I slowly woke up to feel the ground moving underneath me. My head kept hitting something hard and wet. It smelled like the clubhouse, but why would it be moving? I thought it was a dream at first until I opened my eyes and saw the barrel end of a gun pointed at me from my left and right side. I rationalized that it had to have been a dream, what fucker would point a gun at me? I hadn't done anything yet to anyone. Why would a gun be pointed at me? I wasn't worried until I recognized the faces then it all came back to me.

Those Neo Nazi fuck heads kidnapped me and Dawn-.

Wait, Dawn!

I started to look around, turning my aching head to look for my baby. My heart was thumping in my ears and was slowly sliding down to my ass. I prayed that they didn't leave her out on the street. Even though they were pointing their guns at me I still sat up. Slowly but it was more important to make sure my the Bunny was okay. To my relief I saw my baby trying to stand up in the van. She wobbled and fell right on her butt.

"Dawn!" I exclaimed, she turned in my direction and crawled her way towards me. "Mama."she said. I swooped her up in my arms and held her close. I examined her carefully using the moonlight as my guide. She looked okay just panicked. Her cheeks were wet with tears and she curled into me, whimpering and crying as she did so. My heart went out for her. I knew being attached to this life would have its downers but never did I think it would be like this and for it to have been Dawn too. I wish it had been Tig, or Gemma. Hell, all of the sweetbutts would've been fine just not my baby.

"I'm sorry baby." I said into her ear. "It's going to be okay, you hear? Mommy isn't gonna let anything happen to you."

"Shut up!" One of the Nazi shits said.

He was the bigger one. I recognized his voice. Ed, the idiotic one on the left. The dumb ass who tried to attack me before. Anger swelled up inside of me. Not only the anger that they had kidnapped me and my daughter but for everything they stood for. I always said I hated things and people but never did I really know the meaning of that word until I saw my little Dawn crying in my arms.

"You shut up!" I snapped before I could think. "I'm trying to talk to my daughter-." I felt a strong kick in the back from the shithead to the right.

"Whistler!" Ed yelled. "We can't hurt her too bad!" For three seconds I liked the bumbling bafoon but then I realized he fucking kidnapped me, along with his racist inbred friends.

"Since when did you grow a heart for the bitch?" Whistler growled, looking at me then looking back at Ed.

Ed remained quiet and held his gun firmly in his hand. I glared at both of them, while stroking Dawn's hair. Whistler I could tell was the more fanatic one of the group, because of the pure hatred stare I got from him and he had his arm covered in tattoos with swastikas and Nazi shit. I glared at him back. We both were staring daggers at each other, not breaking contact until he finally said. "I hope you enjoyed the beer puddle." I touched my hair down to my back and it was soaked. No wonder it smelled like the clubhouse.

"That's disgusting." I replied. I scooped my hand into the puddle of beer that he put me in and splashed it at him. "Ya don't like it so fucking much do ya?"

"Jesus!" he screamed, and started kicking at me. I protected Dawn tightly in my arms from the blows and gritted my teeth against the pain. I dug my nail into the palm of my fist to try and keep from screaming outloud.

"That hurts!" I yelled.

"Good! Fucking spic!" Whistler said, spittle spaying on my face and especially my forehead. I could feel the bruises that he left coming through on my body but my left leg had a sharp pain tingling all throughout a particular spot.

I reached out to feel for the pain. I felt something wet and sticky coming through my jeans. My heart was thumping in the worry of the damage. The bullet that tripped me hit my fucking leg. "Shit." I said. I put pressure on my leg to see if it was broken. Thank God there wasn't broken but it just burned like the fires of hell. I was quiet for a few minutes holding Dawn close to my chest. I wasn't scared of them, I knew Tig and the crew would be here soon but it was the mystery of what was happen until then. Cassius was the first to tell me that if I didn't look scared then it scares the other people. But if you were acting nervous and cowardly then they'll think you're soft. I finally had the balls to turn to Ed and ask. "So where are you taking me?"

"Can you just shut up and cry or something?" he said sharply, like he was trying to be intimidating.

I rolled my eyes. "Just tell me what you want. Money? Clothes? A gym membership?" I asked, noticing what a gluttonous fuck he was..

"SHUT UP!" Ed yelled pointing the gun at me still.

"When my old man finds out about this, oh you'll get it hard." I said through my teeth. Whistler chuckled to himself. "Well we're counting on him not going crazy when he finds his beamer bitch and his little mixed breed spawn are in our hands."

"Don't you have something else to do than pick on old ladies and their children?" I asked looking up at him with a glare. He kicked me again but this time I was ready for him. I moved just in time and punched him as hard as I could in the groin. He hunched over in pain but before I could even reach for the gun in his outstretched hand, Ed pulled me by the hair and slammed me back into the side of the van, face fucking first. I hit my nose pretty badly and could feel the blood rushing to down to my mouth. That fucking iron taste got into my gums and on my tongue. When I recovered, I checked Dawn's head and neck and judging by her crying she was scared but not hurt.

Whistler grabbed me again and as badly as he wanted to pound my face in he didn't, instead he took his blows on my stomach. He punched me to my sides. He kept hitting me over and over. I clenched my teeth in pain, trying to protect Dawn from his blows, but also trying to fight from dropping her. He yelled at me in a stream of curses and racial slurs at me, but I didn't' care. I did my best to try and comfort Dawn, but she wouldn't stop crying. When he was finished I could hear the words she was trying to say to me.

"Dada!" She kept saying through distressing cries. "Dada!"

"Sssh." I said, stroking her curly black hair. "Dada isn't here."

Her lip quivered and her blue eyes started to fill up with tears again. She whimpered and coughed but she seemed stopped the hysterics. She clinged to me tightly, digging her head under my chin. "I love you." I said gently to her.


I convinced Ed that if I walked down into the cold, dark basement that I wouldn't fight. I didn't want them to throw me down the stairs and run the risk of hitting Dawns head. Ed agreed but he watched me carefully. That gun was pointing toward me. Something in the back of my head told me to wait, I would have my turn for revenge. By the time I reached the basement I tried to know my surroundings. Especially at night. Just to have one advantage over those sons of bitches. Maybe it was the ancestors I lost that motivated me, to not become a victim. It was probably living in Oakland as well that pushed the survival instinct. Then again it could be the influence of SAMCRO as well. I think that maybe it was a mix. I thank whoever is up there that I wasn't raised soft like most of these chicks nowadays. Dawn was thrown into it but she had to be strong too.

"Alright baby girl." I said walking through the darkness. "We're just going to have to bear in this together. You and I kid. I know its not fair of me to ask you of this, and I know it seems cruel, but you can't be a baby now. You're going to survive this and when it's over I'll make sure this never happens again. Just get through this with me. Alright?"

I curled her into my arms and closed my eyes. Dawn sniffled and whimpered into my chest but somehow she understood the situation and didn't cry. She wrapped her tiny hands around my hair and I started humming to her. Rocking her gently into my arms.


I know its short but I couldn't leaving you guys hanging. Yes or No, should I write from Tig's POV? Don't forget to review.

-Val