gas station we can expect the sheriffs to be a part of it as well."
"Darby said the same thing. That's why it's important we don't hesitate to shoot you hear me? When you get the gun tonight you have to be ready to shoot it."
"I practiced when you were busy scaring me." I told him remembering the shooting lesson I had with dad and how proud he was when I hit that beer can. I couldn't help but wonder if he would cheer for me tonight everytime I hit a ghost costume.

"Did I ever apologize for that? For shooting the pub..."
"Not that I remember?"

Billie really was going through a change since he arrived here. He was young and could still turn his life around. And he knew he made some mistakes. I was happy for him realizing it all on his own.

"I'm sorry for trying to kill you and your spanish friend. We didn't want to kill you though we just wanted ..."
"To scare me. I know. And what about that fucked up stunt in that ghost house at fun town anyway? Was that you as well?"
"Come again?"
"In that creepy bathroom with the sheets hanging around..."

I stopped explaining when I saw his confused look. And our eyes got wide with realization.

"They were already watching us back then." I said and he nodded. Now I felt like throwing up.

"Is there anything you want me to bring from your old room?" He asked when we calmed down from the shock. "You have a ton of stuffed animals in here. Any favorites?"

I shook my head.

"They were all presents from Denise and people around here. I don't ever wanna see this shit again. I brought the most important stuff to Charming anyway. The only thing I wanna bring is here with me."

"Did you read the letter to your dad yet?"
"No you noisy bastard. She wrote that for him and only him. I can't wait to give it to him. I'm scared of how he will react but at least he will have a goodbye from her. After all this time..."

There had been a letter with my dads name on it along with all those letters to me. I knew that it was a goodbye. And he needed to read it.

"That they had in common. Except their first name of course. Writing letters." Billie said and I nodded my head.

"Still can't believe I didn't recognize that handwriting. Yes they are freaking similar but still... I should have known."
"We were messing with your head Harley. We made you see what we wanted you to see. It's not your fault. None of this."

There was a lot of footsteps running around now so we both hurried up to get away form the closets. I put the letters back under the mattress and sat down on the bed just in-time before my door opened.

"He wants to see you." The gofer who I didn't even bother to know the name of kept looking at me waiting for me to get up.

"As far as I know he probably has enough pictures of me. He can look at them. I'm not feeling like it." I leaned back on the bed and crossed my arms behind my head. They all had been running low on patience with me since the incident so it was no surprise that he walked closer and grabbed my feet to pull me off my bed. I started to kick and scream insults at him but he still managed to get me out of the room and carried me down into my old living room.

It was really creepy how everything looked exactly the same as I left it even though those wankers used it as their head quarters. I knew it was to mess with my mind. That this was my home. Problem was, Denise didn't raise no fool. At least I hoped so.

The brainless gorilla dropped me to the floor.

"hey hey hey Mickey. Not that rough. I think she was punished enough." I heard the voice that gave me the chills talk. I got up to look at him and there he was. In front of me stood Charles Goodman. The fucking Mayor of Creed. And aparently the equivalent to Clay here. He was the boss of this group.

"Oh. Don't play with me Charles. You might get my hopes up of getting desert again."
"Harley. I really missed your jokes the last few days. I did a lot of thinking. Do you remember the one time when the town got together to see the eclipse and everyone in junior high had to write a fantasy story about it as a competition? I still have your story in my office. I know it by heart."

"I don't remember writing anything."
"Oh you did. The story has two words. Screw you."

"Ahhh... yeah all my imagination came up with that. Amazing hmm?" talking to that asshole made me wanna throw up in his face. He looked like a typicall grandpa turned politcian. His silver hair was trimmed to the approval of the U.S. Navy and he always wore a cardigan in a horrible colour. He didn't have many wrinkles yet but a scar on his right eyebrow. He seemed like a James Bond villian in disguse. He whished he was.

"I was hoping that we could get to talking terms again. Did you calm down?"
"As calm as a gold fish." I crossed my arms not taking my eyes off of him.

"Good. Peter is all good by the way. He lost a lot of blood but you didn't do too much damage. He will be up like nothing happaned very soon."

I did feel some kind of relief hearing that and I knew that it showed on my face. Damn it.

"I know you didn't wanna hurt anybody. You freaked out. It's is understandable. Everyone can get confused at times."

He was repeating the exact same words that he spoke to me at the gas station. He tried to sound like a caring father and it was pissing me off. But the safest bet was to play along.

"You could say so."

"Now that we have all calmed down I realized that your action were... understandable. I mean, you must be going crazy not knowing why you are finally back home." he started to walk around. We both knew he was keeping this information from me on purpose.

"So now I decided it was time to tell you. Other than you belonging here, since you grew up here and have been part of our community for most of your life of course, it was time that you should meet your future partner."

There was silence.

"Come again..." I started giving him another chance to repeat that shit.

"Your mother had so many plans for you Harley. The schools you would go to, the friends you would make, the job you would have. And of course the man you would marry. We like to think that our parents know what's best for us but since your mother had this... little flaw, your grandma took that role for her."

I was ready to jump that fucker. They actually tried to make me believe my mom had been sick, that they tried to medicate her when in fact they had been drugging her until her body coudln't take it anymore. They had been killing my mother for years.

And what was that shit with marrying.

"So... you are playing matchmaker?"
"Oh no. We had a lot of options and your grandma took her time and got to know each and everyone who was interested and she chose a very good gentleman for you Harley. He is from Boston."

"Uhhh Boston." was this shit really happening now?

"He will be here in about two days so you can get to know eachother. And then you will be able to pack your stuff and go with him."

I heard crickets in my mind. He was serious.

I didn't know what to do. Should I start running. Should I play along? What should I do now? Dad please help me.

"It is a lot to take in I know. I think we can all agree that we were lucky we got you out of Charming before the little Teller messed more with your head. Did you know he is still seeing this little whore?" he walked to his briefcase and took out an envelope. He gave it too me and I took it.

In it were large print out photos. I quickly had to look away from them but it was like an accident. I had to look again. Those were black and white photos that showed Jax and Wendy...for a lack of better word, fucking in differnet places. Around the corner at Teller-Morrows. Another one showed them at a bar I didn't recognize. They also had dates on the left bottom corner. They were all taken between the day I got brought here till up to two weeks ago. He didn't even look for me.

I hated myself for not being able to stop those tears that burned in my eyes and ran down my cheeks. He took those pics from me and gave them to one of his bodyguards. Then I felt his disgusting hands on my cheeks forcing me to look at him.

"Arent we glad we brought you back in time?" he smiled his creepy grin at me and I had to swollow the bile in my mouth.

"Arent we." I said and faked a smile. He wiped away the tears and turned around again.

"Why don't you make yourself a snack? The kitchen is all yours." he spread his arms like inviting me to a party.

"I'm not really hungry. I would like to go back again. I have a headache."

"Or course child. You are free to go. Get some rest and get well soon."

He kept smiling till I moved and turned around. I tried not to look at the pictures on the wall while walking up the stairs. And it took all my willpower to hold back the tears until I was in Moms old room. I rushed to the bed and pressed the pillow onto to my face so nobdy would hear me cry.

How could he do this to me? How could Jax still screw around with this whore when he was supposed to be looking for me? Did he even care about anything except his penis? Didn't I mean shit to him?

The only thing that kept me going here was that my family was looking for me. That Jax was looking for me. Now I knew that this wasn't true. That all my fighting had been for nothing. Did I even have a place to go now? Did I even have a home?

But I knew one thing for sure. I had to get out of here. Even if it meant I would be all alone after tonight.

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Sooo here she is! Harley! What do you guys think? I am sorry if this all seemed a little rushed but it somehow all just kept flowing. This chapter was created during two grey anatomy episode. The fastest I have been so far :P

So what do you guys will happen next? Can we trust the Nordics or are they playing Harley? Will they make it out alive? And when will Tig, Jax and the others show up. Will it be too late?

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Joey