Amelia… Amelia.

"No. Stop it, you son of a bitch!"

"Amelia. Amelia, wake up."

I could hear my name being called, but it sounded so far away. I was suddenly shaken, hard, and my eyes shot open with a gasp.

"Tara?"

"Yeah. Are you alright?"

"Yes, I'm fine. What time is it?"

"Almost 10."

"Shit." I said, looking at my phone. "I have 4 missed calls from Gemma and 12 text messages."

"Damn. You should probably go then. Here's your meds."

"Thanks."

She helped me up out of the chair and I walked into the kitchen. I needed some water before I went home. Shit, I have no car. How was I getting home? Nita. Nita?

"Shit, I'm sorry. I fell asleep. You didn't have to stay."

"It's okay. I don't mind." She said, packing up her stuff. "Figured you might need a ride."

"Hey." Tara said coming out of the back. "There's a medical emergency at the clubhouse. I've got to go."

"Shit. Okay. Uhm…" I was looking around with my hand on my forehead. What were we going to do with Abel?

"Go. I'll watch him." Nita said.

"Thanks." I smiled at her and walked out the door with Tara.

"Do you know what happened?" I asked once we were in the car.

"No. Jax just said that Bobby was shot and he needed me at the clubhouse."

"Okay." I was just looking out the window the entire way there. What if this was my fault? What is the same guys that attacked me went after my boys because I didn't say anything?

When we pulled up to the clubhouse, Tara jumped out of the car and got her medical bag. I got out a little slower because of my injuries and followed her in. Bobby was sitting on a stool at the bar with the guys standing around him. Jax and Opie were the only ones not there.

Tig came up to me first, of course. He looked at my face and winced. He took my chin into his hand and turned my face so he could look at my wounds.

"Oh baby."

"I know. It's not as bad as it looks. I promise. What happened?" I asked, nodding my head towards Bobby.

"We were ambushed by the Mayans when we went to the drop with LaRoy."

"Jesus. Other than Bobby, we whole?"

"Yeah. Jax and Opie went to talk to LaRoy to try and figure out what happened."

"What about my dad? I don't see him."

"He's in the office with Gemma."

I nodded at his answer and looked back at Bobby. Tara had gotten the slug out and was cleaning his shoulder. Tig went to put his arm around my waist and I jumped away from him.

"Sorry. I'm just still a little jumpy from my, um, my accident."

"It's alright, sweetheart."

I smiled at him again and walked down the hall. I stopped to look at the baby blue bike that sat in a lighted shelf. It was a memorial to John Teller. He founded the club with my father, but was hit by a semi about 20 years ago. He was my mother's first husband, Jax's father.

I don't know why I stopped to look at that bike. It meant nothing to me. He wasn't my father. I never even knew the man. I shook my head and went to the ladder at the end of the hall. I opened the hatch and climbed up to the roof. I opened up my purse, took out my cigarettes and lit one up.

I looked over to the garage. I could see my parents in the office from where I was sitting. They were talking and i think my mother is upset about something because dad pulled her in for a hug and then kissed her. It took her a minute to relax into it. I wonder what's bothering her?

I heard the hatch open behind me and turned to see who was there.

"Hey Jax." I said, throwing down the butt of my cigarette.

"Hey Millie. How you feelin'?"

"I'm fine. How's Bobby?"

"He'll be alright. Tara just finished bandaging him up." He said, pulling his smokes out of his jacket pocket.

"Please tell me that's a joint."

"Yeah." He said, lighting it and taking a drag. "Here."

"Thanks." I took the joint and took a long hit off of it. "So, what's mom so upset about?" I asked, motioning to the office.

"You."

"What?! Why me?" I said, giving him the joint.

"Because you were in a car accident not 24 hours ago."

"Well she doesn't need to worry about me."

"She always does. We all do. You're our princess." He said with a smirk, putting his arm around my shoulder and handing me back the joint.

I finished it off and threw the end of it down. We watched my parents walk out of the office, my father's arm wrapped around her tightly, both smiling. Dad looked up and saw us. He nodded his head back and motioned for us to come down.

"Well," Jax said standing. "Guess we better go downstairs." He reached out to help me to my feet.

"Yeah. I guess." I took his hand and stood, groaning.

"You alright?"

"Yeah. I'm fine. Just a little sore."

"Let me go down first so I can help you."

"No. I'm fine." I opened the hatch and started down the ladder.

"Hey darlin." Tig said, scaring me so bad I fell off the ladder, right into his arms.

"Put me down Tigger." I gasped.

"Okay. Sorry Millie."

"It's… okay…" I couldn't breathe. My chest hurt, it felt so tight. I can't… breathe.

"T-Tara… Tara?"

"Yeah? What's wrong?"

"I can't- I can't breathe."

"Okay, okay. Focus on my voice okay. You're having a panic attack. I'm gonna take your hands okay."

"What's wrong?" Gemma asked, she walked up and put her hand on my elbow.

I jumped and started breathing even faster.

"Okay, come here baby." Gemma said, pulling me to her.

She put her arms around me and put my head against her chest. She stroked my hair and kept whispering "Shhh. You're okay. You're okay."

"Gemma this isn't working. She's gonna have a heart attack."

"Shh. Trust me." She tucked her head down and kissed the top of my head. "It's okay baby, just breathe."

I slowly started to calm down. She was squeezing me tight and letting me listen to her heartbeat. It was how she used to calm me down when I was little. It made me feel safe. Even when I couldn't stand to be touched, my mother always made me feel safe.