7

We stood like this under the water for what seemed liked forever. Happy just held me close simply nuzzling his body against mine. He didn't say anything. He didn't move until I was ready to finally bathe and get out of the shower. I went into one of my spare rooms and just sat down as I dried my body off. Happy was on the other side of the guest bed drying himself off.

"I've seen some crazy shit in my life." he said lowly. I didn't reply. I moved over to my dresser and grabbed the lotion off the top and sat back down. "And I'm not even going to lie, that doesn't even shock me. But I guess coming from you it does surprise me." I started to run the lotion over my arms.

"So?" I asked running my hands up and down my arms. I couldn't stop glancing at my legs however, the soreness that was between them made me close my eyes for a second.

"Look you ain't gotta tell me anything that you don't want to. I know I've never asked you about your past. Hell, I know I don't deserve an explanation." he said.

"You don't deserve anything." I replied.

"I know." he replied pulling his pants on. "But I just want you to know you can tell me if you ever need to get anything off your chest." I scoffed in disbelief. Like he was here for me tonight?

"I was adopted by a family of cannibals. They lived in this house, killed and ate people in this house. I was being weened off of human food, so I could eat humans themselves. There was a lot of fucked up shit that went on here. One day, I ran away and called in an anonymous tip which made my so-called family pack up and move before being arrested. Eventually I was taken in by another family and went to school and so on and so forth. But I missed this place, so I moved back. That's it." I stated in one big breath. I moved over to the closet and pulled out a small Nikes bag and placed a few clothes inside and swung it over my back and finally looked at Happy once I grabbed mt phone. He was just staring at me for a moment before nodding.

"I take pleasure in being a killer. I torture people, I kill who ever needs to be killed for the club. I was a nomad for a long time before being accepted into SAMCRO. I'm sure you only heard rumors." he replied. I nodded.

"I always felt they were true." I replied slipping on some tennis shoes. He walked up to me standing over me now.

"You ever eat any people?" he asked. I looked down for a moment before looking up at him. He just stared at me firmly and I shook my head.

"No. They had a rule, not until we were eighteen. Hunting, killing and cooking was a way of becoming accepted into the family. I was having a bit of trouble transitioning and so I was starved in hopes that my need for food would make me desperate enough to want to eat someone. But I didn't want that to be who I was, and I am not like that. We done discussing this?" I asked, and he inhaled some, his body rising as his head lifted as if he was unsure.

"You ever thought of eating me?" he asked, and I could hear the humor in his voice and finally I managed to smile a little bit.

"You're not good enough for me." I replied, and his eyes widened some realizing our first conversation from the first time we met. Besides he smokes and probably does drugs I don't know about. He's spoiled meat anyways. He then placed his hands on my cheeks cupping them.

"Baby you are crazy… and I like it." he said with a growl and I smiled.

"Good. You have no choice but to like it." I replied before there was a knock coming from downstairs. I was immediately tensed and afraid now as I looked toward the door.

"Maintenance!" someone yelled. Happy smiled.

"That's our guys. Come on. You can come back tomorrow." he said. I nodded and was suddenly stunned when he took my hand and led me out the door. Weird. We moved down stairs and was passing a few guys in black. One of them was an older man with a brown goatee and watched Happy place a thick envelope in his hands. It had to be money.

"Make it spotless. Patch up any bullet holes, bleach it all." he instructed, and the old man chuckled.

"Don't tell me how to do my job Mr. Lowman. I'm a pro." he said before his eyes fell on me and he dipped his head at me. "Ma'am." I smiled at the old man and Happy just rolled his eyes and pulled me from the house. I followed him to his bike and I just looked at it with a mild frown.

"What?" Happy asked and I just looked at him and he could see my discomfort about the bike. He sighed. "I'll go slow." It was growing late, and the sun would be coming up soon so I only nodded and just got on with him and held him tight as his bike revved and we took off. I just kept my eyes closed and my face pressed to his back as we took off. Lord I could die of a motorcycle accident. Lord after tonight, I really wanted to. After thirty minutes of riding, we got back to Happy's apartment. We moved inside, and he took my bag from me.

I looked down for a moment before placing my hand on his chest stopping him.

"Were you fucking someone when I called?" I asked. And he stared at me stunned by my question, but he looked away with a large exhale and remained silent. I nodded and just took my bag from him. "I'll take your couch." I just turned and moved toward his living room. I felt a lot of emotions right now and I didn't want to be around him while I let them out.

"Meera, take the bed." he offered, but I didn't even reply. I found my way to his living room and placed my head on his black couch. Who knows how many women he's fucked on this couch. I just lied my head on the headrest and closed my eyes. I needed to go to work tomorrow. Or maybe I'll just take the day off and head to the hospital to do a rape kit. I should have gone tonight, but right now I just didn't care. I was silent as I cried myself to sleep feeling nothing but hot emotions running through me. I could feel the comforter Happy lied over me. But I didn't thank him. I didn't even acknowledge him.

I forced myself to sleep once it was all done, but I didn't sleep too long. I only had about 5 hours of sleep. I sat up and looked around almost forgetting where I was. I placed my hand on my forehead ready to just go back home. I got up and saw it was still dark outside. I headed over to Happy's room and saw he was asleep in bed, shirtless. His entire body is painted with beautiful tattoos, that kind of pain I could never bare. But there are worst pains then this. I slowly moved inside, noticing how dark it was. I needed to get home, so I could drive myself to the hospital. I leaned over and gently placed my hand on his shoulder. Then I looked at my hand noticing how gentle I touched him, how much I didn't want to disturb him too much and wake him from his sleep.

He wasn't there for me. He accused me of sleeping around when he clearly does openly, and he wasn't there for me when I needed him. I glared angrily and suddenly started to hit him right in the face. He grunted, eyes snapping open as he started to shield his face.

"WHAT THE FUCK!" he yelled as I started to punch and smack his shoulders and face. Finally, I stopped and he grabbed me and pulled me into his bed, wrapping his legs around me, the covers wrapping around me some. "Have you lost your mind?" I just frowned heavily at him.

"You weren't there for me when I needed you and I'm still pissed at you! And I need a ride home." I said. He scoffed angrily.

"Get your own ride home." he said finally moving off me.

"Gladly." I said and moved to the door after untangling myself from the blankets and nearly falling over. Once I was in his doorway, I paused and looked at him for a moment.

"I'm done with you." I said coldly before moving from the room and back into the living room. I found my shoes and placed them on and grabbed my bag.

"Meera!" he shouted, and I just ignored him as I hurried from his house. The only downside to leaving him was losing good dick. He didn't deserve me and if he felt otherwise then he can prove it. I cut on my phone and called my supervisor letting her know I had the flu. An easy lie as I just moved down the street.

Did Happy really think I would just let this go? Oh yeah, I'm letting it go. I don't care if Aryan Brotherhood finds me or not. I don't care if somehow, I didn't have SAMCRO's protection. If I never went to that party, then none of this would have happened. No one was following me. I'd be shocked if he was. I knew Happy wasn't a chaser. That's fine though. I used my google maps to find my way home. The stupid girl in me is yelling. How dare he not follow me to give me a ride home. But the realistic woman inside me told me that I only had myself to depend on to make it home safe. Happy didn't give a shit about anything except his club. I knew that, and I shouldn't expect anything different.

My feet were killing me, burning like hell as I realized I had walked all the way home. My car was still in the driveway and my front door was fixed. I blinked still a bit nervous to go inside. But I did. I unlocked the door and stepped inside and was stunned at how clean and organized everything was. I did a full sweep of my home not really noticing anything missing. My room was clean and there were no bullet holes or blood. The windows were cracked. I guess to let the bleach smell out of my house. I finally closed them and just looked around for a second. I sat down on my bed and hissed at the pain I felt between my legs from doing that. I sniffled and just looked down some. I thought about last night, thought about how I had that man's throat in my mouth.

It felt good to get revenge on him. It definitely felt good. I got up and got into some jeans and a t-shirt and headed to the hospital. I called Tara and let her know I was coming and she helped me with my rape kit.

"So you called Happy and he didn't answer?" she asked, her tone flared and I nodded.

"He had company." I replied, coldly and she just shook her head.

"Did they… take care of the men?" she asked. I nodded slowly as I lied down on the hospital bed.

"Yes." I replied, and she nodded sighing some. I now looked up at her remembering who else they threatened back here. "Gemma was here earlier on in the week. She said she had a car accident the night those Aryan gang members came to the party… did she really have a car accident?"

Tara stiffened some and looked away for a moment before my eyes widened.

"They attacked her too." I exclaimed, and she looked at me swiftly.

"Yes and you cannot tell anyone. I have advised her to tell Clay and Jax." she said and I sighed heavily looking around some with stress.

"This is my fault. I never should have come back here." I replied. There was a knock on the door and we both looked up the at each other in confusion and Tara moved over to the door and opened it. Slowly, Clay came in and we were both stunned to see him here.

"Clay." I replied covering myself now and he looked at Tara.

"Give us a second." he said, and she winced some and looked at me. I only nodded and she gave a nod and left the room. He came around the bed and I just looked down some, intimidated by his presence.

"How are you feeling?" he asked coolly and I shrugged.

"I'm alive." I replied and he nodded.

"I know you saw some things tonight, things that make you a liability to SAMCRO." he started. I sighed.

"Are you going to kill me, Clay?" I asked. He inhaled some, eyes already looking determined. What he was here to say he had made a final decision on.

"No. You're Happy's old lady. You're a part of SAMCRO. You've always been a part of it. Your family was always a good ally to us." he said. I winced and shook my head confused.

"How can you say that even after knowing what they were?" I asked. He raised his hands.

"The past is the past. They're gone and you're here. And you're not like them now are you?" he asked. I tensed at his words and shook my head looking down.

"No." I said softly and he nodded.

"And I know that we have your loyalty as we have proven that you have ours." he said and I stared up at him nodding slowly.

"Is this some kind of initiation, Clay?" I asked and he smirked some.

"Nah. You were initiated the second you tore that racist piece of shit's throat out last night." he replied. I thought about what happened last night, my eyes watering again and I sniffled some.

"I'm not afraid to admit that I'm scared, Clay." I said softly, and he nodded placing his hand over my own.

"Hey we are going to get these son's of bitches." he said.

"They've already found me Clay. My job, my home. They took a part of me last night. You can't give that back." I stated, and he winced some.

"Trust me." he said. Trust had to be earned. I just nodded some and looked away. He patted my hand. "We're having a big dinner next week. Join us." It wasn't a request, that much I could hear. I merely nodded, and he nodded as well and left the room. Tara came back in and I just sighed sadly as she took my hand…

Saturday

The school had teamed up with the hospital to have a big fundraiser. I volunteered to attend to chaperone and hand out food. The sun was shining, and it was a beautiful day. I was in pink pants that stopped at my calf with a white sleeves blouse. I had been looking forward to this all day and it was such a success. No one from the Aryan Brotherhood had bothered me all week. Word was they were lying low for a bit covering their tracks fairly well. I didn't care what they were doing as long as they didn't bother me. Tara was at another table passing out plates of food. This was what I liked to see. Kids and parents out having a good time.

"Ms. Adams, Ms. Adams come dance with us!" one of my students called out and I smiled as they took my hand and led me to a group of other students where we laughed and danced to the music of their generation. It was quite fun. I loved my students even Duke. As I held the kids hands and we danced around in a circle I saw Duke getting a plate of food. I was mildly worried now that his father would be around, but instead he moved back to a small petite woman with long brunette hair. She looked tired and drained of life. Was that AJ's wife? Once I finished my dance, I went back over to the tables and continued serving food.

I looked at Tara to see her smiling.

"Yeah I see you dancing!" she called out. I smiled and saw a glimpse of black in my vision. I looked forward to see Opie.

"Hey Opie." I replied.

"Hey, Meera." he replied holding his plate up so I could put some baked beans on it. He was in his biker get up so I knew more of them are around.

"You here with your wife?" I asked. He nodded.

"Yeah Donna is around here with the kids." he replied, and I nodded and smiled placing a spoonful of beans on his plate. I looked around and saw Tig, Juice, Chibbs,…Happy, and Clay all standing on the other side of the field next to some tents that had games inside.

"Why are they all standing there?" I asked. Opie shrugged.

"Maybe they're afraid you'll rip their throats out." he said. Word got around fast I hear. I smirked.

"I'm not one to mess with." I replied.

"Obviously." he said with a smile and I just grinned.

"Well tell them to come get some food. I won't bite." I replied with a smile. He nodded before looking back at his gang and waving them over. He then turned to me, giving me a light look.

"You should talk to your old man." he said. I sneered at him. I hadn't spoken to Happy in a week. He had my number he knew where I lived.

"I don't have a old man." I replied stubbornly.

"Yeah right. The look of crazy in Happy's eyes are growing. I think he wants to talk to you but just doesn't know how." he replied. I shrugged.

"Guess he had better try." I replied. He nodded at me impressed before walking on. The line continued and finally my dear friend Mark has decided to help me serve food.