I got home and popped a pill before going inside. I needed a little something to get through this. Mom was just starting to cook, so I went upstairs and showered first.

"Real clothes for dinner. No pajamas." She yelled after me.

"Yes ma'am."

I took the hottest shower I could stand and then I got dressed in my skinny jeans and a SAMCRO tank top. I dried my hair and then went back downstairs. It looked like everyone was here already. I came up behind Gemma, gave her a hug, and kissed her cheek. There was a knock at the door.

"Will you get that baby?"

"Yeah. Who is it? I thought everyone was here."

"Your dad invited someone over."

I opened the door and froze. Zobelle, Polly, and Weston were standing on the other side. I just stood in the doorway and stared at them. Weston had this stupid grin on his face and he looked me up and down.

"What're you doing here?"

"We were invited."

"Invitation's over."

I went to close the door when my dad came up behind me and I jumped a little.

"Ethan, AJ. Come on in." My dad stuck out his hand and shook theirs.

"Thank you for inviting us Clay. This is my daughter, Polly."

"Nice to meet you. I'm sure you remember Millie."

"Yes. We do."

They walked past me and followed my dad into the living room. Polly waited around in the kitchen. When I finally snapped out of it and closed the door, I turned around and saw Polly talking to my mother. She was asking if she could help with dinner. I just scoffed at her and rolled my eyes. Mom looked over her shoulder and gave me her famous death glare.

"Amelia, can you make the salad please?"

"Yeah." I walked over to the fridge and got out everything I needed and then grabbed the salad bowl and mixers.

I got everything mixed together and turned back to take it to the table. I saw Weston talking to my mother this time. Polly had gone into the kitchen with Juice and Weston put his hand on my mother's lower back. I dropped the salad bowl and it shattered on the ground.

"Shit."

"Goddamn it, Amelia."

"I'm sorry. It was an accident."

"It's alright." Dad had come up behind me when he heard the bowl break. "You have no shoes. Come here." He picked me up and set me on the counter.

Dad cleaned up the mess and made another salad himself. He gave me the bottle of wine I like and a glass when I got down off the counter. I went into the den and grabbed the vodka out of the cupboard. I poured some of it into my wine glass.

"Rough day?" Jax asked, laughing.

"Yeah. You could say that."

"Something happen with Tig?"

"No. He's still critical and unconscious."

"Then what is it?"

"Why is Zobelle here Jax?"

"Clay wants to mend fences."

"Seriously? After everything they've done? Since when do we mend fences with someone who hurts us?"

"We don't know that he was responsible for Tig."

"Bullshit. What the hell is going on here?"

"It's club business Amelia."

"Please Jax. Tell me something. I don't understand this."

"Just let it go. Trust me." He grabbed the glass out of my hand. "And cool it on the drinking, okay? I don't like where this is headed."

"Whatever." I walked back into the kitchen with the vodka and wine bottle in each hand.

My mother gave me a disapproving look and grabbed the vodka, putting it down on the counter. I turned up the bottle of wine and took a long swig. Everyone was walking into the kitchen so I grabbed the new salad bowl dad had made and carried it over to the table. I sat next to my mother on dad's left side, with him at the head. Zobelle sat at the other head with Weston and Polly on either side. It was quiet at first, other than the occasional "pass the salad" or "pasta". It was the second most uncomfortable dinner of my life, following only my intervention dinner the last time my mom caught me doing pills.

"So," My dad said to Zobelle. "I would like to start by saying that what happened between the girls should have never happened. I don't like bringing my wife and especially my daughter into business. I think we can both agree on that."

"Actually I recognize Polly's abilities and implore them where necessary."

"Well, regardless, I don't like getting my daughter involved in club business. I want to put this incident behind us, all of us. So, I apologize to you."

"I couldn't agree more. I apologize. Polly?"

"I'm sorry Amelia. I shouldn't have hit you."

I just sat there. I didn't understand why my dad was doing this. We didn't apologize to people who hurt us; we got even. What was he doing?

"Amelia? It's your turn."

"My turn for what?"

"To apologize to Polly. You had a hand in that fight as well."

"Why would I apologize? I did nothing wrong. I defended myself and protected the club. Like I was taught."

"Amelia, please."

"Why?! This is bullshit! This entire dinner is bullshit! We don't apologize to the people who hurt us. We hurt them worse. It's what we've always done."

"This is different, Amelia. This isn't our normal club business. Apologize. Now."

"No." I said, standing up and maybe swaying a little. "I have nothing to apologize for. Especially not to them."

I walked away from the table and into the kitchen pouring myself another glass, finishing off the bottle. My dad came in and stood directly in front of me with his hands clenched into fists at his side.

"What the hell is your problem? This is the only way to fix this."

"Me apologizing isn't going to fix anything. And since when do we apologize for anything?"

"This is different, Amelia. This is what the club needs right now. Please, do this for me. For the club."

I looked down at my feet and then back up at him. "Fine. For you and the club. I don't agree with this though."

"That's fine. You don't have to agree. Just trust me okay?"

"Okay." He put his hand on my lower back and we went back into the dining room.

"Polly, I would like to apologize."

"For?" She said.

I rolled my eyes. Zobelle, Weston, and Polly all had this shit-eating grin on their faces. After what they did to me, I couldn't believe I was the one apologizing. "I apologize for my reluctant reaction. I should have hit you harder." I smiled.

"That's it." My dad said.

He grabbed my arm and pulled me back into the kitchen.

"Clay." I heard my mother say.

He flung me into the ground, sending my glass shattering to the floor. He sat on top of my hips and backhanded me again and again, saying, "You just can't listen can you." He raised his fist to punch me, but I brought my leg up and pulled him down by that same arm. I ran towards the living room and he ran after me. He grabbed my arm again and spun me around to face him. I punched him and he backhanded me so hard I fell over the couch and landed on the glass table, shattering it.

I was lying there in the glass and it stunned me a little. He came over and started to pound my face again. I scratched his neck and he grabbed my hair and pulled me out of the glass. He went to hit me again, but Jax and Happy came over and grabbed him and pulled him away. Tara and mom came over to me and helped me to stand. I went to hit my dad again, but Happy stepped forward and held me back.

Tara and mom took me upstairs to clean up and calm down. I couldn't believe he did that. And over Zobelle and his bratty daughter no less. I was beyond piss; I was furious.

"This shit doesn't happen to me. What the hell is going on?"

"I don't know, baby." Mom said.

"What the hell happened to us Mom? Our family is broken. The club is divided. Tig's in the hospital. Everything has turned to shit. What the hell is happening to us?"

"I don't know, baby. I don't have any answers. I wish I did."

"Pack a bag. I don't want to stay here tonight and I'm not leaving you here with him."

"Amelia, we can't just leave."

"Why not? I'm not staying here."

"I can't leave him."

"Mom, what if he hurts you? I won't be here to stop it. Come on, please? One night."

"One night."

"Okay. Pack some clothes. We'll stay at Tig's place. I have a key."

"What're we going to tell Clay?"

"The truth. We're leaving for the night. If he has a problem with it then he'll just have to deal."

"Tara, would you give us a minute please?"

"Yeah sure." She threw away the gauze she used to clean the cuts on my face and went back downstairs.

"Amelia, why wouldn't you just apologize for the fight? All of this would have been over and you and your dad wouldn't have gotten into it."

"Because I have nothing to apologize to them for."

"Why couldn't you just do it? To appease Clay if nothing else."

"Because after everything that they've done to me, I'm not apologizing for shit."

"What did they do, baby?"

"They… nothing. It's nothing."

"It's obviously something or else you wouldn't be so upset."

"Look I really can't do this right now, okay?"

"Do what?"

"Mom."

"No, tell me. What is it?"

"I told you I can't do this right now."

"Amelia."

"No! I can't do this."

"Do what?"

"Gemma. Stop." I said, walking into the bathroom and closing the door.

I popped two pills before I went back into the bedroom. I grabbed my smokes and went downstairs. I lit a joint and grabbed the bottle of vodka, going back upstairs. I grabbed my bag and my keys. Gemma followed me out to the car. Dad wasn't happy that we were leaving, but I really didn't give a shit.