I pulled up to Cara Cara and got out of the car. I saw Tara sitting outside on Jax's bike. Guess I wasn't the only one of us dealing with porn shit today.

"Hey Tara."

"Hey. Tig and your dad are here."

"What?" I said, turning around and hearing their bikes round the corner. "Goddamn it."

"What the hell are you doing here?" My dad yelled. Tig was still not speaking to me. That was evident when he walked right past me to sit next to Tara.

"Luann called. She's freaking out."

"Club business. Which means it's none of your concern. Do not intervene."

"I'm not trying to intervene. She's my godmother and she needs to talk."

"Oh so when she wants to talk you drop everything, but when I want to talk you're too busy?" Tig chimed in.

"Oh grow up. What are you, three?"

"Go back to the garage."

"Excuse me? You don't tell me what to do Tiggy. You left, remember?"

"The last thing any of us need is you going diva over some goddamn cum factory."

"Asshole." I turned around and walked towards the door. He didn't get to tell me what to do anymore.

I turned around when I heard glass breaking. He had thrown a cement block through my mother's driver side window.

"You stupid piece of shit!" I kicked his bike tire. "That's mom's car."

Tara ran inside. Probably to find Jax. Tig saw that I wasn't budging and started to punch the hood of the car.

"Just what those damn hands need. A good pounding!" I shouted as Jax came outside.

"You wanna see a good pounding?"

"Oh come on badass. Lay hands on me.I'll slit your goddamn throat!" I screamed in his face. "You are pathetic!"

I turned around and walked back towards the door when I felt hands grab my shoulders. I screamed and turned around. Jax grabbed Tig and backed him off.

"Don't you touch… Don't!"

I started crying and covered my face. I leaned up against someone's car that was out front, keeping my hand on it for support. Tara came up and touched my elbow and hovered her hand above my lower back. I screamed a little again.

"It's okay. It's okay." She said, leading me back to the car.

She took my keys and drove me back to the garage. She took the long way back so I could calm down before we got there. My phone rang as we pulled into the lot and I was calm.

"Hello?"

"Amelia. I thought you were coming down here to help me fix this shit?"

"Yeah. I tried. My dad and Tig had other ideas. They don't want me involved. Say it's club shit. Sorry."

"It's alright. I guess I'll just have to ask Jax."

"Yeah. That might work. Bye."

"Bye sweetheart."

I sighed and leaned my head back against the seat. I sighed again and got out of the car. I saw mom coming out of the office and stopped her when she passed.

"Hey, your car window got broken. Sorry. I'll have it fixed."

"It's okay. We own a garage. It'll get fixed. I'm more interested in how it got broken."

"Little argument with Tig. He didn't register that it wasn't my car I guess."

"Yeah. Y'all okay?"

"I don't know. I really don't."

"Well, you'll make it through. You just have to be there for each other. It's what we do. It's the life."

"I know. I'm tryin. Sometimes he makes it so damn hard."

"I know, baby. They all do." She said walking away.

I walked over to the office. I just wanted to sit and be by myself for a little while.

"Hey." Wayne said, coming up behind me as I got to the door.

"What is it?' I sighed, putting my hand on my forehead. I just could not get a break.

"Had to get some air in my tires." He said, motioning to his police cruiser. "Thought I'd check in."

"I'm fine."

"Face is healing." He said, following me into the office. "Pretty as ever."

"Thank you, Chief."

"Listen," He sighed. "I've been going to these meetings. Cancer survivors down in Lodi."

"Support group?"

"Yeah. I gotta say, it's making a difference."

"This… headed somewhere?"

He closed the door a little and lowered his voice, "I saw that they had a pamphlet for a group for victims of sexual assault crime." I sighed annoyed. "Look, It's out of Charming. No one would know."

"You've known me my whole life. Do you really think I'm the kind of girl who sits around in some holy, poor me, circle jerk and talks about my feelings? Please." I said, rolling my eyes and looking down.

"It was just a thought. Take care." He said, turning and leaving.

I watched him walk away from the door. I also saw Tig walking into the garage. God couldn't he just leave me alone.

"Gonna be…" Juice said, coming up behind me and touching my elbow.

"Oh shit!" I jumped away.

"You okay?"

"Yeah. I'm fine." I said with a wave, walking over to the stack of papers on my desk. "Here's the repo list. You guys go ahead and start on it. I'm working on the initial paperwork now."

"Yeah. Okay."

I sat down at the desk and just put my head in my hands. I couldn't wait for this day to be over. Then I remembered mom's window.

"Juice!" I called walking into the garage. "I need you to replace the driver's side window in Gemma's car."

"Yeah sure. What happened to it?"

"Tig and I had an argument."

"Oh okay. The car here?"

"Yeah." I said tossing him the keys. "Parked in her normal spot."

He walked over to the car and pulled it into the garage to fix it. I went back to the desk and worked on paperwork. That was all I ever seemed to do, paperwork.

The day went by pretty fast after all of that. The guys were bringing in the cars off the repo list and their owners were coming in to sign the papers. It was constant busywork really. The only break in the mundane work was when Tara came into the office.

"Hey."

"Hey. What's up?" She held up a cup inside of a bag and shook it. "Thirsty?"

"HIV test. You're due."

"Right." I said getting up and taking it from her. I was walking towards the bathroom when I stopped and turned around. "I haven't had sex since it happened."

"That's completely normal. You're still healing."

"Pussy's not the problem. It's my head."

"You need time."

"I need somethin'."

"Where's Tig with all this?"

"Did you miss the car show earlier? He hates me."

"That's not true, Amelia. He doesn't hate you."

"I don't know." I said walking away to piss in this damn cup.

I came back and she was staring out the window at Jax. He had given one of those porn whores a ride back to the garage. Her clothes were so small they were barely even there. I looked over at Tara surprised. "You good with that rubbin on Jax?"

"I-I trust him."

"It's not him you worry about. It's them. They think he's a free dick. You gotta educate. Set the bitch straight. Others see it, everyone knows."

"What? Like hit her?"

"Kick, scratch, whatever."

She laughed a little. "I'm not 18 years-old anymore, Amelia. I think my cat fighting days are behind me."

"We'll see." I raised up the cup. "My pee."

"Thanks." She said, taking it.

I walked back to the desk and sat down. More goddamn paperwork.