{Hey guys I'm gonna apologize for two things this time. First off I know its short and I feel bad but if I went further I would have been writing an extremely long chapter. After this is when she goes back and trust me the drama will be jam packed and long so just bare with me for a little longer. Second apology is for how long this has taken, between all the real life drama at work and my husband's unexplained seizures I haven't had much time to dedicate to any of my stories but I am trying to get back into the swing of it. I have also added a new story on trial to my current ones it is a Fifty Shades of Grey/Freed/Darker story so check it out if you would like. I have three stories on a trial run, a Steve Rogers (Captain America)/OC, a Daryl Dixon (Walking dead)/OC and a Christian Grey (Fifty Shades of Grey)/OC. If I don't feel like it's going anywhere by the fifth or sixth chapter I will discontinue it. Same applies to any others anybody wants me to take on. I do not own anything from Sons of Anarchy only my own characters and anything else that you do not recognize.}

"Worthless."

"You just got your daughter back and you are already messing up."

"Stop fighting it, you know you want to do it again."

These were the same sentences that seemed to be whispered all the time and it was driving me insane! It had been a week since the event and so far Tig had kept his word. No one was the wiser to where I was and he visited me every day with food and helped take care of me when I couldn't. I pushed myself off the bathroom door and began to walk towards my bed when the voices began again saying the same things as before. I stopped in the middle of the floor and held my head in my hands, tangling my fingers in their strands as I pulled. "Shut up!" I screamed as I sunk to the floor

Tears ran down my face as I began to cry and my chest was tight. I felt somebody behind me and I blinked my tears away, "Tig?" I questioned aloud

Someone pressed against my back and a heavy breath was caressing my ears. "There is no point in fighting anymore you know we're just going to pin you down and do it over and over and over again."

The voice was familiar and I pulled roughly away from the person turning to face who it was. My mouth ran dryer than it already was and fear racked my body. In front of me stood three men with masks, the same three men who started it all. My feet pushed against the floor in attempt to push away from them but, unfortunately rooms aren't big and I only ended up backing myself into the far corner of the room. The men continued to stalk towards me and if it was possible it was like they were growing taller and filling the room. I placed my head in my knees and screamed, "Leave me alone I've done nothing to you!"

(Tig p.o.v)

I ran my hand roughly through my curls with annoyance. Normally I could do as I please and disappear without question but, I had been doing it so much lately that some questions were being raised. I looked over at the clock that hung in the bar and glared at the time. I would need to check up on Savannah here soon. A hand clapped my back and I looked to see Happy taking the spot beside me and signaling to the prospect to get him a beer "How's it going man?" I mumbled into my drink

"Another day, listen have you heard from Savannah lately, I've been calling her the past couple days can't seem to get through to her."

Guilt ran through me but, I didn't let it show. "I am sure she is just focused on her daughter."

Happy grunted as he took a sip of his beer and as I looked at him I began to imagine Savannah's daughter running around and this man becoming a father figure to him. I knew that they hadn't been together long but for as mad as Clay is that his daughter is with him, I knew that Happy would take care of her. Men like me and him don't do the relationship thing, we fuck em' and leave em' after all there are plenty willing. But on the off chance that we do find someone to care for we wouldn't leave them for the world, we're in it for the long haul. I smiled as I thought about how Happy now has a little girl that is going to run around here and he will have to watch over but, I knew he could do it. "What do you think of Stella?" The words left my lips before I could stop it

"Sweet girl, it will be good for Savannah."

I nodded my head in agreement and I looked to the clock again. Happy noticed the action and commented, "Got somewhere to be?"

"Yeah."

"Seems to be a lot of that lately."

I chugged the rest of my drink knowing I had to leave to look after Savannah, "Yeah uh, my daughter is down for a visit." I stuttered out an excuse

"The trouble maker?"

"Yeah, got to make sure she stays out of trouble here or her mother will have my head."

Happy nodded my head and I left the clubhouse not noticing the suspicious look Happy was giving me. I stopped by to pick up some food and ginger ale, remembering how sick she was when I was there last. What I didn't expect as I walked up the hotel door was to hear her screaming for someone to leave her alone. Panicking I quickly shoved the door open and stumbled in gun raised in the air. But, no one was in the room besides her. Savannah looked like a nervous wreck, she was huddled into herself in the corner while quiet sobs filled the room. I shut the door and placed my gun and groceries on the table beside the door. I walked over to her shushing her and pulled her into me. She pulled away sharply from me at first as her eyes were wide with fear, raw fear. Fear that I enjoyed putting into people but seeing in her eyes made me cringe in disgust. Her arms wrapped around my neck as she pounced on me causing me to fall onto my butt. I pulled her crushingly into my chest and cradled her head in my hands.

(End of Tig p.o.v)

We sat there for what felt like hours with me in his arms, my tears staining his shirt. I hadn't realized that we had sat there for so long that we had fallen asleep. It wasn't until I woke up with a stiff body and my eyes fluttered open that I moved from my spot against Tig. I looked down at Tig and after a second I looked away as I stared out the window while running my hands through my knotted hair. I walked forwards grabbing a beer from the mini fridge and my smokes as I walked out the door. I leaned against the wall and as I brought the lighter to the end of my cigarette and lit it. It was sunset and the sun made a brilliant peach and white color against the horizon. It was quiet as the birds sang as they flew over head. There was a feeling of serenity and calm that over came over me. It was in that moment that I knew that I would make it through. I leaned my head against the wall and closed my eyes. I had only taken a couple puffs before I heard the door open and a distraught Tig came barreling out. When he saw me I could see him mentally calm down. I drank some of the beer and went back to the silence I was enjoying.

He didn't say anything just stood beside me and I offered him my beer. "I was on an errand that night...Gemma had sent me to go get beer and food. I wasn't paying attention, maybe if I had I could have seen it coming, I could have tried to stopped you, warn you even. I thought it was you when I watched you drive away but I wasn't sure. It wasn't until I went home that night and confronted Clay that I knew. He threatened me told me he would put me down," I kept my eyes closed as I spoke even when I heard his sharp intake of breath. A tear slipped down my cheeks but I still didn't move, "I get it, in this life we do things we regret, we do things we want to forget. I'm not a saint and neither are you. I am not saying I forgive you for what you did to a brother and an innocent mother and kids. What I am saying is we all do things whether we get caught isn't what matters. What matters is if you regret it and Clay doesn't regret it. So tell me do you?"

I didn't look at him as I stubbed out my smoke. My eyes finally locked with his and I could see the pain in his eyes. I knew he regretted it, I knew it the day after I saw him, and it is eating away at him. Before he could open his mouth to reply my phone started to go off in my back pocket. I slipped it out to see Happy name across the screen. "It's him isn't it? Happy?" Tig asked

I nodded my head and bite my lip, "Why are you ignoring him?" Tig asked shuffling his feet

"I'm not I just don't know what to say. I'm lying to him, I am lying to everyone. I just need to get clean and I will make it better. J-Just a few more days." I mumbled as brushed past him back to my room

I threw my phone on the bed and glared at it as I slumped into the chair that was by the table. Fear...that's what it was...fear of rejection and fear of what was to come.


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