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 12: Tig's Gifts and the Truth

When we got to Tig's house, we got off the motorcycle and headed inside. Tig got us both glasses of Vodka. When we sat on the couch, I looked around and took in my sights. Tig had a very nice house. I was seated on a gray sectional couch with two beige ottomans beside it, a glass coffee table, and a fireplace. One side of the wall by the electric fireplace was filled with books, and the other side was filled with movies. There was also a beautiful rug on the floor, along with end tables. It was very peaceful. We sat in silence for a few minutes drinking our Vodka when Tig asked me if I wanted to see the rest of the apartment. He took me first to the kitchen where there was a beautiful island, an in counter cooktop stove and a double oven. Also in the kitchen there was a cute little breakfast bar with three stools. There was a two piece bathroom off the side of the kitchen. In the dining room, there was a chandelier hanging from the roof over a gorgeous mahogany table which sat 6 people. This was the guest dining room. In the family dining room, there was a black table with padded, off white seats which sat 4 people. In Tig's bedroom, there was a black Soho bed with a padded bench at the foot of the bed, two accent chairs in gray, and another electric fireplace. There was a master bathroom with a Jacuzzi tub, a walk in glass shower with a rainfall shower head, a double vanity, and of course a toilet. There was also a walk in closet which held a lot of jeans, t-shirts, boots, and SAMCRO themed items. One of my favorite things in the closet is the SAMCRO hoodie. There was a smaller guest bedroom that was almost as beautiful as Tig's bedroom, one more bathroom in the hallway, and of course the basement. In the basement there was a sectional couch facing a wall where a flat screen TV was mounted. There was also a wet bar.

When we got back to the living room, Tig looked at me and said, "So, what do you think? I hope it isn't a disappointment."

I looked at Tig and said, "Your house is absolutely lovely. I wish it was my house." I started grinning whenever I said that.

Tig said, "Good, now, I have some gifts for you as well. I just haven't been able to give them to you until now." I nodded my head as Tig ran to go get my gifts. When he came back I was shocked to see Tig come back with 4 separate gifts. He handed them to me one by one. The first was a SAMCRO fleece blanket, the second gift was a SAMCRO t-shirt, the third gift was a beautiful silver necklace with the reaper on it, which Tig immediately helped me put on, but the fourth gift was my favorite. It was a guitar with the reaper and SAMCRO etched into it. I guess Tig remembered how much I loved playing guitar.

It brought tears to my eyes to see these wonderful gifts, so much so that Tig looked at me and asked, "Are you okay? Do you like them?"

I couldn't form words so I just tearfully nodded my head and hugged him. Then I thanked him profusely for it.

I looked at Tig and knew that it was time to tell the truth. If I ever had any hope of keeping his trust, I had to tell him. He deserved to know.

I put my gifts to the side and looked at Tig. I said, "Tig, I wanna tell you some things; real things that have happened. I don't want you to say anything until I am finished. Okay, can you do that for me?"

Tig looked at me questioningly and said rather on edge, "Yeah; I think I can do that. What's up?"

I looked at Tig and said, "I trust you with my life, and I hope you can bear the thought of me after I tell you everything I need to tell you."

I proceeded to tell Tig about how my biological father Major had begun raping me at the young age of 8. I told him that it continued all the way until I was 13. I told him how it happened every night he wasn't drunk or beating me. I told Tig about Blaine, and how I had to help deliver him. I told Tig how the therapy didn't help after I helped my mum deliver my still born baby brother. I even told Tig I had stabbed Major with a fork one time for trying to beat me, and that's when the raping started. I told him about the nightmare I'd had about Unser. I told Tig that Major was the main reason I was here. I was running as far away from him as possible. I even told Tig about the accident that caused my mum not to be able to have any more children; an accident that Major was completely responsible for. I let Tig know Major had stalked me before, and we didn't know if he was going to do it again. I told him that the rape stopped after the 4-wheeler wreck which led to my mum not having any more children, last but certainly not least, I told Tig how I felt like Blaine dying was my entire fault. Maybe if I had done something differently I would have a little brother now. I told him how Unser scared me and I thought he might be telling Major where I was and what I was doing. Through all of this and my tears I could see Tig nodding at different parts of my story. I saw when he grabbed my hand and rubbed circles on the back of my hand with his thumb.

When I was done telling my story, and my tears had subsided, I looked at Tig and said, "Chibs doesn't know any of this. He only knows about me having been abused. He doesn't even know about the nightmare. I can't lose him because of how fucked up I am." This brought on a whole new wave of tears which led to Tig grabbing me in his arms and holding me tight to his chest.

He whispered to me, "It is okay. Blaine wasn't your fault. I will get Major for what he did, and I promise I won't tell Chibs. I promise, not until you are ready to tell him."

I cried myself right to sleep. At some point during the night I felt Tig move me to a bed. Tig curled up next to me in bed, got us both under the cover, and just held me while I cried at how sad my life had been.