Killers not-so baby girl

Summary: A sequel to 'Killers baby girl', this is a collection of one-shots throughout the years of Bramty growing up within the club. Set before season 1 has started but I have included some of the details like Donna's death and the birth of Abel and Thomas early on. This version Donna, Kenny and Ellie die in a car crash. Tara never left town and she is the mother of Abel and Thomas who are similar age to Bramty. Clay is also more of a family man then in the TV series.

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Chapter 35

Bramty - Age 17

Bramty picked herself up off the cold hard concrete and coughed up some blood. Everything fucking hurt and she knew she should call her father, but he'd call everyone else and the last thing she wanted right now was all of them seeing her like this again.

This year had been hard enough!

Literally the fucking last thing she wanted to do was explain what had happened in the past 24 hours to the whole club. And as childish as it sounded all she wanted right now was her Daddy.

She wanted to cry and she hadn't wanted to cry since Angel's death almost a year ago. Even then, she could easily count the times she had cried on her fingers.

With a pained grunt she crawled across the alley and reached her phone which had been lost in the fight thankfully. The phone rang and just when she was about to give up and call someone else, her father's voice sounded through the phone. "Hey baby girl, you on your way to the clubhouse?"

Bramty took a deep breath before speaking, "Where are you?" she asked not letting on that anything was wrong yet.

"With Tig and Kozik. We just stopped at a gas station and we'll be at the clubhouse in 15" She let out a shaky breath of relief that apparently he had heard because his voice now sounded panicked and worried. "Bramty?"

"Daddy" she barely held in a sob "Please. You can't bring to club, you can't tell the club... but I need you to come get me Daddy"

"Bramty? Where are you baby?! If the boys are closer-"

"No!" She wheezed in pain at the movement, "Daddy please. Promise me no club. Promise me Daddy, please, please I just need you" the panic in her voice must have let him know she was serious because he agreed.

"Okay, FUCK! Okay where are you? You sound hurt, how bad is it baby girl? I'll be there"

"Nothing I'll need a hospital for" she sighed "Alley. Near that little coffee shop you dropped me off at this morning"

"Bramty that'll take me 20 minutes, the club is clo-"

"Do NOT call them Daddy. please, just fucking drive" she choked on a sob not being able to keep them at bay for much longer.

"Hang on and I'll be there" he agreed and she snapped her phone shut letting out a breath of both dread and relief.

She couldn't believe this had happened again.

She had been living free of her mother for years without honestly sparing the women too much thought.

Now she wished she had. She wished she'd of asked her father to kill Katherine.

The day in the hospital she'd seen the look in his eyes and she knew it meant he wanted to kill her mom. Even as a 8 year old she hadn't had a problem with it, but she got caught up in her new life, her new family, and she'd forgotten.

Not forgotten what had been done to her, but forgotten about the women who'd caused it all; out of sight, out of mind.

Now... well, now she wanted Katherine's head on a stick and Bramty was gonna make damn sure she was the one taking that life.

Bramty crawled across the alley where the fuckers who'd dropped her off again. Reaching the clothes they had stripped her of and then thrown into the alley when they'd brought her back. Her shirt was ripped in places and her jeans weren't better off. She cried out in pain as she tried to stand and get her pants on and the tears silently streaming down her face made her vision blurry.

Right as she collapsed on to the ground not being able to hold herself up, the roar of motorcycles filled her ears. Three from what she could tell and then she remembered her father saying Kozik and Tig were with him.

"Bramty?!"

"Shit Daddy" she cursed and the three of them came running into the alley stopping dead in their tracks when they spotted her. Even though it was dark she knew they could see her well enough to see the burn marks, bruises and blood that littered her body.

"Jesus Christ baby girl" her father dropped to his knees in front of her and she grabbed his arm.

"You can't call the club. This doesn't leave this alley way, Daddy" she told him looking him dead in the eyes watching the conflicting emotions rage in his black eyes before they settled on worry and acceptance. "I mean it" she looked to Tig and Kozik when her father nodded.

"Hap" Tig was ready to argue

"I fucking mean it Tig" Bramty snapped "This didn't happen because of the club and I don't plan on them living much longer, but I don't want the others knowing about this... please"

Kozik clapped Tig on the back, "Tig, listen to her man... they won't get away with it even if Happy has to kill them without a vote" Kozik said emphasising her fathers name when he looked back at her trying to let her know that if her plan had anything to do with her killing someone then it was off the table.

Bramty nodded back at Kozik assuring him that wasn't her plan - and it wasn't.

The boys could handle the bastards who picked her up, but her mother was hers and that kill would come at a later date.

"Whatever you need then Bramty" Tig nodded at her sadly and then grabbed the hand her father wasn't holding and helped her to her feet.

"I need help standing boys" Bramty chuckled despite the situation because right now it really was a laugh or cry type of situation.

And she really hated crying.

None of them said anything as her father helped her off the floor.

"Can I go to your house Tig?" she asked "I can't get into the clubhouse without anyone seeing me-"

"Yeah doll" Tig agreed not making her explain anything more. Bramty nodded gratefully as Dad picked her up carrying her to his bike and setting her on his bitch seat making her groan in pain loudly.

"You hurt?" Kozik frowned and she knew it was because they hadn't put the pieces together, they just assumed she was beaten up in the alley and she didn't have the heart to tell them them that wasn't what happened to her.

"I'll be okay" she shrugged one shoulder and then looked to her father, "I really fucking need a smoke and a shower so can we go?" he nodded and the three of them sped off towards Tig's house.

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Happy helped his daughter off the back of his bike watching her hold her breath to keep from letting out a pained cry. He had a sinking feeling in his stomach that being beaten up in an alley way wasn't all that had happened to his little girl. Finding her beat up was a slap in the face, but he was starting to think she might not have gotten away from whoever did this.

FUCK!

He didn't know what she had planned, but he knew she was dead serious about them not telling the club she was hurt and he couldn't blame her for that. One thing he knew was that his daughter hated pity. She hated people being concerned about her and she hated showing people weakness when it wasn't her choice.

After everything with Angel she had probably shown enough vulnerability to last her a lifetime.

Calling him to come get her was hard for Bramty but it was her choice, which meant she wouldn't hide from him. If he forced her to tell the club then she'd shut down and he didn't want that.

Tig was quick to open the door to his small house that was only used if the club needed to house someone from out of town. Apparently it was left to him by a friend and Happy didn't know how Bramty even knew about the place.

Though he didn't question it. Yet.

Happy knew Bramty was in pain and so he picked her up so she wouldn't even have to try walking. Bramty gave him a watery smile and nuzzled her face in his neck as he walked them into Tig's house with Kozik quickly following behind them.

Tig had set up some medical supplies out on the counter but Bramty shook her head. "It's all superficial. I can do it myself but after I shower"

Happy sighed and set her down watching her hold onto the wall as soon as she thought they weren't watching so she could walk herself to the shower. He rubbed a hand over his face and nodded at Kozik who was on the phone to Clay saying everything on the Lodi run had gone as planned and that they were making a stop at Tig's house to get drunk since Bramty was at a friends.

They sat in the lounge room for an hour and the shower was still running. Happy was worried she'd passed out or some shit while she was in there.

He didn't bother knocking on the bedroom door and just walked in seeing the ripped and bloody clothes in a trail to the bathroom.

"Bramty" he called out hearing the shower running still. He didn't particularly want to see his daughter naked and he hoped she at least had the door to the shower closed. Bramty's his baby girl though, and he needed to know that she was alright in there and not dead on the floor or something.

"Daddy"

He stuck his head in the bathroom and frowned when he saw her sitting on the floor of the shower. Hardly a part of her body wasn't bruised or not covered in scratches and cuts. Happy squatted down next to the shower, her nakedness not being a priority after seeing the utter pain on her face.

"Bramty, I'm right here, baby girl" Happy watched as she crumbled before him into a mess of sobs and tears. Bramty grabbed him, pulling him half in the shower with her so she could hold onto him.

He was seriously worried now.

Happy sat back out form under the spray of the shower, his 17 year old daughter in his lap clinging to him so tightly there wasn't a doubt in his mind he'd be bruised even through is layers of clothes.

That was how they stayed until Tig and Kozik walked in over two hours later.

Both men stopping dead in their tracks at the heart breaking sight in front of them. Happy would probably never admit that it wasn't the water from the shower running down his face, but tears, as he held his naked and beaten daughter in his arms.

She had yet to stop sobbing.

"Oh Jesus Bramty" Tig whispered sinking to the floor with a towel in his hands as Kozik shut off the shower. "Those are cigarette burns" Tig whispered even quieter if it were even possible.

"What happened baby? What happened?" Happy whispered wrapping the towel around his sobbing daughter who couldn't even hold herself up on her own. "Oh, shit what happened?" he whispered again as he lifted her up to her feet with the help of Kozik and the three men carried her out of the bathroom to the bed.

"Daddy" she yelped through sobs when he sat her on the bed. Happy knew she didn't want him to stop holding her, so he nodded sitting on the bed and letting her climb into his lap while he tried to keep her covered with the towel.

"I'm so sorry your hurting baby, I'm so sorry Bramty, baby girl... please talk to me here. Your okay now" he tried to keep his own tears at bay but this was the worst feeling in the world. It filled him with dread and pain seeing her like this.

Happy looked up at Kozik who was now standing in front of him with a first aid kit. He nodded at his brother turning her in his lap so Kozik could clean up her arms while Happy held her.

There was no way she'd be able to do this herself.

Happy wasn't the only one with tears in his eyes as he looked at his two brothers who were cleaning up her arms with disinfectant and burn cream to stop the burns from scarring her tan skin. Hearing his baby girl cry, gut wrenching sobs for over 3 hours now was the worst pain he figured any of them had ever been in.

It broke his heart and Happy held his baby girl tighter as she shook with sobs that had shown no signs of calming no matter what he did. He had tried talking to her, whispering, comforting, holding her, even begged her to breath but none of it was working. Bramty didn't cry. She hated crying and he had seen her a total of 5 times ever cry in her whole life.

Whatever had happened to her today was bad.

Tig shook his head, "Bramty, Doll" Tig looked like he was also at a loss of what to do. "Doll you gotta take deep breaths. Your safe now and none of us are going to let a thing happen to you... you gotta know that"

Nothing was working and Tig and Kozik sighed going back to patching up her skin. She was littered in cuts and burn marks and Happy was afraid to see how many were under her towel because he had a bad feeling that he knew what had happened to her and the higher Tig and Kozik got with the burn creams and disinfectant the more his heart clenched in pain for his baby.

She should never have been through what she did as a child and she didn't need to go through it again. Happy found himself praying that she hadn't had to go through that again.

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Bramty didn't want to scare them, she didn't want to make them feel uncomfortable but she couldn't make herself let go of her Daddy.

She didn't want to let go of him.

She'd managed to slow her breaths and stop crying but she figured that was probably more because she didn't have any tears left in her to cry. She was in Daddy's lap again and Tig was holding her hand while Kozik cleaned her back with whatever they had been doing to her face, arms, neck and legs.

After this she'd have to stop them, Bramty loved them to death and she was fucking thankful that they were willing to help her like this no matter how upset and uncomfortable they obviously were - but she knew she had to pull herself together.

"I'm so sorry Daddy" Bramty whispered

Happy looked at her face lifting her chin to look up at him and he kissed her cheek. "Ain't got nothing to be sorry for baby girl. Nothing. Hear me?"

She nodded, "I should have killed her, I shouldn't have hesitated but she-" Bramty trailed off shaking her head sadly and she felt her father tense.

"Killed who baby girl? Who are you talking about?" he asked making her look up at him again

"Katherine" she said watching the emotions flash on his face; surprise, confusion, regret then anger and a fuck ton more of seething anger.

And she knew none of it was directed at her.

"She did this to you?" Kozik whispered and Bramty looked up to see him and Tig were staring at her. Koz looked as ready to kill as her father did. She remembered him saying years ago that he had seen her mother once. Tig just looked pissed and confused as Bramty nodded.

The three of them never spoke about her to anyone and she liked it that way.

Bramty looked away and took a deep breath knowing she needed to tell them because she wanted them all dead.

"I was in the coffee shop that you guys dropped me off at this morning. I was standing in line when someone comes up to me and hugs me from behind... I froze. It was like even though I couldn't see who it was; I just knew. I hit that bitch hard. She pulled me outside, bleeding nose and everything. Tells me she's clean, she's sorry, it was the drugs that she was focused on... bitch told me she loved me and I pulled my gun on her - had it ready to pull the trigger when I felt them come up behind me"

Dad held onto her tighter automatically without even realising and Bramty looked up at his black eyes that promised her blood for the pain she'd gone through. She knew there were very few people who could her look father in the eyes, but somehow the ruthlessness his black eyes promised, only comforted her. It had been that way ever since she was a child. She wasn't scared of him or any anyone else but it didn't mean she was immune to pain or hurt.

"I couldn't stop them, there were too many" Bramty sighed nuzzling her face in Dads chest not remembering at what point he had stripped out of his wet shirt and Kutte.

Dad's hand ran down her arm comfortingly as he avoided touching all injuries on her arm. "It wasn't your fault baby girl. You shouldn't have had to be in that position in the first place.. I should-"

"If I'm not to blame then you sure as shit aren't" Bramty hissed at him and though her words were sharp her eyes were soft as she stared at her father.

Bramty had always been able to communicate with Dad through simple looks for as long as she could remember. Happy Lowman always wore a blank face, only rare occasions did his face show how he felt and those were reserved for her only in private moments. However, Bramty seemed to be the only one ever able to read emotions in his eyes other then rage... it made her feel even closer to the man raising her, he could never hide how he felt from her and she couldn't hide form him either.

He nodded in acceptance and this time it was her turn to comfort her father not the other way round. Bramty sat up in his lap and pulled his face to hers holding him in her arms. Her father rested his face on her shoulder burying it in her hair and she felt the warm tears on her skin that broke her heart.

Bramty tightened her arms around Dad's shoulders and continued.

"They took me. I dropped my phone in the alley that you found me in which I guess was good. They took me to some place near the storage yard... they had a whole set up there. Torture porn" she let those word sink in feeling Dad tense and then hold her tighter to him as his tears continued to silently stream down her shoulder.

Tig and Kozik went pale as they looked at her with rage in their eyes ready to kill the people who did this to her with or without a vote.

Though she wouldn't make them betray the club like that - their family like that.

"Jesus Tee" Kozik sighed using the nickname he'd come up with for her years ago when he was drunk off his ass and slurring like he had a permanent speech issue. She, along with all the others, had laughed their asses off when an almost blackout drunk Kozik couldn't even pronounce her name correctly.

"I know" Bramty sighed "I know. As you can tell it wasn't fake torture porn but it wasn't as bad as the women before me were getting, though she seemed like she might have been there of her own free will. Katherine set it up. She needed money, they paid a shit ton for that fucking film and I want them dead... like really dead"

Tig nodded almost violently as he cracked his knuckles, "Give us the location again and It'll be done. Don't you worry"

She nodded at him, "I'm not worried. But I- I, uh, well I gotta think something up to go to the club with. I can give the location but I need someone to make sure that tape is destroyed. I just, I just don't really know how to make that happen without telling the club"

Kozik sat down on the edge of the bed looking deep in thought and she waited patiently hoping he'd offer up a solution.

When he turned back to her she could see the question in his eyes, "Why don't you want the club to know, kiddo? None of them would blame you for what happened, they'd all want to protect you, kill for you - just like we do"

Bramty didn't know how to explain it to him, she didn't know if he would be able to understand.

"You remember when the club were going after Darby in that little drug den?" she asked seeing Kozik stiffen but nod. "You remember how they all looked at you? They weren't doing anything on purpose but the looks of pity, concern... you remember how it made you feel?"

Kozik nodded thoughtfully before looking back at her, "You don't want to be doubted. You don't want them to worry about you every time you walk out the door or thinking that they need to protect you and you can't take care of yourself cause you got hurt"

Bramty cracked a smile and nodded. He had hit the nail on it's head with that.

"Cause I can" Bramty told them looking more at Tig this time, "I got hurt. As much as we all hate that it happened... it did. But it doesn't mean I can't protect myself. It was 10 guys with just me, they had guns, all of them. I can protect myself even though this happened"

Tig stared her down almost as if he was trying to make her change her mind, but she didn't let up. Eventually he sighed and nodded taking a seat on the bed as well. "I fucking know that, doll. Hate it. But I do know that. You'll bounce back from this just like you did when you were younger or any other time something's gone wrong and you'll still be that strong girly who can kick my ass if I try and get all overprotective"

Bramty let out a breath of relief, her entire body feeling less tense as she smiled at the men and kissed Dad's head. He was still holding onto her but his grip had loosened around her and she couldn't feel the tears anymore. "I love you Daddy"

Dad lifted his head and looked up at her with a face one could only describe as pride. He smiled kissing her forehead, "Love you too baby girl". He nodded at his brothers and then she crawled out of his lap when he made a move to stand up, "I'll find you come clothes"

"Got some here" Bramty told him waving him off and her father frowned looking for an explanation, "When you told me to clean out my wardrobe cause I had too many... well, you weren't specific on what cleaning out my wardrobe entailed so technically it's your fault"

He stared at her and then laughed, "Girl, you don't need that many clothes. Gemma gave you the room with the biggest wardrobe and you have your shit in my room too." he shook his head but smiled as he turned to look at Tig with a raised brow, "You really let her keep her shit here so she didn't have to throw it out?"

Tig shrugged smirking, "Nobody lives here and I figure if we have people down then there'll be old ladies and kids who'll fit that shit"

"That's just a pathetic excuse" Kozik grinned shoving Tig in the shoulder, "I bet you just wanted to try her dresses on"

Tig punched Kozik in the shoulder and Bramty looked at her father rolling her eyes.

Tig and Kozik walked out of the room arguing like children and throwing insults at each other.

"You better go stop them before one kills the other" she smirked

"Or I could just let 'em"

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