This is my fanfiction story. All rights belong to Kurt Sutter and FX. I am just borrowing the Sons of Anarchy characters. Reba is my OC as is Kaylee. I also give rights to the CW and the creators of iZombie for their known characters. This is a work of Fiction. Story rated m for rape situations and abuse. May include lemons in later chapters. Please Read and Review. This is my first story and I would appreciate any critique you have.

Chapter 6: I Hate Hospitals

I vaguely remember waking up and smelling woods, leather, vodka, and cigarettes. The next time I woke up I was surprised to have bright lights shining in my eyes and I could barely make out Chibs in a chair next to my bed. When my vision finally focused I realized I was in the hospital. I didn't mean to sigh out loud, it's just I hated hospitals. I spent so much time as a child there because I was sick or hurt because of Major, it's like all I want to do now that I'm an adult is avoid them at all cost. I was about to pull the iv out of my arm and walk out of the hospital when I heard Chibs say, "Lass, where do ye think you're goin'? Ye hit your head when ye fainted. You are staying in this bed til you're all better."

I looked at him with puppy dog eyes and said, "Please. I hate hospitals. I wanna go home."

He shook his head at me and said, "Think again lass, and if ye try anythin' Tig is out in the hallway, Happy is at the front entrance of the hospital, Half Sack is at my place, and Bobby is at TM." I pouted again and he said, "What happened out there, and why do ye hate hospitals?"

I looked at him and said, "I don't know what happened out there. I had a panic attack. I couldn't breathe, I couldn't see straight, and I felt really claustrophobic, so I just fainted. I didn't know I was gonna hit my head when I fainted. I thought I was standing straight up where I would just slide down the wall my back was against."

He looked at me and said, "I get it, but why do you hate hospitals."

I realized I couldn't lie to my brother about everything, so I told him the least bad of everything that had happened in my life. I looked at him with tears in my eyes and said, "Major. He-He used to beat me. I'm not talking normal beat you because you're acting bad. I mean beating as in he was an abusive asshole. I was pushed down stairs. I was shoved into walls. I was thrown against trees. I was beaten because I took too long doing my homework or in the shower. I was up past bedtime; I didn't wake up when I was supposed to in the mornings. I can't count how many broken bones I have had because of him. I don't know how many bruises or concussions I've had, and I don't know how many times I was in the hospital thanks to him. He hardly ever beat my mum, on-only me. No matter what I did, I would get into trouble for it." I couldn't continue through my tears so Chibs just held me while I cried. I didn't realize just how much my brother loved me until I felt his tears land on my head.

I barely heard him whisper, "Is that how you got the scars?" I just nodded my head yes. We both cried over my terrible childhood. I looked at Chibs when I was able to see through my tears and told him, "It wasn't your fault. You didn't know. You couldn't have known. I'm okay now." I knew my brother needed some reassurance in that instance that none of what happened to me was his fault. I didn't want to tell him that I would never be okay again. I lost my innocence when I was eight years old at the hands of our father. I was just happy I had found Chibs even with all this bullshit surrounding my life and I was glad to finally get that little bit of information off of my chest. I knew he would tell the rest of the guys. I wasn't going to stop him. I get the feeling they are like a family themselves. They don't keep any secrets from each other. They help each other out with family problems. I was in the hospital for 5 days before they decided I was ready to go home. Chibs was out doing something with Clay, so Tig picked me up and brought me to Chibs house. When we pulled up on Tig's bike, there was a giant bag by the front door. Tig walked up to it first, looked in it and saw clothes.

I busted out, "Are you fucking kidding me. I told him to get rid of this shit. I don't want it or need it anymore. I'm going to get a new wardrobe."

Tig just looked at me and laughed. Then he got a smirk on his face, turned to me and said, "Do you want to have a bonfire and make s'mores?"

I just looked at him and said, "Sure; why the hell not?"

Tig took the bag of clothes around back and I walked in the front door. When I got inside there was a paper sitting on the table that looked like a document to change your name. When I took a closer look at it, I saw where it said "Petition to change Reba Lilywhite's last name to Telford; the same last name as her biological brother at her brother, Filip Telford's, request." It had everything filled out; it looked like it was just missing a few signatures. I made a mental note to not do anything with it until Chibs got back from whatever he was doing.

Tig came in, looked at me, smiled and said, "I wanna teach you something. Come with me." He put his hand out towards me and I grabbed it. He pulled me off the couch and we went out behind Chibs' house. He set up some cans, bottles, and whatever else he could find. He set it all up in weird positions, walked back over to me and stood behind me. He pulled a gun out from his cut and proceeded to teach me how to use it. He showed me how to take aim, fire and follow through to always hit my mark. When I had learned enough for his liking we went back in and ordered Chinese food. While we were eating Tig got this certain look on his face, like he was staring into my very soul.

I looked up at him, caught his gaze and asked, "What? Is there something on my face? Am I bleeding again?"

He chuckled and stared right back into my eyes and said, "No, you are beautiful. I don't know what is going on with you. I am not asking you to tell me, but know I care about you. I can tell something is wrong. I just don't know what. You seem closed off and guarded. I feel like I should know what is going on in that pretty little brain of yours, but I can't figure it out, and I don't want to. Not until you want to tell me." He smiled at me one more time then started eating his food again. After we had cleaned up our takeout, I was really tired, but I was still scared.

I looked at Tig just before he walked out and said, "Will you stay the night? I mean there is another spare bedroom you can use; besides it is getting quite late." He nodded his head to me and we went to bed. Thankfully I didn't have a nightmare.