"What? What is it?" Wayne asked, panic in his voice as he pulled his hand away from my hair.

"Don't touch me. Don't, please."

"Okay. I won't. I promise." He took a deep breath. "Come on. Let's go."

I tried to sit up, but I was in so much pain I could barely even move.

"Wayne, I need you to help me up."

"Okay. I'm going to pick you up and take you to the car, alright?"

"No! Just… just grab my arms and help me stand."

When he grabbed my elbow I flinched. He hesitated but used that arm to pull me up while I held the blanket to my chest with the other. Once I was standing, he draped my arm across his shoulder to support my weight.

We walked slowly, But once we got to the door my knees buckled under me. He caught me and picked me up. The action was so quick I screamed. He apologized but didn't put me down. He sat me in the passenger seat of his patrol car. He put his jacket around my shoulders; I put it on and zipped it up while he walked around to his side.

"Are you alright?" I asked him.

I knew carrying me like that wasn't comfortable for him. Although I wasn't heavy by any means, he wasn't in the greatest shape. Cancer and donuts will do that to a man, and for Christ's sake he was 60-years-old.

"I'm fine darlin'. What about you?"

"Just peachy. Where you goin'?"

"St. Thomas."

"No." I said, shaking my head with a wince.

"Millie, I've got to take you to the hospital."

"No hospital."

"Then what am I supposed to do with you?"

"Give me your phone."

I called my sister-in-law, Tara. She is a doctor so I knew she could help treat me without having to go to the hospital.

"Hey it's Amelia. Are you alone?"

"No. I'm with Jax."

"Okay. Only answer with yes or no. Are you at your house?"

"No."

"Can you meet me there, say… five minutes?"

"Yes."

"Good. Come alone and bring your medical bag."

"Okay. I'll be right there."

"Who did you call?" Wayne asked as I handed him back his phone.

"Tara. Go to her house. She's gonna meet us there."

We sat in silence as he drove.

"Hey, how did you know where I was anyway?" I asked as we pulled on to Tara's street.

"We got an anonymous tip about an abandoned car and I recognized the description."

"Huh… Tara's already here." I said, watching her walk into the house.

When Wayne parked he walked around and helped me out of the car. He draped my arm across his shoulder again, helped me to the door and knocked. When Tara opened it, she gasped and covered her mouth.

"Come in, come in." She moved aside and sighed. "Oh my God."

She took me into her bedroom and gave me her robe and a pair of sweatpants to put on. I went into her bathroom and cleaned up my face and legs before getting dressed. Afterwards, she helped me to the couch so she could treat me.

She took a rag and cleaned the blood and sweat from my face that I couldn't get off my face and out of my hair. She started to clean the cut on my cheek when she said, "I need you to tell me what happened so I can help you."

"Use your imagination." I whispered, sadly.

"We need to get her to hospital." She said to Wayne.

"No." I said. "No hospital."

"I can't treat you in my living room Amelia."

"No. I'll have to sign in. Insurance and shit. Everyone will know." I sucked in my bottom lip. I couldn't cry. Not here. Not in front of them.

"We'll go pick up Abel, check him in and say we're running more tests. That way no one has to know."

"You could lose your job for that."

"I'll figure something out. Let's go by your house first and get you some clothes."

"What if someone's home?"

"Well, you have to tell them, Millie." Wayne said.

"No. No one tells anyone anything. Not Jax." I looked at Tara. "Not my parents. No one."

"Okay." Tara said.

"We have to tell Gemma." Wayne said.

"No. Especially not Gemma. Shit is about to hit the fan in this town and this is the last thing my mom needs. Promise me."

"Alright. I promise."

I looked at Tara. "Promise." She says.

"I'll make sure no one's at the house." Wayne says.

I nod and Tara gets up to talk to him.

"They're going to see her face."

"I know… Just stay with her. I'll figure something out."

"We'll follow you to her house and hang back a little until you say it's clear."

"Okay. They should still be at the clubhouse. Bobby's party was tonight."

"Last night, Wayne. The sun's up now."

"Of course it is. Either way they should still be there."

"Yeah okay. I may need your help getting her into the car. She's in a lot of pain."

"Yeah, I know."

They walked back over to me, but I didn't realize it. I was lost in my head. I couldn't get out of the memories of what happened.

"Amelia?"

I could hear him talking, but it sounded so far away. When he reached out to touch my arm I screamed.

"Don't touch me! Don't touch me!"

"Okay, okay." He said, backing up with his hands raised.

"Amelia." Tara said. "Take a deep breath. Breathe sweetheart. Focus on my voice."

"Okay." I said, breathing hard and holding my chest.

Once I had finally calmed down I looked up at Wayne. The apology was written all over my face.

"It's okay." He said before I could even voice the words. "Do you need me to help you into the car?"

"No. I think I can do it. Maybe just help me get to my feet."

"Okay. I'm going to grab your arms like we did earlier, alright?"

I nodded my head and he grabbed my elbows and pulled me to my feet. I could walk a little better since Tara gave me something for the pain, so he just kept one hand on my elbow for support.

I hoped no one was there. I couldn't face them, especially my mother. Not yet. Not until I got patched up and came up with something to tell her. I couldn't tell them what really happened. It would destroy my family, the club. I just couldn't.