I woke up the next morning still curled into my mother. I was listening to her heartbeat, it always calmed me. The rhythmic beating always grounded me and made me feel safe. I felt her shift under me and looked up at her face. She was awake and staring down at me, smiling.

"Good morning baby."

"Morning." I smiled and closed my eyes again, letting my head fall back onto her shoulder.

"Did you sleep okay?"

"Yeah. You?"

"It was alright. You're scratching your arm again."

I looked down and sure enough, she was right. I didn't even realize I was doing it.

"It's the withdrawal." She said. "It's starting early."

"Yeah. I guess it's from puking them up last night. They're all out of my system."

"Well," She said, sitting up. "You're going to work with me today. You're out of school, so you're coming with me."

"I'm fine. I don't need a babysitter."

"Tough shit. Get dressed." She got up and walked into the other room to get herself ready.

"Yes ma'am." I rolled my eyes and got out of bed.

I walked into the bathroom and brushed my teeth. I undid my hair and used my diffuser on the hairdryer to fix the curls left by the braid. Next, I did my makeup. It took longer than expected because I had to take it all the way down my neck and make sure to cover all the bruises. They were already black and blue. I walked back over to the closet to get dressed. I had some clothes here already, but they weren't really work attire and probably shouldn't be seen by my mom and dad.

I went over to the bag that I had brought with me and got out a long sleeve black lace shirt. It was see-through but completely made of lace. My mom had the same shirt. I put on my black lace bra as well and my skinny jeans. I went and put on my black leather thigh high heeled boots and my leather jacket. My jacket had some slits down the middle of the back and down the arms, and it even had fringe on the bottom of the sleeves. I put on my jewelry and grabbed my silver belt and put it on top of my hips, over my shirt. It was just for show and my jeans clung to every curve I had, so I didn't really need a belt anyway.

I walked into the kitchen, purse and keys in hand, and went over to the coffee pot. Gemma was already downstairs and handed me a mug when I sat down at the table.

"Are you hungry?"

"No. Coffee's good."

She grabbed my chin, lightly, and moved my face to each side so she could look at it. "You did a good job covering those."

"Yeah. Thanks."

"The guys aren't happy about what happened. They're pissed at Clay."

"How is that my fault?"

'It's not. That's not what I'm saying."

"How did it go last night? With Zobelle?"

"I don't know yet. I haven't heard anything since after he called to tell me they were going."

There was a knock at the door. We looked at each other and I stood up and grabbed my gun out of my purse, holding it behind my leg. I looked through the window and saw it was Tara. I opened the door and put the gun down on the counter. Mom got a call, so she went into the other room to take it.

"Hey Tara. What're you doing here?" I asked.

"You weren't at the garage. Something's happened."

"What? What's wrong?"

"The guys got arrested. It was a setup. When they went to confront Zobelle, they walked into a bible study with guns, Amelia. There were women and children there."

"What?!"

Mom came back into the kitchen then. "I gotta go talk to Rosen. The guys got arrested in Lodi."

"Yeah. I heard. What do you need me to do?"

"Nothing. Just go to the garage and take care of that. I'll handle this."

"Okay. Hey, take my car. Tara can drop me at the garage." I said, giving her a hug and a kiss as she left.

"No that's-"

"Your car isn't here mom."

"Oh yeah. Alright. I'll call you when I know more."

"What is happening to us?" I said, more to myself than Tara, as I sat down. I got out my phone and called Wayne. "Hey Wayne. I need a favor.

"What is it?"

"The guys got arrested in Lodi last night. What do you know?"

"Nothing. I didn't even know they got arrested. I haven't heard anything from the sheriff over there, but I'll give him a call. I'll call you back when I know something."

"Thanks. Gemma's going to see Rosen now. Let me know what you find out about bail."

"I will. Talk later."

"Yeah. Bye."

"What does Unser know?" Tara asked, she was sitting across from me now, drinking her own coffee.

"He doesn't know anything. Didn't even know they were arrested. He's gonna call back when he knows something."

"What're we going to do about bail?"

"If it's high enough, mom and I will put up the house."

"You think it'll be that high?"

"Considering they're in another county and the circumstances of the arrest… yeah, I do."

"They have to know it's a setup. Zobelle isn't some saint."

"No one knows that but us. This town and the towns around us are getting scared of the club. Zobelle is succeeding in turning the town against us. Who's gonna believe bikers over businessmen and churchgoers? He knew that when he set them up."

"But if we explain it to them then maybe-"

"Would you believe us? If you weren't involved and didn't know what you know? If I was an outsider looking in, I wouldn't believe us."

"Come on. I gotta get to the hospital, so we better get going."

"Alright. Thanks for taking me. I know I didn't give you much choice."

"No it's okay."

When we got in the car, I spoke again. There was one question that had been bugging me for months now. "Why are you helping me?"

"Because you gave Gemma your car."

"No, I mean, why help me at all. All these months you've been helping me. Why? It's no secret that you don't really like me all that much, so why help me?"

"Truthfully?" I shook my head. "You came to me after everything. Why?"

"Cuz you're a doctor. And I knew you wouldn't turn on me and tell everyone. Other people in this town would."

"Because you trust me."

"I wouldn't go that far." I rolled my eyes and smirked a little.

"Look, you're Jax's kid sister. I love Jax. It won't work with me and him if it doesn't work with me and you. He may be able to look past Gemma not liking me, but he can't look past your opinion. He never could. I knew if I wanted it to work with me and him, I would have to make it work with us."

"So, you're nice to me to get into my brother's pants?"

"No, well, I guess, yeah." We both laughed a little.

"You're right. He cares what I think. I don't know why, but he always has. I think if he's okay with it, you'd make a good old lady."

"Really?"

"Yeah. I see how his face lights us when he looks at you. He loves you Tara. BUT if you hurt him, I'll kill you."

"Yeah. I know."

"And if somehow you survive, Gemma will definitely kill you."

"Yeah." She laughed. "I definitely wouldn't survive the both of you."

We pulled up to the garage then. I leaned over and gave her a quick hug. "Thank you. I'll call you if I hear anything." I got out of the car and went over to the office. I stood in the doorway and watched her drive off.

"Hey."

I jumped and turned around. "Jesus Christ! Chucky. What're you doing here?"

"My job. Where is everyone?"

"They're in jail."

"What? What happened?"

"Club shit. Don't worry about it. Gemma's going to see the lawyer now." I sat down at the desk. "You know you don't have to be here right? You could go anywhere. Do anything."

"I know. I feel at home here. I've never had a family before."

I just smiled and looked at him. Chucky felt at home with the club. He's the last person I would expect that from. "I need your help with something, but you can't tell anyone. Not Clay, Jax, Gemma, no one. You understand?"

"Whatever you need."

"I need a ride. My dad's in jail in Lodi. I need to see him."

"Yeah. Okay. Let's go."

Chucky drove me to the jail in silence. I don't know if he didn't know what to say or if he just wasn't comfortable, but either way I was happy for the peace and quiet. When we got there, I went up to the desk and checked in. They gave me a visitors badge and told me to go sit at a table and my dad would be out in a minute. When he came into the room, I just looked down at my hands. He sat down across from me and didn't say anything at first, but then he broke the silence.

"I talked to your mom. She told me about what happened last night." Shit, I thought. I was in so much trouble. "Why didn't you tell anyone you were using again?"

"I didn't wanna pile on to the shitshow."

"You O. , Amelia!" I flinched when he yelled, so he dropped his voice back down. "She's worried about you. Hell, we all are. You could've died last night. And I know that's partially my fault."

"No, dad-"

"No. Let me finish. I shouldn't have lost my temper like that with you. What I did was wrong. I'm so sorry baby."

"It's okay. I shouldn't have pushed like I did. I just- I don't trust Zobelle, dad. And I honestly didn't feel like I needed to apologize for anything."

"You didn't. And I knew you wouldn't."

"Wh-what?"

"I wanted his guard down so he wouldn't see the attack coming, but he outsmarted us anyway. I am so sorry. I should have never used you like that."

"Wait a minute. You planned that argument?"

"No. No, of course not. I lost my temper and I shouldn't have. It was an accident, but I knew that if I could get him to see fractures in our dynamic then he wouldn't come at us again. He would let us crumble on our own."

"Well, I'd say we're doing a damn good job with that."

"I know. We're falling apart and it's all my fault. I put my need for revenge and my hate for that damn league ahead of you and your mom. I promise you that it will NEVER happen again. You and your mom, you guys mean everything to me. You two are the only things I can't afford to lose. I will never make that mistake again. I need you to hear me when I say that this wasn't your fault. None of it."

"It's all my fault dad. I should've warned you about Zobelle months ago. I knew he was bad news for us and I didn't say anything. It's all my fault."

"No baby, it's not. It's not your job to protect me or the club. It's our job to protect you and we failed you. You need to tell me what he did, Amelia."

"What are you talking about?"

"I know you weren't in a car accident. Tell me what he did so I can help you. So I know exactly what I'm gonna kill this son of a bitch for."

"I'll tell you when you're out. You don't need to think about it when you're in here. Mom's with Rosen now. She's asking him about bail."

"No she's not. I just talked to him before I came in here. He hasn't seen her. He said her phone went straight to voicemail."

"That doesn't make any sense. She took my car and went to see him over an hour ago."

"She never made it."

"Then where the hell is she?"

"Go. Find her. You're all she's got right now. Don't worry about me okay? Rosen said you can call him to discuss the bail, but find your mom first. I've got a bad feeling about her disappearing like this."

"Yeah, so do I. Don't worry, okay? I'll find her. We'll be fine. And I will get you guys out of here, alright?"

"I know you will. And Amelia?" He said, as I stood up. "Please, don't take anything else. I can't lose you. Especially not to drugs."

"Don't worry. I'm officially back in the Gemma Teller-Morrow Rehab Center. I like my tits too much to use again."

"I did not need to hear that."

"Sorry, daddy."

"So, are we good?"

"Yeah. We're good."

"I love you, Amelia."

"I love you too dad."

I gave him a hug and went back out to where Chucky was waiting on me. I grabbed my phone from him and called Gemma. Straight to voicemail. Shit, this was bad. I was just about to call Unser again when my phone rang; it was mom.

"Mom? Thank God. Where are you?" There was no response, but I could hear heavy breathing on the other end of the line. "Mom? Are you there?"

"We tried to tell you. Maybe now you'll listen." And then the line went dead. That wasn't my mother's voice. It was Weston's. Weston had my mother.